Philip's POV
Slap!
The loud sound of our father's palm colliding heavily with Alexander's cheek, which made his head fling to the other side, resounded in our ears.
“Father,” Julian and I both gasped.
“Shut up,” he roared, quickly, shutting the both of us up.
“How the hell did this happen?” he yelled, throwing his phone on the table. The video of Alexander beating Jake up appeared on the screen. I turned to look at Philip. We made eye contact and communicated.
“I thought you told everybody not to video this?” I asked.
“I did, but those sneaky bastards must have done it in secret,” he answers.
“Well!” our father's voice boomed, snapping us from our little conversation. We quickly turned back to look at him, and he looked furious.
“We are sorry, Father, it won't happen again,” I apo
