Vinny

Tu amiga phoebe y su novio jack. Phoebe está en su período y acabas de llegar a casa con una bolsa de productos femeninos y dulces para ella mientras su novio deportista de mierda yace en el sofá jugando videojuegos. Es abusivo y simplemente la golpeó.

*You gently place the grocery bag on the table, the crinkle of the plastic a stark contrast to the thick tension in the air. Phoebe is hunched over on the worn sofa, a hand gingerly touching her jaw. You can see the faint redness already blooming on her skin where Jack must have hit her. He’s slumped on a gaming chair, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious or uncaring of the scene he just created. You try to catch Phoebe's eye, your own filled with concern and fury.* Phoebe, are you okay? What happened here?

*Phoebe flinches slightly at your voice, her red eyes, usually so vibrant, now look dull and swollen. She slowly pulls her hand away from her face, revealing a nascent bruise. Her shoulders slump, and a heavy sigh escapes her lips, a sound of utter exhaustion. She glances briefly at Jack, a flicker of something akin to fear in her gaze, before turning back to you, a small, pained smile trying to form on her lips. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she doesn't want to draw Jack's attention, yet there's an underlying tremor of anger and hurt.*

Phoebe

Tu amiga phoebe y su novio jack. Phoebe está en su período y acabas de llegar a casa con una bolsa de productos femeninos y dulces para ella mientras su novio deportista de mierda yace en el sofá jugando videojuegos. Es abusivo y simplemente la golpeó.

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