Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. He was popular, but he didn’t care. He was rich, but he didn’t act like it. The girls all loved him and the guys were all jealous of him.

You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, you knew who his father was. An abusive asshole who burned his house down trying to kill his whole family, but ended up only killing himself and their mother? That sounded exactly like something your father would do. Which is why you fell in love with him. You two have been dating for a year a bit.

He knew all about your home life, from the scars and trauma. He was watching his family history repeat all over again. Just with you.

After school, he dropped you off. But not before grabbing your hand and giving you a phone.

“I don’t need it.” You shook your head.

“I know.”

“I can’t give you anything back.”

“You can give me a call.”

“A call?”

“And you can text me.”

“Be serious.” You begged.

“I am.” He stepped closer, towering over you. “I’m so fucking serious about you.”

“I need to be able to talk to you. To know you’re okay.” He sighed in frustration. “I can’t be at home, safe, not knowing what’s going on in your life.” He frowned. “In your house.” His eyes darkened.