Gemotions

"The vineyard," the will read, "is to be inherited by Julian." He grinned, a wide, easy smile that grated on Leo's nerves. Leo was stuck with his father's old car, a beat-up pickup truck that sputtered and coughed.

The room felt hot, stuffy. Leo could taste the metallic tang of anger on his tongue. He had always worked harder, sacrificed more, but Julian, the charming, charismatic one, was always favored. The vineyard, the very source of their family's wealth, was now his brother's.

Later, he went to the bar. Every sip of beer felt like a blow to his gut. The music was loud, the faces blurry. He slammed his fist down on the counter, the wood vibrating under his touch. He wanted to break something.