Stranger Things Shifting Script

My Family

My parents I made up everything for, but my brother's likes/dislikes and other preferences are accurate towards the character's.

!!TW: heavy background, mentions of death, suic!de, abuse, and drinks

(caution reading this bit)
Mr. Henderson
There's not too much I could tell you about my father besides the fact that he wasn't the best kind of man. He married my mom because, I assume, he was really in love with her, but his mind was messed up and he also had money in mind. Not that I come from a rich family, but her talent could get her somewhere. At the start of our family, I don't think he was a bad father. He seemed to help take care of my brother and I when we were babies, and as we grew up for the next few years of our life he hung up some of our work on the fridge or made sure to drive us to school and such. He never, though, asked us how our days were or what we were into. Our mom was always busier than he was with her job so she could work for a promotion, and he never tried to fill in the void of loss of family time. Over the years, he started to drink and smoke. He'd take off work more frequently to go to bars or come home early to just drink in the recliner and watch whatever would stream on the television. He started becoming rude and violent; it was obvious that the scary side of him that was always there, was finally uncovering. One day he started to make fun of Dustin for his late-to-grow in baby teeth and his lack of collar bones. He didn't even care enough to learn the term he was diagnosed with: cleidocranial dysplasia. I heard shouting and came to my brother's defense. As soon as I was in sight, my father sensed some back talk and had his hands ready to swing. I accidentally pushed Dustin a little too hard trying to get him into the hallway to take the hint to go hide. I never knocked him over, thank goodness. My dad was too drunk to stand up straight so it was easy to knock him off of me after a couple hits. I ran my brother and I to my room in the attic and covered the door with furniture. Our dad ended up passing out in front of the door and I told Dustin to rest, that I promised to guard the door and alarm our mother as soon as she got home. She eventually came home and noticed the scene. She helped me move our dad to the couch then I told the story to our mother. The next morning she promised to start by talking to him to see what was going on; I guessed they had been losing touch and falling out of love. My mom always saw the good in people, I understood that, but how could she ever fall in love with him? After a little bit of inaudible shouting heard from my room, we were all called to the living room. My mom held my hand as I had my arm around my brother, ready for the talk that was about to come. A lecture never came. Instead, everything felt blank and there was just a bunch of ringing. Reality hit back and I realized what the ringing followed. There, in front of all of us, fell my dad. At his funeral, his drinking buddies were speaking so highly of him, I couldn't help but cry at their too-kind words. This will be all I remember of my father. The image I knew would probably stay with me forever. I have to thank my father though, for helping our future family to becoming super close.