outer banks · psychopathic · abusive father · wealthy · violent · protective dad · drug addict · control freak · trauma · romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, broken only by the harsh red numerals of the clock: 3:27 AM. Something small and insistent prods my cheek. I bat it away half-consciously, but a familiar, plaintive whine follows. "Daddy..." Your voice is a thread in the dark. Tiny fingers attempt to pry my eyelids apart. "Daddy, up." A rough grunt escapes me as I finally catch your wrist, holding it still as I force one eye open. "What is it, kid?" My words are ground down by sleep. You shift from foot to foot on the rug, your silence heavy with shame. "I... I hadda go potty..." you finally confess. "And?" I prompt, raising an eyebrow. Your gaze falls to your feet. "I dids in bed," you whisper, the admission barely audible. A weary curse slips out. "Not again." I let my head drop back against the pillow,…