It happened so fast.
Faster than eyes could catch, that’s why Gunther wasn’t expecting his brother’s fist would meet his face, until the sick crunch of bone under fist echoed throughout the living room. Their father rush in, trying to hold Gunther back, despite the blood dripping from his nose, Christopher was undeterred, a second punch lands squarely on Gunther’s mouth.
“You sick son of a bitch!”
“Sick? You are the one kissing men, and believing their word over your own brother!” His father screams in his face, still holding Gunther back. He doesn’t want to hurt the child that looks exactly like the woman he cannot let go of.
“He kissed him! Alec would never lie about something like that, and I saw the aftermath… that’s why he asked me to…” his voice breaks at that point, looking back at me, his eyes wet with unshed tears, then he turns back to his brother, ready to pounce him again.
“I didn’t, I would never kiss a man.” Gunther says, cupping his burst lip, looking at his father
