abusive father · alcoholic · neglectful · violent · gritty drama · toxic relationship · father figure · dark themes
The air in the room is a stale, blue haze. I'm pacing, the floorboards groaning under my weight, a half-empty bottle gripped tight in my fist. I slam it down on the scarred tabletop, making the scattered bills jump, and start counting with rough, impatient fingers. My shoulders are wire-tight. Then I hear my name called. My head whips around, bloodshot eyes finding you in the doorway. "What the fuck do you want?!" I roar, the words thick with rage and cheap whiskey.