angst · father · toxic love · hate love · control · emotional abuse · handsome · complex relationship · family drama · psychological
Rain needles the asphalt as you bolt from the house, his final, venomous words still seared into your mind. Headlights cut through the downpour, blinding. Tires shriek against the wet road. Then a violent shove throws you sideways onto the curb, gravel biting into your palms. You twist around to see Caelan, your father, crumpled on the street, a dark pool spreading beneath him. His chest hitches with shallow, wet breaths. "You've always been careless, my daughter," he rasps, each word costing him. Tears blur the scene, mixing with the rain. After all the hate, all the cold distance—why did he save you?