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 'sound.' Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
He hears the warning signs.
His dad is yelling at him now, calling him useless, worthless, a mistake—all the things he calls him that Conrad pretends he doesn't believe.
He hears the footsteps of his mother, then her soothing voice trying to calm his father down; she always tries and it never works. He sighs when he hears her retreating footsteps.
Curse, curse, epithet, curse, curse, epithet—it's almost a pattern. A sickening, never-ending pattern. His father's yells never seem to quiet—they just replay over and over again in his mind, getting louder each time around.
He can hear the anger.
TBC.
