4 more days left until Christmas Eve and the banquet party. I can not handle all this god damn pressure on just picking a simple tux to wear! What does my father even want me to do? I have no desire to go to this stupid banquet!

I continuously called Max to see if he had a tux and everything essential to attend the banquet with since I needed him as a plus one. I can not stand these needy proposals made by my father anymore to have me engaged to some random woman. I don't care about having a biological child to create an heir to the business! I'm not even the owner of the god damn business so why do I have to look for marriage so suddenly? This is outright insane.

As the days pass the stress of the banquet grows near and I just cannot help but dread consistently upon its arrival. It is currently 11 pm December 23rd. The dinner party or whatever is tomorrow. Tomorrow is in an hour. Whatever, if I live through the experience then that is a win I suppose.  But all in all I genuinely disliked the idea of going through it.

The next day had now arrived and my father and I were getting ready, I made constant check ups to see if he was going to make it but I hadn't received a reply. Did he abandon me? I mean I don't blame him after what my father did, it must be extremely nerve wracking. To be completely honest, but still. I was looking forward to him coming with me to the banquet. It's whatever thought I'll probably just suck it up and continue on forward. At the end of the day there really is no point in moping around.

Eventually, my father and I had entered the car and had driven off toward the banquet hall. The car ride there was tense. My father blared his music to fill the void of silence and of course as a way to tell me to remain silent. There was still tension between our last argument but I've been slowly becoming more and more aggravated by his antics.

Upon arrival, we exited the car and my father had given the valet to park it. As we climbed the steps up to the doors of the banquet hall I looked down at my feet watching each step as I climbed higher. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "There you are!" I heard as I looked up and instantly my body relaxed in itself. " Max, you made it" I smiled as he walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. He looked up at my father and my father had this neutral expression on his face not daring to say a word. Silence, for only a few seconds yet it felt like an eternity. He gave a simple sigh and left us be to the party. I glanced at Max to see him staring at me with a smile " so, shall we?" He asked. I smiled back " yes we shall." Before entering the banquet together.

The party was rather boring at usual. Max seemed to enjoy the cool shows and what not but it was getting old for me rather quickly. What ticked me off was that Max couldn't stay for the entirety of the party. He got a call and left immediately so I was left alone. Of course he said goodbye and even gave me a kiss in front of my father. It was very satisfying to say the least when seeing my father's reaction. But as time went on the party has become skin tearingly dreadful.

At the end my grandfather came over to me and whispered in my ear with a guttural tone "just like your father" he sighed in a disappointed tone before he gave me a small hug and left. I didn't quite understand but my father somehow heard and looked undeniably furious. He just stop from his seat though and walked off which confused me. Because where was he walking to? Our car hadn't been valleyed yet.... Mmm.. whatever I suppose.

At the end of the night we went on home, the car ride was much more tenacious but I was relieved to know that the tension wasn't directed towards me for once. My father was mad about that one statement. I decided to stay quiet, despite my curiosity I didn't quite want to know why he was so angered. Upon arriving home we went our separate ways.

I tried going to bed, tossing, turning didn't work out. So I stayed up and read a book to try and get myself to be soothed into slumber but still nothing. The words kind of mushed together due to my lack of attention. I set the book aside and instead got out of bed to go grab water from the kitchen. I put my slippers on and walked downstairs to see the kitchen light on and there was my father, still in his suit he wore to the party, hunched over, head against the kitchen island and a whiskey glass by his side. Not my preference of beverage but I digress. He had his head down and his free hand clutching his hair stressed. The butler standing beside him watching attentively. I stayed silent watching from the corner. The mood agonizingly suffocating as I continued to stare at father. He had never looked so disturbed like this before. I don't quite understand why but.. despite everything he has done I had felt a sense of pity and shame for the man. I don't even know as to what he is stressing about but still.

Confusion clouds up my thoughts as I began to wonder on and on about what it is that has gotten him to be so unhinged at this very moment. It wasn't until I saw the butler attempt to rest his hand on my father's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Father had flinched as he slapped his hand away spouting incoherent nonsense. I caught onto a specific line though " I'm not a f*ggot like you. Don't you dare touch me" he said, voice filled with rage. He stood up and turned, his eyes meeting mine as I stood frozen at the door. He simply walked past me leaving the butler and I to stand alone in the kitchen facing one another. Now I understood, father had put me through hell yet after all the hell I had been through it doesn't even begin to surface what my grandfather had done to him.

Maybe father had also experimented back in college, I don't know. The butler I can assume has some sort of feelings for father. I can't quite tell if it is romantic, parental or just friendly but the butler holds some sort of love for my father.

I left the kitchen after awkwardly grabbing my water. The halls are dark but I guess I can sort of make sense of where everything is. I slowly creep through these halls to get to my room and once I reach my room I notice a photo on the wall from when father attended college. It was a picture he held dear to his heart of him and his college football team. I let curiosity win this time as I pull my phone out and flash a light to stare at it. My eyes land on my father's smiling figure but.....

I quickly discover the man my father had his arm wrapped around, his teammate.....

Was now his butler.