Episode 20

The eyes that gazed back at Mike were not sane, and both waited for one of them to make the first move. Although Mike had baited him here to talk, the gunshots that almost hit Eric had his fingers trembling, itching at him to swing the first punch. He was insanely protective of Eric, and almost being shot by his own father was crossing a line to extents. Mr. Hawk marched inside, not skipping a beat to approach Mike with a ferocious stare. However, Mike had seen that stare down before, and knew his father's mind was not at its best logical sense.

"Don't tell me you fucking did a few lines before coming here?" he snarled at his father, who chuckled with such a delusional ring to it that Mike took a step backwards.

Mr. Hawk shrugged his shoulders, "Did the needle too."

"You're not supposed to mix them together, you know that Dad."

"You're my fucking son," Mr. Hawk laughed condescendingly, "Don't start telling me what I should be doing."

Mike scoffed in disbelief, "You almost fucking shot Eric, are you serious Dad?"

"Then why didn't you open the door—"

"Because you have a motherfucking key," Mike growled back, his teeth gritting as he clenched his fist tighter, "I told you not to come back—"

"I know you did."

"So why are you here?"

"You told me to get the engagement ring myself, didn't you?"

Mike scoffed, "I did."

"So where is it?" he insisted, "I want that shit back."

"Well you're not getting it back—"

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" he spat, broadening his shoulders.

"Please calm down guys," Eric said, but it sounded as if he murmured compared to their robust roaring. Both of them were hardheaded, and even Mike was not going to let himself be pushed around by his father.

Mike broadened his shoulders as well, and raised his chin, "I'm fucking talking to you, you think I'm scared of you? Or that gun?"

Mr. Hawk rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Where the fuck is my fiancé?"

"Why so you can yell your brains out at her like you did the other day?"

"Yes," he admitted, "I'll cuss her the fuck out and get my fucking engagement ring back."

Mike snorted, "And you think I'll let you do that?"

"Please," Eric asked again, but both ignored him and approached one another.

"I dare you to stop me," he attempted to begin marching towards the stairs, but Mike raised his hand towards his father's chest, holding him back. Mr. Hawk began cackling, as if it had been hilarious, "Move out of my way, you delusional brat."

Mike leaned his face forward, piercing in his father's eyes as he instigated by saying, "Make me fucking move."

"I will," he growled, and suddenly, he leaped towards Mike, grabbing him by his neck and slamming him against the wall behind him. Mike attempted to pull his hand from his neck, but it was too strong, and with the addition of the cocaine he had taken, it caused him to be hyperactive, and all his nerves were racing abnormally. It made every single of his sentiments to hit him ten times harder, which was why the anger he was feeling made him take his gun out and shoot the doorknob. He stared at Mike with a peculiar grin, "You told me never to come back to my own fucking house?"

"Let me fucking go," Mike growled.

Mike heard him struggle on his waist, and knew he was reaching for his gun. Instantly, he reached for his father's face, but that made Mr. Hawk pull him and slam him back against the wall, his head beginning to pound as his vision blurred for a few seconds before returning to normal. He grunted, his gritted teeth almost breaking against one another by how tight he squeezed them. He grabbed his pistol, and placed the muzzle against Mike's forehead, causing Mike to pull his head from it, but not able to separate himself from his father's hand squeezing his neck. He felt his oxygen level begin to decrease, and his face slowly turned into a dark shade of red.

Eric had stood to his feet, but his legs were trembling so hard that he could not move, and every time he tried to speak, no voice was leaving his mouth. His father being under the influence of drugs, and pulling a gun without any hesitation was causing such a fear to echos throughout his body. He observed, his eyes swelling with tears, as Mike continued to struggle in order to free himself from his father's rage. Even his mouth has dried, feeling as if he no longer had a tongue nor teeth. He had seen his father rage like this before, and it never ended well.

Seeing Mike attempt to free himself and unable to breathe was what drove my legs to move, the protective nature within me inhibiting all the sense of danger I felt. My legs moved on their own, and I descended the steps, screaming, "Mr. Hawk, stop!" However, when his gaze turned to me, I could not even recognize Mr. Hawk. His eyes had darken, flames behind them and even their shape were sharp, but it was as if it was the devil possessing him. When he saw me, he paused for moment, merely staring at me.

However, the moment his gun turned to face me, I felt my legs run paralyzed, and I could no longer move.

"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.

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