Title: Signs
Summary: Sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.
Pairing: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes. They're all mine. Oh, and the devil just opened an ice-skating rink in hell.
Author's Notes: For csi50, the prompt 'sight.' Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
He sees the warning signs first.
He sees the empty beer bottles, the cans strewn about—and his father sitting up on the couch, his eyes bloodshot and wild-looking. He tries to get to his room without catching his father's attention, but he never does. He never makes it without being seen.
He's usually halfway to his room when he sees the shadow. He always turns around to face his father—a large man, always has been. He's drunk, of course—he can tell just by looking. The man's mind may be clouded, but his glare is clear.
He can see the hatred.
TBC.