Beyond The Edge

Terror Dad

As Liam returned home, the weight of his confession to Emily still hung heavy on his mind, mingling with the ever-present dread of facing his father's wrath. As he entered the house, the familiar tension in the air clung to him like a suffocating shroud, foreshadowing the storm that was about to descend upon him.

Sure enough, as Liam stepped through the threshold, his father's booming voice echoed through the walls, a cacophony of anger and disappointment that seemed to pierce him to the core.

"Liam, care to explain why you've been suspended again?" His father's voice was like ice, cutting through the silence of the room.

"It's not what you think, Dad," Liam began, his voice faltering slightly under his father's piercing stare. "I promise—"

"Save your excuses," his father interrupted, his voice rising with each word. "I'm tired of hearing them. You're becoming a disappointment, Liam. You need to get your act together."

"But Dad, I—" Liam tried to interject, but his father's anger brooked no interruption.

"No buts!" his father shouted, his face flushed with rage. "You're lucky I haven't kicked you out already. You need to start taking responsibility for your actions."

Liam's fists clenched at his sides, frustration bubbling up inside him. "I am taking responsibility!" he shot back, his voice tinged with defiance. "You just don't understand."

His father's eyes narrowed, a coldness settling over his features. "I understand perfectly well, Liam," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure."

Liam felt a surge of anger rising within him, his chest heaving with emotion. "You don't know anything about me!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.

The two stood facing each other, the air thick with tension and resentment. In that moment, it seemed as if their relationship had reached an impasse, the gap between them widening with each passing second. And as Liam turned away, retreating to the solitude of his room, he couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find a way to bridge the divide that had grown between them.

As Liam retreated to the solitude of his room, his mind a whirlwind of emotions, he felt the familiar pull of despair gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. With shaking hands, he reached for the razor blades hidden away in his drawer, his fingers tracing the cold metal with a mixture of dread and longing.

In the dim light of his room, Liam's thoughts raced, a cacophony of self-doubt and despair echoing through his mind. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of darkness, the weight of his father's disappointment and his own perceived failures crushing him beneath its relentless waves.

With a trembling breath, Liam pressed the razor blade against his wrist, the sharp sting of pain offering a momentary reprieve from the turmoil raging within him. As the crimson droplets welled up from the wound, a sense of numbness washed over him, dulling the sharp edges of his anguish.

But even as he watched the blood trickle down his arm, a voice whispered in the depths of his soul—a voice that reminded him of the love and support that surrounded him, even in his darkest moments. And as the realization dawned upon him, Liam felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a tiny spark of light amidst the shadows of his despair.

With a shaky breath, Liam lowered the razor blade, the moment of reckoning passing like a fleeting shadow

As the weight of his struggles pressed down upon him, Liam collapsed onto his bed, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. Each sob wracked his body, a painful reminder of the torment that consumed him.

In the darkness of his room, surrounded by the suffocating silence of his own thoughts, Liam surrendered to his grief. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of despair, the waves of anguish crashing over him relentlessly.

With each tear that fell, Liam's resolve crumbled, his heart heavy with the burden of his pain. He longed for the solace of sleep, for the brief respite it offered from the unrelenting ache in his soul.

And so, with a heavy heart and weary spirit, Liam closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to envelop him. And as he drifted off into the realm of dreams, he prayed for a reprieve from the anguish that plagued him, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of his despair.