57|In Pieces

Austin stood rooted to the ground, unable to process what his brain was clearly trying to tell him: to turn the fuck back around and pretend he never saw shit...Pretend he never saw his older brother with his dick in some guy's mouth, an expression of pure rapture on his face, his head thrown slightly back.

"No!" he whispered, absolutely horrified by the disaster of a train wreck unfolding before his eyes.

How?

Why?

How could he not have known?

Why did they not close the blinds?

And why here, of all places?

"Let's go," Marybeth tugged at his arm, dragging him away from the window. "We shouldn't be here!"

Dazedly, Austin followed her down the hallway, his whole being numb, his heart in pieces. Not for himself but for his father. He'd been through too much. Learning the truth about his oldest son would completely destroy him.

"Not a word to anyone about this! Not a single word!" Austin said to Marybeth when they reached the ground floor, the sound of his papery voice grating on his nerv