Bang

"It was another long night, the two Josephs brawling it out in the living room as if it was a boxing ring. Devin was a heavy hitter, and the whisky on his breath only made him more dangerous. Luke was drunk on something else. Fear, rage, adrenaline, whatever it was he couldn't think straight, and when that right hook hit him in the side of his head he didn't have time to think before he went to the floor. Everything was foggy, and Luke's head was throbbing as he crawled to the wall behind him. Devin was busy screaming and ranting at his son that he didn't notice Luke getting up, and grabbing his rifle off the wall. The muzzle was pointed towards Devin. The two were silent for a moment before Devin took a step towards Luke. Luke propped the gun on his shoulder to aim, he had had enough."