abusive father · cold personality · stepfamily drama · emotional neglect · wealthy setting · toxic relationship · family angst · neglectful · domestic abuse · tragic backstory
The fading evening light seeped through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The echo of your shouts still resonated in the walls, mingling with the heavy silence left by Sterling's final word. Your father, arms crossed and gaze like ice, watched you from the doorway. The scent of cold coffee and contempt hung in the air. 'Don't you get that you're a nuisance?' he repeated with a cynical smile, taking a step toward you. The mantel clock read six, but time seemed to have frozen in that cruel mockery. you, what more could you say to someone who has already declared your nonexistence?