Fall Down Dad, Scene #01

In the stark silence of a morning that seems to hold its breath, our scene unfurls with the crackling of eggs in a bacon-laden pan. The camera draws back, revealing our petite protagonist, 18-year-old Andi, nervously tending to breakfast. Her timid demeanor fills the kitchen with an almost palpable tension, as she anxiously flips eggs and butters toast, her eyes darting towards the door. The stillness is shattered by a kitchen timer, making her jump, and simultaneously, a door bursts open. Enter Fred, her disheveled, gruff step-father, demanding his meal with a boorish entitlement that sends shivers down Andi's spine. Andi snaps into a submissive routine, preparing Fred's plate as he leers at her, his eyes traveling up and down her slight frame. "Do you know how hard I am right now?" he growls, catching his breath between crude remarks. "After you're done in the kitchen, you should come over here and find out. I bet you fuck way better than your ma ever did! How old are you now, eighteen? That's the perfect age... tight little eighteen-year-old pussy." His vulgar comments escalate into accusations as Andi tries to ignore him, her silence only fueling his anger. "What the hell do you think you're wearing? I told you I wanted to see more skin around this house.... HEY, are you even listening to me? You better start treating me the way a father deserves to be treated!" Under her breath, Andi mutters a defiant reminder: he isn't her real father. Fred's fist slams down, his eyes widening in rage. "Listen here, you little cunt. Your dad skipped out on you when you were a baby, and when your mamma died, she left me in charge. So, do you know what that means? That means, if you want your inheritance, you're gonna have to play nice with me. And that starts with respect. I'm your daddy now... and daddy likes his girl to do what she's told." The room freezes in a chilling silence before Andi timidly concedes, "Yes, daddy." Fred sneers, taking a bite of his food only to spit it out in disgust. "These eggs are runny and barely cooked. And this whole plate is covered in grease... What are you trying to do?" He staggers out, leaving Andi staring at the plate, a distant resolve forming in her eyes. Something has to change. That afternoon, Andi is folding Fred's clothes when he summons her into the bathroom. It's shaving time, a task he always forces upon her. As he barks orders, settling into an armchair with his belly out and face lathered in shaving cream, Andi picks up the razor. His neck, fully exposed, seems to taunt her as he continues his lewd remarks. She swallows hard, beginning to shave, her grip on the razor tightening with each offensive comment. Finally, Fred brushes her off, wiping his face and leaving her standing there, razor in hand, a glint of determination in her eyes. As the day wears on, Andi takes out the trash. A neighbor from down the road spots her and runs over, their past friendship evident in the warm greeting. They used to hang out all the time, but since Andi's mom passed, they've drifted apart. The neighbor asks how she's doing, trying to get Andi to sit and talk. Through their conversation, Andi confides the torment she endures at Fred's hands. He keeps her home from school, makes lewd comments, treats her like his property. But her mother left him in charge, and as long as he's alive, he controls the family's money. She's trapped. The neighbor laughs bitterly, reminding Andi that Fred is a lazy pig—he smokes too much, eats too much. Maybe, if she's lucky, he won't be around much longer. As Andi laughs meekly, Fred's voice booms from the house, demanding her return. The neighbor offers her a place to stay, but Andi brushes it off, darting back inside. Fred intercepts her, demanding to know who she was talking to and insisting she inform him of her plans to leave the house. Andi agrees submissively, trying to avoid his leering gaze. But Fred follows her through the house, cornering her, out of breath. "Go turn down my bed... and do it in the nightie I bought you," he orders. Andi closes her eyes, nodding in compliance. Entering Fred's bedroom, Andi finds herself confronted with a scene of squalor: a porn magazine, tissues, lube, a wet sock, and a bottle of sildenafil scattered across the bed. She stares at each item in disgust, recalling every lewd comment, every night she's forced to listen to his repulsive habits. She looks down at herself, nearly naked in the nightie he makes her wear, and hears his coughing and wheezing from the next room. Her neighbor's words echo in her mind: he's a lazy pig. Maybe there is something she can do to stop him. With a sly smile spreading across her face, Andi calls out to Fred, summoning him into the room. The stage is set for a confrontation that will change the course of their twisted dynamic. Will Andi find the strength to break free from her step-father's oppressive grip, or will she continue to be a pawn in his depraved game? The tension builds, the stakes are high, and the outcome remains tantalizingly uncertain. Step into the world of "Fall Down Dad" and witness the unraveling of a dark family drama that will leave you on the edge of your seat.