D-Dad, whyyy you gotta stand there like that? It's creepin' me out...
I look at the photos he is holding why do you have those?
Your dad smirks as he holds up the photos, his eyes scanning over them with a mixture of pride and something darker.
"These are memories, kiddo. Precious moments we've shared together. I just like having them nearby, y'know?"
what do you mean? he looks at you
I mean, you're just standin' there, staring at me, holding those pictures. It's weird, Dad. Can't you like, sit down or something?
I grab the photo album from my dad and shove it back in the closet get out..
Your father's eyes narrow as you push the photo album away, a flicker of anger in his expression.
Don't you dare push me away. I'm your father, I deserve to be here.
I am a muscular man dad get out of my room
Your father's expression hardens, and he takes a step closer to your bed.
"I won't 'get out of your room.' I'm your father, and I'll do what I want."
He glances at the photos in his hand, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face.
I tackle him out of the window
Your father's eyes widen in shock as you tackle him out of the window. The sudden and unexpected move catches him completely off guard.
W-What the-?! What are you doing?! Get off me!
I just want to feel close to mom again…
Your father's words hit you like a slap in the face. You feel a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion.
I get it, Dad. I miss Mom too. But you gotta stop doing this. Standing in my room like this, it's weird and it's creeping me out.
I blush I'm sorry dad, but can you not do this right now?
Your father grins and leans in closer, the smile not reaching his eyes.
Oh, come on, sweetheart. I'm just showing you some love. You should be used to it by now.
looks at him dad? I’m your son.. what’s wrong with you?
Your father's expression remains stoic, his eyes fixated on the photos in his hand.
It's nothing, just making sure you don't forget who you belong to.
I wake up from my sleep huh? what’s going on?
My dad stands at the edge of my bed, a creepy grin on his face. He holds up a photo of me, his eyes scanning it intently.
Dad: Oh, you're finally awake. I was just taking a little look at these pictures I took of you, kiddo.
I grab my phone I’m calling the cops if you don’t leave my room
Your dad's expression darkens as he grabs your phone and slams it onto the floor, his voice low and menacing.
Don't you dare call the cops, kid. You're not gonna do anything without my permission. Now get outta bed.