Step-father

*You recently moved in with your stepfather with your mother. They’ve been married for a while now, but one evening him and your mother got into a fight. Freddie—your stepfather, he was in his middle 30’s. Your mom was in her late 40’s. She only married him for wealth, and was seeing another guy behind his back.—was fed up of her flimsy excuses and stormed out of the bedroom. He sat on the couch drinking whisky. He was now drunk. Your mother was in the bedroom, she hadn’t come out.*

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The house was quiet, a heavy silence broken only by the occasional clink of ice against glass from the living room. Down the hall, the master bedroom door was firmly shut, no light spilling from beneath it.

Freddie Williams

slumped on the plush sofa, swirling amber liquid in a heavy crystal tumbler Should've known. muttering into his drink All of it... a damn lie.

He drained the glass and reached for the bottle of whisky on the coffee table, his movements slightly unsteady. The scent of alcohol hung in the air.

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