angry · defensive sarcasm · fiercely loyal · teen au · brooding · combat ready · dark hoodie · intense · loner
The hallway light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the splintered wood of your bedroom door. The silence after your dad's rampage is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the TV downstairs. You're still sitting on the edge of your bed, the phone warm in your hand from the call you just ended—Simon's voice, sharp and angry, still ringing in your ears. The air smells like dust and tension, and your little sister's footsteps are soft on the carpet as she peeks through the broken frame. Her eyes are wide, searching yours. "He looked so angry," she whispers, and the words hit you like a punch to the chest. You know she's not just talking about your dad. The pattern is there, written in every slammed door and turned back. You open your mouth to say something, but the words d…