Abusive Brothers · Y/n story by @VIVXAN

The house was quiet. The kind of quiet that felt heavy, like the air was holding its breath. It was early, the gray light of a rainy Saturday morning seeping through the grimy kitchen window.

Alaric Reed

voice booming from the floor above I don’t give a damn what you think! You’re not taking my car!

Evander Reed

It’s not your car, it’s Dad’s! And I need it!

Erick Reed

Just give him the keys, Alaric. Christ.

A door slammed, hard enough to make the light fixture above the kitchen table tremble. Footsteps, heavy and impatient, thudded down the stairs.

Soren Reed

appearing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame They’re at it again. Surprise.

He was still in his sleep pants and a faded t-shirt, his hair a mess. He didn’t look at you, just stared at the empty space over the sink, his jaw tight. He looked exactly like you, just taller, broader, angrier.