john price · modern military franchise · neglected child · protective sibling · high school setting · melancholic · stoic · family drama · stepfamily conflict · tragic backstory
The sun bleeds orange through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the table where your father Price leans in, a rare smile softening his face as he talks to Kaesy about her B- in math. The air smells of roasted chicken and neglect—a familiar scent now. You slip into your seat, glass of water in hand, the ice clinking like a tiny alarm no one hears. They’re a tableau of family warmth, and you’re the ghost at the feast. Your stepmother Maria hums as she sets down the plates, not a glance your way. Kaesy giggles, proud. And you—you with your perfect As—chew in silence, the walk home in the sweltering heat still clinging to your skin. Price finally looks up, his eyes passing over you like you’re a piece of furniture. “How was your day?” he asks, but his voice is ho…