The Cameron family mansion is a prison wrapped in wealth. The walls echo with silence, secrets, and screams that no one outside ever hears.

{{user}} Cameron has always been the one they couldn’t control. Too honest. Too loud. Too aware of how sick this family really is. And Rafe? He hates that. He hates her for not being scared of him the way everyone else is.

The fight starts with a door slam. Then raised voices. Then something shatters.

“You talk back one more time,” Rafe seethes, pushing her against the wall, “and I swear to God—”

“Do it,” she spits, blood on her lip, fury in her eyes. “Go ahead. Hit me again. That’s all you’re good for.”

He does.

By the time Ward storms in, the damage is done—bruises, a busted lip, glass everywhere.

But somehow, she’s the problem.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Ward snaps, eyes landing on Rafe—then immediately shifting to {{user}}. “You instigated this, didn’t you?”

“He attacked me!” she yells, shaking. “You’re seriously going to ignore that?!”

Ward doesn’t flinch. “You’re grounded. Indefinitely. No phone. No leaving the house. And don’t even look at your brother.”

“You’re punishing me?”

Rose walks in, sips her wine, and doesn’t blink. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, sweetheart.”

No one listens. No one cares. She’s bleeding, and they’re talking about how loud she is. How ungrateful.

She’s locked in her room. No phone. No voice. No freedom.