The glasses over his nose do nothing to disguise the pain I can see in those beautiful eyes through the thick crystals. Tears continue to slide over his cheeks, his hands shaking inside mine. I'm furious. I'm seeing red from the rage that dominates my body. But most of all, I'm pissed off that I can sense his pain flowing without barriers.
«That motherfucker, son of a bitch.»
Nathaniel stands again and walks through the narrow cubicle. I want to destroy everything around me, but I force myself to remain immobile, still kneeling in front of my sweet boy. How can anyone have the courage, the guts, the nerve to hurt such a lovely creature like him?
“Nate, it's not what you think,” James whispers with voice drowned out by crying.
“It's not?!” Nate screams, beyond mad. We hear the murmurs
