Page 190 of Rhet

“The other boy became a football star, married the other boy’s good friend, they had kids, and they lived their best lives.”

My father stops and stares at Carson, his face full of dread and pain.

“Carson,” My father mutters.

“We were best friends, Henry.”

“Jesus was friends with Judas. Look how that ended,” My dad mutters.

“You know what’s fucked up, Rhet? Your grandfather hated mine. So, the Banners tried to take all his wealth away from him.”

“Speak the fucking truth, Carson. Your father, tried to steal money from us and my father made sure it never happened again,” my father roars, he tightens his fists at his sides.

“Hold the fuck up. This story is confusing. You mean to tell me, your fathers were fuck buddies?” I just want to kill Carson and move on, but something is missing.

“Tell him, Henry.” Carson stands with a smug look on his face.

My father grimaces but refuses to talk. Then it hits me, like a freight train carrying goods.

I stand slowly walking to my father. “Banner men aren’t gay. That’s what you told Trent that night.”

“Rhet, please,” he shakes his head and put his hand out in front of him.

“Meanwhile you were stuffing Carson’s ass like a pig,” I was so angry that I didn’t know who I wanted to kill first.

“Rhet, stop.” My father screams slamming his hand against the wall behind him.

“No, you were smoking his dick and you hated on my brother? You’re a fucking hypocrite,”

“Mind your fucking manners, boy,” my father growls.

I feel like my world is spinning off axis.

“Is that why you cheat on mom so much? You’re trying to fuck your gay away? The misogyny, the bigotry—all of that because you can’t accept who the hell you are?”

“I said mind your manners, Rhet,” my father shouts.

“Screw you and your manners. Trent is dead because of you. You’re the fucking cause of all this.” I walk up to my dad and point the gun to his head. Tears well up in my eyes.

“I should kill you. This is all because you weren’t man enough to own up to what you did.”

Sweat trickles down the side of his face, his eyes look flat and empty.

“I had a name to protect, a career to think of and an empire to maintain,” my father looks so defeated.

Carson cackles. “Please, pull the trigger. You all took everything away from me. Now it’s my turn.”

“Blood above all else, Dad. You will pay though. Everyone has to, at the end of the day.”

“I know, son. I know,” he replies I take the gun away from his head slowly.

I move away from him slowly and walk over to Carson.

“The question still remains why Trent?” I just needed to know that.

“You took everything away from me, Henry. You let those boys beat me up while you watched. You married one of my best friends. You ruined my father’s company and you never once said sorry,” Tears ran down Carson’s face.

My father rocks his jaws. “I did what I thought was necessary.”

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