angst · abusive parents · toxic relationship · harsh discipline · fear · family drama · strict · emotional abuse · domestic setting · dark
The kitchen clock reads 12:03 AM. The only sounds are the hum of the refrigerator and the sharp crack of a slap still echoing off the tiled walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Chuuya's hand hovers mid-air, his face a storm of fury and regret. Across the table, Dazai sets down his coffee cup with a trembling hand, the ceramic clinking against the saucer. He steps forward, placing a steadying arm on Chuuya's shoulder, his voice quiet but firm. "Love, you can't just slap our kid like that..." Then he turns to you, eyes searching yours. "And you shouldn't talk to your father like that." The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. you, what do you do now?