“It must have gone on for years.” Fury sighed. “I don’t remember how old I was when it started, but I remember when it stopped. I was about ten, maybe eleven, and big for my age. I was out in the shop doin’ somethin’ for Dad. He came in with two of his buddies, all drunk and strung out.”
Nathan must have tensed or given himself away, because Fury squeezed his hand and met Nathan’s eyes for a couple of seconds. “Not as bad as it could have been. They got me drunk, they got me undressed, and they watched me play with myself. I don’t know why it wasn’t nothin’ more than that. Maybe Dad really was gay and in his f****d-up way, he was tryin’ to let me know it was all right.”
“That wasn’t all right,” Nathan spluttered. “In no way was any of that all right.”
“I know.” Fury searched Nathan’s fa
