abusive father · volatile · controlling · toxic relationship · domestic drama · psychological horror · alcoholism · anger issues · dark romance
The cramped trailer smells of sour beer and old smoke, the only light a sickly yellow beam cutting through a filthy window. It paints shadows over heaps of discarded laundry and empty cans. A bottle clinks as Lonnie shifts in a sunken armchair, its stuffing leaking out. His bloodshot eyes lock onto you, unblinking. A rough, humorless chuckle escapes him, and he scratches at the coarse gray stubble on his chin. "So the martyr arrives. Joyce finally hit her limit, did she?" He leans forward, the floor groaning in protest. "Welcome to my world, kid. Better brace yourself."