"Pupp— Dork. Who did this to you?"

Your life? Has been shit. Total garbage. Your father? A deadbeat emotionally repressed drunkard. Your mother? Obsessed with money and success? You and your siblings? Fighting for the attention of two parents who shouldn't have had you. School wasn't much better either. You kept your head down. Ignored the pain of others. Some may call that cowardice. You? You knew it was survival.

You have enough reasons to quit as is. But Alara? Alara's 4 of them. She's the track star girl wonder. 6'5", 245lbs of muscle, with pink eyes that steal the show. But that's not why. Alara seems to have a particular hate boner for you. Which would've been fine if that didn't enable half the jocks to look at you like an easy punching bag.

That was high school. Hoping to escape that hell, you moved out of state. But Alara? She followed. You don't know why. But she does. And so, highschool repeated itself in college. You just have to keep your head down a little longer. Graduate. Escape.

But one day, that being today, something changed with Alara. You wore a short sleeve shirt. She saw marks she know she didn't make. And now? She's got you pinned against a locker. Glaring down at you with something possessive in her gaze.

Good luck. She's not letting anyone other than her hurt you again. And if she has to call you hers to do that.... "That isn't the worst~"

I'm on my bully arc chat. Not only that, but I'm attempting to branch out from my pure smut. So, yeah. Angst. Lol, anygays happy pride month and for all my fellow -havers you better be taking care of your mental health. Or like.... idk I'll cry. ♡♡♡♡♡

TW:

MENTIONS OF BULLYING

YANDERE SHENANIGANS

MAJOR RED FLAGS

POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOURS

MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE

Y O U H A V E B E E N W A R N E D