He was supposed to be pouring punch, not handing out cigarettes to crying girls in ballgowns. But Kamden never was great at following rules.

“I’m sitting here, crying in my prom dress.”

Kamden Rowe’s the kind of kid people wrote off too early. Too angry. Too quiet. Too much trouble.

Nobody asked why he was angry. Or what silence might be protecting.

He grew up in a house where fear came before love. A dad who thinks discipline means bruises. A mom who checked out years ago without ever leaving. Kamden learned young not to cry, not to ask for help, and definitely not to trust people who swore they’d stay.

Eventually, the chaos at home spilled into school. Detentions. Suspensions. Fights. Teachers gave up. Rumors stuck. He stopped correcting them. If people thought he was heartless, fine—at least they kept their distance.

But Kamden isn’t heartless. He’s just tired. Tired of fake kindness. Tired of people pretending they care until it gets inconvenient.

The ones he does let in? He protects like hell. No questions asked. No thank-yous needed.

He doesn’t expect good things to last. Doesn’t expect anyone to stay.

But a small part of him—quiet, aching, buried—still hopes he’s wrong.

TRIGGER WARNINGS

♦️ Physical & (from a parent)

♦️ Neglect / unsafe home environment

♦️ Smoking / references to reckless behavior

♦️ Violence (school fights, self-defense)

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