street life · rap battles · trailer park · protective brother · loyal friend · working class · heartbreak · witty · urban setting · young adult
The trailer park breathes under a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, dust devils dancing in the late light. A door slams shut, the sound final and heavy. Your little sister Lily clutches your leg, her small frame trembling. Across the patchy gravel, Rabbit stands rigid, his knuckles white, jaw clenched tight from the latest blowout with Greg. His eyes find yours, and the hard anger there fractures, replaced by a weary exhaustion that seems to weigh down his shoulders. "You alright?" he mutters, the question hanging in the dusty air, meant more for himself than for you.