My Brother! My Lover! Where Are You Now!

Abel jumped up and straddled over my naked body. He jerked me to my feet with a fistful of my hair, raising me up in the air by my windpipe, his thumb and index finger pressed merciless against the underside of my jaw. I banished the impulse to gorge his eyes from their sockets. The desire to be hurt was stronger, it dulled the internal pain raging through my soul. Abel whispered in a low and dangerous voice. 'You are drunk, my little brother, out of order and will never speak of my wife the way you just did. You need to move on. Childhood games are over. I did not cut you off. I am terminating this sick relationship. I’ll rather see you dead than ruining my life, my marriage, my career, our mother. You understand me little brother?'