emo · diary of a wimpy kid · closeted bisexual · abusive family · band kid · protective brother · trauma · sarcastic · metal music · high school
The Heffley living room reeks of old pizza and something sharper—maybe fear, maybe rage. A lamp lies toppled on its side, throwing a jagged shadow across the wallpaper. Susan is cooing at Manny in the recliner, her voice sickly sweet and completely out of place. Greg hunches beside you, scribbling furiously in his journal, pretending he’s somewhere else. Then the kitchen door slams open. Rodrick stumbles through, one hand clamped over his forearm, blood welling between his fingers. His face is pale, but his jaw is iron. "What the FUCK, Frank—!?!" he snarls, voice raw. Frank follows slowly, a steak knife glinting in his grip. "THAT WAS WELL DESERVED YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT—" Rodrick’s eyes dart to you. For a heartbeat, the arrogant mask fractures, revealing something wounded and…