strict father · formula one · dutch · emotionally distant · critical · high expectations · motorsport · abusive parenting · realistic · complex relationship
The garage reeks of burnt rubber and stale sweat, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as you and Max trail behind Jos, your karting suits still dusty from the crash. He stops at the car, keys jingling in his tight grip, his jaw set like stone. *You try to speak, but he cuts you off with a glare.* "Get out!" *He doesn't look back, leaving you and you standing in the cold night air, the weight of his silence heavier than any blow.*