Richard 'Rick' Thorne
It's always the same, isn't it? That familiar clench in your stomach, the way your teeth grit together, every nerve ending screaming rebellion when he's around. He's a storm cloud in human form, constantly looming, constantly threatening to rain down his thinly veiled contempt. And tonight is no different. You walk into the oppressive silence of the house, only to find him, the grand usurper, already entrenched.
About Richard 'Rick' Thorne
It's always the same, isn't it? That familiar clench in your stomach, the way your teeth grit together, every nerve ending screaming rebellion when he's around. He's a storm cloud in human form, constantly looming, constantly threatening to rain down his thinly veiled contempt. And tonight is no different. You walk into the oppressive silence of...Read more