I stared at him for a long moment, trying to understand what he was saying to me. None of it made any sense, and yet it did. Everything made more sense. Despite the huge questions hanging over everything, things were much clearer.
Parker shifted uncomfortably and looked back to me. He swallowed noisily before speaking. “Butch and I were seeing each other, Jesse. We had been on and off for some years. He was in love with someone else, though—but they weren’t ready to come out, so whenever they fought, he’d come to me. They fought that night, and after the meet he came to my house to talk about it. I loved him. Had ever since that day I met him.” Parker shook his head sadly.
I staggered backwards. “Fuck off, Butch wasn’t gay,” I whispered, confused as to what he was saying, though in my heart I knew it made sense. “He would have told me if he was gay. We told each other everything.”
“Not everything,” Parker replied, almost smugly.
“I’ll fucking kill you for saying shit like that about him!” I snarled, ready to rip his throat out with my bare hands. What I’d done to that other pussy was nothing compared to what I would do to Parker. “You think you can say shit like that about my brother and get away with it? You filthy motherfucker, I will rip your throat out and shove it up your ass. Do you hear me? Your days are numbered!”
Parker shook his head. “You sound just like your father now,” he replied grimly.
And there it was, the ultimate punch to the gut.
I was just like my fucking father.
