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(This whole chapter is a flashback and in third person😊)
"Christopher, Christian! Come downstairs!" The twins mom yelled.
6year old Christopher and Christian raced down the stairs and pushed each other until Christian won.
"Ha! I beat you!" He pointed at his twin.
"Shut up." Christopher groaned, standing up.
"You two are always fighting." Their mom Joyce smiled.
"But I wuv my broder." Christopher little 6year old accent cooed. He put his arm around Christian causing their mother to smile. She got her camera out and took a picture. The two giggled as they made weird faces.
"Fag." Christopher heard.
The twins turned around to see their father coming down the stairs. Clinton was the total opposite when it came to interacting with the twins or Christopher at least.
"Hi daddy!" Christian coped. He loved his father.
"Hey son." Clinton smiled.
Christopher rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen where his mom was cooking. While Christian pulled towards their dad, Christopher was a mamas boy. He often got talked about by his own father about being feminine but he didn't care. He didn't even know what he was saying half the time.
"Mommy what we cooking today?" Christopher asked standing on a step stool.
"Were cooking bacon, waffles and eggs." Joyce smiled. She loved that her son was eager to cook.
"Yay!" He smiled. "I wuv waffles!"
Joyce giggled and shook her head. She wasn't going to pick favorites between her boys but she did relate to Christopher. She saw herself in her son.
"Baby are you done?" Clinton asked impatiently.
"Just give me a second Clinton." She mumbled scrambling the eggs. "Go set the table and stop being so impatient."
"I swear I could strangle you sometimes." Clinton mumbled leaving the kitchen.
Joyce froze for a second before continuing with the eggs. She was used to the threats although he never actually put his hands on her. Not yet at least.
"Mommy?" Christopher whispered. He always saw his parents fighting and rarely saw them giving affection. His 6 year old little body couldn't handle seeing his mom sad all the time. Sometimes he would cry himself to sleep because he would hear his parents argue all night.
"Baby go help set the table ok." She gave him a weak smile. Joyce wouldn't admit this but she was terrified of Clinton. She never knew when he would snap.
Christopher nodded and hopped off the stool. He walked to the table and started placing table mats around it. Christian placed the cups and Clinton got the plates and silverware.
"Good work C-sizzle." Christian said giving his brother a high five.
Christopher giggled at the nickname. "Same breezy."
"Christopher you like girls right?" Clinton asked sitting down. He always thought his son was a fag because he acted like one. At least that's what Clinton thought.
