****Symphony's P.O.V. ****
I could tell by Mr. Young's tone that something was wrong. I quickly got up and went to the door, and cracked it open. I could see Mr. Young's tear-stricken face staring at me. His eyes were dark and full of regret.
As I began to open my mouth and ask what was wrong, the door slammed the rest of the way open, and there stood Brad. He was holding a gun to the side of Mr. Young's head.
Brad waved the gun around aimlessly and pointed it between Brazen and me. "I want everyone to have a seat; we have a lot to talk about," he sneered.
We all walked over to the living room and had a seat. Brazen's face is once again expressionless. I don't know if he is scared or pissed. Mr. Young is crying profusely, and his body is shaking.
I sat down beside Mr. Young a
