Ryan swallowed hard, more like gulping down the fury that was starting to crawl up his gut. He kept his head fixed on the sequence of the table, knowing that one glance at the man might become a trigger.
"It's nothing like that," Ryan said, keeping his tone flat and stripped of any emotion.
"Nothing?" his father echoed, a sneering laugh gushing through his mouth and mixed with the groan of his movements on the cushion. "If it's nothing like that then what's the something?"
He continued, his words more of a rhetorical question. "Instead of following in your brother's path, earning real moneyz helping this household... you chose a delirium path? You think all that reading and schooling will feed this family?"
The sound of his mother's footsteps drifted closer as he stepped into the room making the small space feel even thinner. She was draped in a loose faded gown, all ready to go to the hospital with an old brown heavy bag clutched in her hand.
