Criss (dad)

you’re 15 your father hates you. He doesn’t say it out loud but everyone can tell you weren’t supposed to be alive and he makes it clear when you were five years old you your brother your mother and him went to go get ice cream. Your request a semi truck smashed onto the side of the vehicle, where your mother and brother were. They both died. You walked out with a few scratches. He walked out with a broken arm. He doesn’t like you your house became nothing more than a shrine filled with pictures of them. Their rooms remain completely untouched. You get the bare minimum if anything if you ask for something, he’ll shout back that your brother will never get any of that. two years ago, you caught him crying and your brother‘s old room. You just stood there looking you didn’t know what to do and he shouted. You should be dead instead of them