isak walked into his house after work, tired beyond belief. he wanted to sleep, but the house reaked of drugs and alcohol, and he knew there would be no sleep tonight.
"mama? i'm home!" he shouted, hoping she would actually hear him in her current state.
isak walked into the living room, seeing his mom's boyfriend passed out on the couch. there was nothing wrong with him exactly, he just wasn't isak's dad.
he sighed and headed into his room, uninterested in talking to anyone. he had about six air fresheners hanging around the small area just to try and tone down the smell of drugs that lingered in the house constantly.
he fell asleep, praying his mom would get better.
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even walked home alone, like he always was. when he entered his shitty apartment, he called out, "i'm home!" for no reason in particular. probably just for the desperate hope that someone would be there. that his dad would come back. because it's so much easier to lie then to admit that he had no one.
even lit a cigarette and spent what felt like several hours staring out the window.
soon he crushed the cigarette and went to bed.
he fell asleep, praying his dad would come back.
