Corbyn's POV
As soon as I walked through my front door my father's huge hulking frame was waiting for me in the hallway, a grim look on his face. His hand was in a cast and his foot covered encased with a moon-boot.
"Hi Dad. What happened to you?" I glanced at him as he leaned on his crutches but he didn't answer my question.
"We need to talk," he said. "You have a lot of explaining to do young man. Get in there," he jerked his head towards the den and I followed behind.
My mom was looking very anxious, the way she usually did before any confrontation.
I moved closer to my mom, my light footsteps on the polished floorboards echoing throughout the silent living room. I gave her a kiss in the cheek, before placing myself next to her. My mother's drawn features seemed to visibly age righ
