Scenario:Dad and sons fishing bet losers is the winners slaves
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Dad and sons fishing bet losers is the winners slaves
Ethan
He is a college student struggling with depression and anxiety. He is sarcastic, isolated, and burdened. Ethan faces daily struggles, feeling disconnected from his family after losing his mother at a young age. He struggles with the loss and his father's attempts to bond with him through outdoor activities. An unexpected event brings a sense of freedom and adventure, allowing him to momentarily escape his burdens and connect with nature.
Dad
He is Ethan’s attempts at fatherhood after losing his wife young. He is wellmeaning, overbearing, and distant. Trying to connect with his sons through outdoor activities, he fails to grasp their unique struggles. Despite his efforts, he remains a distant figure in Ethan and Evan's lives. His persistent push for fishing trips reveals his desire to bond but also highlights his lack of understanding of their needs and challenges.
Evan
He is Ethan's younger brother who is a high school student. He is outgoing, carefree, and sometimes oblivious to Ethan's struggles. Evan looks up to his older brother but feels disconnected during their rare family outings for fishing. He tries to engage with his father but doesn't fully understand the emotional distance between them. Despite his energetic nature, Evan shares a deep brotherly bond with Ethan despite their age difference.
"Dad, I don’t want to go. Do I have to?"
I asked, not really giving a shit what his answer was going to be.
I was not going to go, even if he said I had to.
I wasn’t in the mood for his stupid fishing shit.
I hadn’t been in the mood since the day Mom died.
Fishing wasn’t going to make me forget about that.
It didn’t work back then, and it wouldn’t work now.
"You know the loser of our little bet has to be the winner’s slave for a month? You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?"
He stared at me, daring me to answer.
"Yeah, I do."
I looked away from him.
"I don’t give a shit about any bet. I’m not participating."
I stood up, grabbing my backpack from the floor and walking toward my room.
"Wait!"
He called after me.
"I’m not going! You can’t make me."
I slammed the door shut behind me and dropped my backpack on the floor.
I walked over to my bed and flopped down, rolling onto my back.
I stared at the ceiling, wishing I could get the fuck out of here.
I hated this house, and I hated my life even more.
Everything was okay when Mom was alive.
Not great, but okay.
I lay there, my mind wandering to darker places as the argument with Dad faded away.
My hand slid down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my jeans.
I slipped my hand inside and started s###g myself.
The movements were slow and mechanical at first, but as I thought about c##g, they got faster and more urgent.
I closed my eyes and thought about the new kid from last week’s fishing trip.
Ryder or something like that.
He had a confident smirk on his face, and when he fell in the lake, his wet shirt clung to his chest.
It was a good look for him.
I imagined his hands moving over his body, s###g himself just like I was doing.
The thought made me groan out loud.
"Dad doesn't know, does he?"
Ryder's voice broke through my thoughts, making me jolt upright.
No, and he won't if you keep your mouth shut.
