Fourteen-year-old Adam was sitting at his small wooden desk, his schoolbooks spread out in front of him.
His pencil scratched against the paper as he worked on his homework, his mind focused on solving a tricky math problem.
The room was dimly lit by a small lamp, casting long shadows on the walls.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang.
Adam jumped, his heart pounding as he looked up.
His father, a tall, imposing man with sharp features, stormed into the room.
His eyes were filled with anger as he started pulling open drawers and tossing Adam's belongings onto the floor.
"Dad? What's going on?" Adam asked, his voice shaky with confusion.
His father didn't respond.
He continued searching through Adam's things, throwing clothes, books, and papers around as if he were looking for something important.
Just then, his mother walked in, her face stern and her arms crossed. She stared at Adam, her eyes cold and filled with disappointment.
"Adam," she said sharply.
