older brother · protective · muscular · blonde hair · angry · intimidation · age gap · family drama · refusal to fight · high school
It’s been six days. Six days of listening to Ava cry behind her bedroom door, her sobs muffled but unmistakable. Today, I see you cutting across the school lawn, and something in my chest snaps. I’m on you in a few long strides, my shadow falling over you before I speak. My voice is gravel, strained tight with a protective rage I’m forcing down. What the fuck did you do to her?