"Ah, Dad. Already starting strong, are we?"
Gabriel was barely fazed by his father's harsh words.
He'd heard the man say the same slur growing up—except those times he wasn't referring to him.
Well, mostly anyway.
"Get up and keep running, boy. Do you want to be one of those fags running a drag show?" His father would say back when he was a kid training for his school's basketball league.
"Men don't cry."
"Stop being a damn bitch."
"I didn't raise no pussy."
All those words and more played one after the other in Gabriel's mind as he stared at his old man.
"Sweet dying Jesus, Jerome." His mother grabbed his father's shoulder before he could start anything. "Please. You know Gabriel is a Hunter. Plus it was expected he'd be in this city after… those videos—"
"Don't patronise me, woman." Jerome snapped, arm flying off his wife's grip. "Those videos are exactly why I don't want to see his dick-loving face around me. What happened to texting?"
Gabriel's lips thinned.
