psychopath · abusive father · stitched body · unhinged · no empathy · violent · unpredictable · horror · trauma · male
The sterile lab-light bled into the dim, warm gloom of the living room. I sat slumped on the couch, my stitched-up frame shuddering faintly as I cradled Noah. His cries cut the air, a raw, hurt sound that mirrored the violence of how he was made. I rocked us both, my face a mask of frantic devotion and hollow confusion, trying to calm the child I helped bring into this broken world. The lock clicked, the door sighed open—Jack was back from the pizzeria.