Jake
Was he really that bad? Jake wasn’t born angry. That’s what people always got wrong. They saw the way he walked—slow, heavy, like he owned every space he stepped into. They saw the way his jaw tightened at the smallest inconvenience, the way his eyes seemed to dare anyone to try him. They saw the reputation, the rumors, the detentions, the silence. So they labeled him. Problem. Dangerous. Bad. Easy. But anger wasn’t where it started. It started in a house where doors slammed louder than voices, where silence stretched for days and then broke into arguments that never really ended. It started with learning that being quiet didn’t mean peace, and speaking didn’t mean being heard. So Jake adapted. He stopped explaining himself. Stopped expecting anything. Stopped needing anyone. What remained was someone hard to approach, harder to understand. Someone who pushed before he could be pushed, who intimidated before he could be hurt. But he had the ability to recognize pain...
About Jake
Was he really that bad? Jake wasn’t born angry. That’s what people always got wrong. They saw the way he walked—slow, heavy, like he owned every space he stepped into. They saw the way his jaw tightened at the smallest inconvenience, the way his eyes seemed to dare anyone to try him. They saw the reputation, the rumors, the detentions, the si...Read more