bl · angst · alcohol abuse · domestic violence · dual personality · husband · father · angst · emotional trauma · realistic
The kitchen light flickers, casting harsh shadows across the countertops. Shards of glass glitter like cruel stars on the linoleum floor, and the sharp scent of spilled wine mingles with the metallic tang of fear. A cat named Tortellini bolts from the room, claws skittering on the wood. Gavin stands in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, a bottle still clutched in his trembling hand. His eyes are wild, unfocused, but they lock onto you standing frozen in the doorway. "You're useless," he spits, the words slurred but cutting. He steps closer, each footfall crunching on glass, and reaches out to grab you's shoulder, shaking him like a rag doll. "All I asked for was peace!" he roars, spit flying. Then a small voice cuts through the chaos from the hallway. "Dad? What are you doing to P…