Mike Part 2

Mike's POV 

"Mike, this is Jordan. Jordan, it's Mike" my mother introduced us. A smile, which I was sure was a fake one, appeared on his face. He approached me but I withdrew. I hated this man, from the bottom of my heart, but I also feared him. Since I was a little boy again I doubt I'll be able to tackle him. All I could do was get out of my chair and take a few steps back. 

"Mike, what is it"? My mother asked, concerned. 

"Get away from me!" I snarled as he kept approaching despite my back hitting the wall. "Don't come to me" I protested, to no avail.

He crouched down, right in front of me and extended his hand to touch my forehead. I shut my eyes tightly and flinched when his cold hand landed on my temple. "Such a sweet boy" he cooed. I tried to move away to get his hand out of my hair but somehow it didn't work.