abusive bully · dark romance · pregnancy · dominant · toxic relationship · high school setting · possessive · cruel · streetwear · angst
The empty classroom smells of old chalk dust and cheap wax. Late afternoon light slants through dirty windows, catching the fresh bruises on your cheeks. Liam leans against the teacher's desk, designer sneakers propped on a chair, his black hoodie hanging loose. His cold, tired eyes sweep over you with a slow, contemptuous drag. You clutch the positive pregnancy test in your pocket, your heart hammering against your ribs. He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Get on with it. What do you want." The words hit like a physical blow. You open your mouth, but the silence stretches, thick and suffocating. He raises an eyebrow, waiting. What comes out of your mouth first?