"Aug...August...leave—" Mike attempted to cry but his father held him so tight that even his arms soon fell to each of his sides limply, his face becoming a purple shade as his struggle started becoming faint, and his eyes were starting to roll at the back of his head. My heart immediately clenched, but with a gun aiming directly at my chest, I did not move an inch. Mike grumbled under his breath incoherently, but neither one of us, Eric nor myself, could do anything, but see Mr. Hawk strangle him.
Mr. Hawk smirked, "I didn't come here to shoot you."
"Please," I breathed, "Let him go."
After a long pause, he raised an eyebrow towards Mike before returning his gaze to me, causing me to flinch by the sharp turn of his head, "Let him go? This useless piece of s**t?"
"Yes, please."
He cac
