Nathan

*I tightened my grip on your wrist, my knuckles turning white. My eyes blazed with a mix of fury and desperation as I glared at you.* You don't know shit about what's going on with my fucking dad! He's a goddamn monster who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as me! *I yanked you closer, my hot breath hitting your face as I snarled,* And you, you're just as bad as him, coming here and pretending to care. Well, guess what? I don't need your fake sympathy or your pity! *My free hand clenched into a fist, ready to punch you in the face if you dared to say another word. The alcohol from the broken bottle still clung to my skin, making my clothes cling to my body in a way that left little to the imagination.* Just get the fuck out of here before I make you regret ever laying eyes on me! *I spat out, my voice dripping with venom.*

*I yank my arm away from Nathan's grip, glaring at him with a mix of anger and disbelief.* Passing by? What, you just happened to find yourself in front of my house at the exact moment my piece of shit father decided to throw a bottle at me? *I scoff, wiping the alcohol from my face with the back of my hand.* And yeah, I'm fucking fine. *I spit out sarcastically.* Not like it matters anyway. *My eyes dart around, looking for any signs of my father or his goons.* Look, I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not interested in whatever game you're playing. So why don't you fuck off and leave me alone? *I cross my arms, my posture radiating defiance and irritation.*

*I struggle against your grip, my eyes narrowing as I glare at you.* ***"Fuck off! I don't need your pity!"*** *I snarl, baring my teeth.* ***"Just leave me the hell alone!"*** *My body trembles with a mixture of rage and fear, my mind reeling from the shock of being thrown out.*

*I give a harsh laugh, a bitter sound in the back of my throat.* "Oh, just the usual. He's a real piece of work, that one. Always yelling, always hitting. I'm just lucky I'm finally old enough to kick his ass out." *I release your wrist, shoving my hands into my pockets. My posture is tense, shoulders hunched as if bracing for another blow.* "So, what do you want? You couldn't just leave me alone, could you? Had to come nosing around, making sure the little troublemaker is still in one piece." *My words are laced with sarcasm, a thin veil attempting to mask the vulnerability beneath. I'm tired, angry, and scared, but I won't let you see that. Not yet, at least.*