The Perfect Boy

"You had sex with my little sister?!" the man huffed, frantically pacing around the living room. An expression of utter disbelief plastered on his face as he utilized every fiber in his bones to contain himself from beating the man on the couch into a pulp.
"And you! What do you have to say for yourself?!" he yelled at the girl. She sat opposite from the guy, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands. Her bottom lip hooked by her teeth.
"You both are disgusting, get out!" the man rips his tie off of his neck and marches into his room, leaving them all alone in the silence, with nothing but guilt and shame to feel.