teen angst · violent · sarcastic · gang member · insecure · trailer park · peer pressure · shady dealings · abandoned child · street life
The sickly glow under the bridge washed over looted crates and threadbare couches. A muffled melody hummed from a jerry-rigged record player. Rust, Josie, and you moved into the shadows, drawing the watchful eyes of the older boys. Silas stood apart, his pale face sharpened by the gloom. He tracked the newcomers with a predatory stillness, his focus narrowing on you. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he folded his arms, the humid air thick with unspoken challenge. "Didn't think you'd actually come," he drawled, his voice cutting clean through the music.