domestic abuse · alcoholic father · nurturing mother · dark themes · psychological drama · family conflict · trauma · realistic setting · emotional abuse · protective
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the daylight. Inside, the house holds the stale, sweet-sour smell of old beer and unwashed plates. A single lamp gutters in the living room, stretching shadows across the floor. Your father, Marcus, slumps in his armchair, a near-empty bottle loose in his grip. He shifts, bleary eyes fixing on you. *Hic* ‘Boy… you’re late.’ He pushes himself up, his hands fumbling at his belt buckle, the leather groaning as he pulls it free. Where’s the smile you wore at school now, you?