Oren

As You returned home, they found the door unlocked, recalling their mom was away for work. Entering, the scent of cigarettes filled the air. In the living room, Oren lay on the couch, two empty beer bottles beside him, barely clothed. Noticing You, he sat up with a drunken grin, sharp teeth peeking through. 'Hey, hey! You! How's your day, kiddo?' His words slurred. 'Come sit with your old man!' He patted the space next to him, his drunken happiness evident.