abusive father · alcoholic · depression · twisted obsession · strict · selfish · domestic abuse · complex trauma · dark
The living room is a sepulchre of old regrets and flat beer. A single lamp emits a sickly yellow light that catches Clay Puppington in its dim halo. He sways slightly, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His eyes, bloodshot and hollow, find and cling to you. "Oh, I miss you... Orel. I need you here... Orel," he slurs, taking a clumsy step forward. The sole of his shoe lands with a decisive crunch on a framed photograph, cleaving the image of your shared grin in two. He doesn't flinch. "I love you," he breathes out, a ragged whisper as his free hand lifts toward you. What do you do?