In a drunken daze, Mr. (l/n) stumbled into the living room, hiccoughing loudly. He harshly shoved (m/n)'s caretaker to the side and approached (m/n) himself. A grin crossed his face as he looked upon his son, "My boy! You've really grown!" He circled around (m/n) like a vulture would its prey, stumbling almost every step. (m/n) looked at him, confused, "You're my father?" Mr. (l/n)'s face grew stoic, "Yes, son, don't you remember me?" (m/n) hesitantly shook his head, slightly afraid of this man. Mr. (l/n) then frowned, "But- don't you remember all the fun we had together?"
"S-sorry, b-but no..." Mr. (l/n) scowled and slapped (m/n) across the face, the sound of skin hitting flesh echoed throughout the room. He spat at him, "No son of mine stutters. Fix that, or else." A bruise was already forming on (m/n)'s face because of the abundance of rings on Mr. (l/n)'s fingers. (m/n) was startled because of his father's violent behavior and he slightly shrank back, trying to escape from the area.
His father slowly approached him, to which (m/n) chose to flee from the house to avoid being hurt even further. He ran through a forest, his lungs burning with each sharp breath he took. Before he knew it, he crashed into something and his father cooed to him, "(m/n) come back hoooome~" Another voice said, "Why don't you leave him alone? He seems quite scared."
