“That’s not enough, honey. I still want to punch him until he has his mind back!” he growls while looking at his wife. “He’s insane and stupid! He has a family, friends around, and Mom is worried sick, but he didn’t fucking care,” he adds.
“He shut us all out of from his pathetic life. He was happy when we gave him a silent treatment. He is out of his fucking mind to think that we’re not worried for him!” Hawk shouts, glaring down at me.
Everyone goes silent and no one interrupts Hawk.
I’m still on the floor, supporting my body with my elbows while wiping my bloody face with my free hand. It fucking hurts, but I have to bear this because this is what I choose.
Paul grabs my arms to help me stand up from the floor. My face hurts like hell, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I wipe the blood oozing from my nose and from my split lip.
I grab the tissue Paul offers me and wipe the blood from my nose.