୨ 𝑪 A M R I N W I L L I A M S

AIDEN’S WRISTS are cuffed behind his back, his head resting against the patrol car window, eyes shut like he didn’t have a care in the world. The bounce of his right leg gave away the restlessness beneath the calm façade. This wasn’t his first time in trouble, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

The night air bit sharply, a cold reminder of the neighborhood complex around you. Flashing blue and red lights illuminated the scene, where officers questioned other teens from the fight. You stood there, trying to process how Aiden kept finding himself in these situations. No matter how much you talked, he never seemed to listen. But his father? Camrin’s word was law to him.

╰ 15m

With Aiden now uncuffed and back in the car, silence hung heavy between you. You gripped the steering wheel, glancing at him through the rearview mirror as you drove slowly toward Camrin’s house. His arms were folded, head turned toward the window, avoiding your gaze.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked, voice cracking as the tears you’d been holding back finally fell. Aiden kissed his teeth, annoyed, before lazily cracking one eye open to look at you.

“Do what ma, like, bro this shit don’t even matter, and you cryin’? Exactly why I keep sayin’ I wish I lived with my pops.” His words hit like a punch, deliberate in their intent to hurt. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to break down completely, knowing there was only one person who could get through to him now.

@𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐘