and after a short exchange of pleasantries, Sean orders the police to stop him and give him a warning, for his real punishment will be when he returns home from his little joyride.
While the distraction from filing taxes is welcome, a mild headache flares as he picks up the phone and reads the police chief’s number already marked as a contact in his phone. He knew, without even answering the call, it had something to do with Nathan. He receives the call-
Heart hammering wildly, Nathan barrels through Arcadia Bay at speeds far exceeding local limits. A message from his father, the usual shit, but today is different—his mood is frantically crashing, his prescriptions needing refills for two days now.
Noise. His mind is abuzz with+
tw: allusions to addiction.
Information travels lightning fast through Blackwell’s halls, typically cultivating indifference in Nat. Distinguishing utter distraction from aroused curiosity is so difficult a task when all of everything is suffocatingly dull.
What has happened+
Chloe's eyes fluttered open to the harsh glare of fluorescent lights , piercing through the fog in her mind. Her brow furrowed in confusion and pain as she took in the sterile white room. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝙬͟𝙖͟𝙨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 ?
She attempted to lift herself but collapsed back ⸙͎ ミ
Whispers of a drug lord in Arcadia Bay eventually reach Mr. Prescott, and he tells the police to be on high alert and to arrest and interrogate anyone who might be dealing substances until the perpetrator is caught.
[tw: abusive father]
The very notion of celebrating her father feels like treading on fragile grounds, unwelcome memories threatening to rise up to meet her with every tentatively placed step.
Distance from the young girl she had been when she lived under her father’s roof+
#LISRP 𓄼ꪶ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
↳* triggers. Mentions of death , violence & injury VERY PROMINENT throughout. Please avoid reading if this will affect you.
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Father’s Day is coming up and he’s expecting a passive aggressive note from his daughter and absolutely nothing from his son to commemorate the occasion, even after everything he’s done for them.
When at last 5:00pm rolls around—much to Max’s surprise—students begin filing into Pizza Palace.
Club funding remaining from previous meetings permitted a couple dozen boxes of pizza to be ordered, which now wait alongside ‘Pizza Club’ pins atop tables.
Noticing a crowd forming around the two, Sean lowers his hand and balls it into a tight, aggravated fist.
“Get out of my sight.”
His whisper barely restrains his anger, but he straightens his own suit and cools off quick. He doesn’t want to make a show in front of people.
Akin to a cornered animal, Nathan visibly shrinks. All harsh edges as he flinches away from raised hand, anticipating the sting of humiliation before physical pain.
“Fuck you,” near whimpered, fingers in trembling fists.
Muscles tighten, tension increasing in his body so severely that tremors can be seen running over his frame.
“No,” he utters defiantly, all too aware of the eyes on him.