The final dream that night was a very dreaded memory, one to be avoided.
The two boys stood before their father, and the blonde had a black eye. Both were nearly adults.
"Rick. I expected better of you. To lay hands on your brother like this..."
The dark-haired boy said nothing, for nothing could change the narrative. His twin had told his side of the story already, and there was no refuting such a thing.
"Don't you see how your anger is hurting Jonah?" Their father continued. "You two don't hang out at all anymore. And you keep saying it's his fault, but I don't see how that can be true. Only one of you hit the other today, and it sure as s**t wasn't Jonah."
"What is my punishment?" The dark-haired boy asked, his voice flat and his eyes blank.
"Ugh. Why do I even bother with you? Pu
