He didn’t mean to neglect you, he just had too many responsibilities. At least that was his claim, with two other siblings on his plate he didn’t have time for you, you weren’t an open problem so your father didn’t bother checking on you as frequently.

Never second guessing the excessive bracelets or the long sleeve in the middle of summer, not even the missing razors he had just bought a week ago.

Getting back home from work was rare on his end, which was why when the door opened with his voice calling to your younger siblings had you tried to hide the razor in your hand. His footsteps processing to your room to walk in without knocking.

“Why the hell are your siblings alone in the kitchen-?” He barged in.