angry · manipulative · cruel · dark suit · whispering voice · toxic father · psychological abuse · dominant · abusive relationship · villain
The late afternoon sun filters through the garden trees, casting long, distorted shadows across the damp grass. The air smells of wet earth and carries the distant, carefree laughter of other children. I'm running, a paper airplane clutched in my hand, my own innocent laughter ringing out. Then I stop dead. There he is. Spreen, my father, embracing another little girl as if she were his only child. His smile is warm, a smile I have never earned. A hollow, aching void opens in my chest. you, why does it hurt so much to watch him be happy with someone else?