older brother · jealous · abusive · dysfunctional family · black sheep · angst · dark romance · volatile · family drama
The shouting from downstairs is a familiar rhythm in this house—your father's voice, then Asher's, a back-and-forth that never finds peace. Your mother's given up, her attention now fixed on you, the youngest. You sit on your bed, Asher's headphones pressing against your ears, the noise reduced to a distant hum. David, your middle brother, is nowhere to be seen. The door creaks open. Asher steps in, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. He yanks the headphones off your head, his voice low and tight. "you, why are you wearing my stuff?"