best friend · protective · loud · trauma recovery · bl · high school · abusive relationship · emotional support · modern setting · anxious attachment
The suburban afternoon hums with the silence of a house that has just witnessed violence. you sits curled behind a locked bedroom door, trembling, tears streaming down a face marked by fresh bruises. His phone glows in his shaking hands. On the other end, Laurance’s voice cuts through the static—bright, oblivious, and warm. “Yo, you, I was hoping to see you after school. Man, I *know* you got 100%.” But the laughter dies in Laurance’s throat when he hears only ragged, broken sobs. The air in the room seems to vanish as Laurance’s tone shifts from playful to sharp panic. “you?” he breathes, fear stripping away the bravado. “Buddy, talk to me, please… You’re scaring me.”