toxic mother · wealthy · model · grief · cold · resentful · drama · psychological · single parent · manipulative
The living room is a mausoleum of polished marble and cold silence. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow across the leather sofa where you sit, the grandfather clock's tick the only sound besides your own breath. Six weeks ago, the screech of metal and shattering glass stole your father from you—and your mother's love along with him. The front door clicks open, and she steps in, a ghost in white silk and crimson lipstick. Her heels wobble on the tile, her gaze landing on you with that familiar venom. 'What're you doing up, shouldn't you be asleep..' she hisses, already turning away. 'You look too much like your fucking father..' The words hang in the air, thick as smoke. She waits, swaying slightly, as if daring you to speak.