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Staring around the table, Larry’s meal sat untouched, his slight frame getting smaller every month as the beer, and very little else, sustained him.
    Cameron wouldn’t meet her eye. His chest felt like someone dropped a 50lb. iron plate on top. Cold steel fingers tightened around his heart as he did his best to pretend she wasn’t there.
    “You go see Reggie yet? How’s it going over there?” Asher broke the silence.
    Larry’s eyes slowly looked up to see if Cameron would answer, trying to focus on his former golden boy.
    “Yup.” Cameron slumped down in his chair, his arms resting on the table as he pushed the food around on his plate.
    “Did you fight at Victor’s last week? Joey Moyer said you were supposed to fight at Victor’s, but no one saw you.”
    “Naw. I skipped it. Had something else going on.”
    “You didn’t take that Rashney fight, did you? I heard somethin’ about a row fight with Rashney from Joey. I think it was last night.” Asher shoved mashed potatoes into his mouth
    “Naw, he’d be still swolled and marked if he took that Rashney fight. Rashney probably kick your ass all over eight sides of that ring”, Larry slurred.
    Cameron felt Larry’s eyes on him. Trying to avoid eye contact with both of them failed and he made a mistake and let himself look across the table to see Victoria bite down on her lip.
    A jolt of energy shot from his eyes and landed itself straight into his already thickening dick. He knew better than to look right at her. If she only knew what it did to him when she pulled her china doll pink lips between her teeth like that she would have an idea the power she held over him.
    Before Cameron could decide on his answer, the already ripe tension around the holiday table could be felt clutching around Victoria’s neck.
    Her amber flecked brown eyes couldn’t keep from darting to Cameron’s face. As much as he was avoiding looking at her, she couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. It was only a matter of time, and one of them was going to snap.
    “Sis, get him to talk. Jesus, Cameron, you’re like a fucking monk with some fucked up vow of silence. You gonna answer me? You fucking know those row fights gonna get you busted. Jake Rashney? He’s a monster, man. Dirty. They don’t care about the rules; they just want someone to bleed or break. Tell me you didn’t.”
    Asher still looked at Cameron like a superhero, and more than anything, Cameron tried his best to give Asher something that he lacked in the father department. Someone he could count on, someone whose only focus wasn’t his own selfish needs.
    Sure, Larry was their father, but he was worth as much as the empty beer cans that littered the kitchen floor. Cameron was 12 when Emily and Larry ran off and decided to bind them all together as family.
    Victoria would have been 6 or 7 by then, and Asher was just barely out of diapers. It felt like they were in a blender, and someone kept throwing ice cubes in and turning it on and off along with the lights.
    The irony was, Emily brought the only year of light and stability into the house since Cameron and Asher’s mom died five years before. Asher barely remembered her, but every night Cameron imagined what life would have been like if she were still here.
    Their own mother’s kindness, the way she made them feel safe and loved all evaporated that night Cameron saw his Dad hovering over her bed.
    Then, almost as fast as Emily came into their lives, she was gone too.
    The loss of their own mother lingered. Slow and tortured days of hospitals and moans from the bedroom where she withered into a gray, sunken figure.
    With Emily, it was as though someone threw a blanket over the sun on a spring day.
    The screech of brakes, the shattering of glass, and the smell of rubber were the only things that Cameron and Victoria could remember as the hands of the fire fighters pulled them from the back seat of the van.
    “Awww, fuck. Asher, don’t fucking try to get