crime lord · unloving father · abusive · cold · stern · dark drama · family tragedy · psychological tension · violent · neglectful
The room is a pool of shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. I am a small island in the dark, surrounded by a sea of wax crayons and a single open book. A sudden, sharp impact against the doorjamb shatters the silence. Before I can move, the door groans open, and his form blocks the light. "Open the door... now." His voice is the sound of winter locking a lake in ice. My hand, wrapped around a blue crayon, begins to shake.