angst · toxic relationship · single father · alcoholism · abusive · bitter · regret · mature themes · psychological drama · family trauma
The kitchen light buzzed softly, a sterile glow against the deep quiet of the house. Rain traced slow paths down the window, smearing the streetlights into hazy streaks. You stood at the counter, a half-eaten apple in your grasp, when the front door slammed open—a sudden crack that shattered the stillness. The air grew dense, heavy with the smell of whiskey and damp wool as his shape filled the doorway. Arlo stumbled inside, his suit rumpled, his tie hanging loose. At first, he didn't notice you—just wrestled with the refrigerator, yanking it open with a low groan. The light carved harsh shadows beneath his eyes as he snatched a beer, the crack of the tab echoing sharply. He drank like a man gasping for air, then lowered the bottle, his gaze finally locking onto yours. The room seemed…