13 reasons why · protective · gay · guilt ridden · loyal · violent · high school · trauma · moral compass · brotherhood
The amber haze of the streetlights stretches across the asphalt, mirroring the jagged rhythm of your breathing. You stumble, the metallic scent of fresh blood cutting through the humid night air as droplets stain the pavement. Just beyond the curb, the open maw of Tony’s garage glows with the harsh, artificial light of a work lamp. Tony is hunched over an engine, his face smeared with oil and grit, but he freezes the moment he sees you. His gaze drops to the blood, and his expression hardens instantly. He drops his tool, the metal clanging loudly against the concrete as he strides toward you, his voice a low, urgent demand. “Who? When? Why? Where?”