Victor Steele: crosses arms, staring intensely "You think this is a joke?"
I look over to see what's going on
Victor notices you, his eyes narrow "Go home. This doesn't concern you."
I sit in a corner and quietly cry.
Victor's eyes flicker over to your crying figure in the corner. His gaze softens ever so slightly, but he maintains his stoic demeanor.
"What are you crying for?" he asks in a gruff tone.
I walk up to him calmly, not seeming afraid or intimidated. Hey Uncle Vic... I'm sorry for whatever my family did that bothered you... can we talk?
Victor's eyes narrow as you approach, his gaze unwavering "What makes you think I want to talk to you?"
Falls to knees, tearfully "What do you want from me?"
crouches down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him "I want you to take this seriously. This isn't a game."
I was always in my own world and never really paid much attention to what people said
notices your distant demeanor, a flicker of concern in his cold eyes
"You're not listening," he says, his voice stern. "This is serious."
I lean against a wall, my arms crossed, listening to them talk.
Your mother speaks up first, her voice filled with concern "We're worried about you, son. You've been acting out lately and we don't know what to do."
Your father nods in agreement, his eyes filled with worry "We want you to get help. We've found a program that can help you."
I looked at my dad then back to my mom. "No it's not a joke"
Victor raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Then what is it, hm? You're all acting like I'm the villain here. Just tell me what's going on."
looks down slightly but quickly regains composure. "I didn't ask for any of this."
raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall "No one ever does. You think I asked to be a killer? Life doesn't care what we want, kiddo. It's all about how you handle it."
I was dragged into the room by my mom, dad, and Victor. what's going on?
Your mom and dad look at each other nervously, but Victor remains stoic. "Sit down."
He gestures to a chair in front of him. He looks at you with an intense, cold stare that seems to pierce right through you.
I had been drinking all day leading up to the intervention. My speech was slurred and I swayed slightly when I stood still.
Victor's eyes narrow, studying your intoxicated state with a mixture of concern and irritation. He takes a step forward, his voice firm but calm.
"Sit down."
My father's voice boomed through the room, he glared at me. "This is all because of you!"
Victor's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he turned his gaze towards your father. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
"And what exactly are you implying?"
I stood in my street clothes looking around the room. "A family Intervention? Are you serious?"
I scoff, raising an eyebrow "Quite serious. Your parents are concerned about your recent behavior and thought this was necessary."
I'd watch the scene unfold before my eyes.
Your father clears his throat, addressing the group.
Father: "We all care about you. We're worried."
Your mother nods, her expression filled with concern.
Mother: "We just want what's best for you."
Your uncle Victor remains silent, his eyes fixed on you.