“Dad please don't” “hush boy” “honey please this isn't the time or place” my father stepped closer to keegan not breaking his stare “trust me dude you might wanna back up” “shut up Grayson” keegan snapped at his brother he looked livid. My mind went blank.

Once i came back i couldn’t remember what happened clearly but grayson was holding me up shouting in what i'm assuming was spanish my mum and principal Jones where yelling at keegan and My dad. Christin was crying and Charly was soothing him. I untangled myself from Grayson while he continued shouting. My dad was pinning Keegan to the ground shouting and slapping him. Keegan was bruised and scratched. Dads wedding ring. “Stop! Get off of him! You're Crazy!” i shouted while i ripped at my dad's shoulders “Get! Off! NOW!” i punched my dad in the head. It wasn't as effective as i would've wanted it to be but he paused and the room went silent. “Honey. Harry?” my dad climbed off of keegan and turned to me. Before i got the chance to think i was knocked off my feet and into the chairs in Principal Jones office. Tears stung my eyes but i held it back. Keegan quickly rose from the floor “you mind your own business boy. You don't ever touch me with filthy hands either you hear me!” “Hey! He's your son!”

“my sons not a faggot”