I raised my head, my eyes barely opened with purple bags decorating underneath my sockets. I met the gaze of my worried parents, Mr. Hawk and my mother, who needed the reassurance of her fiancé by massaging her arm slowly, and I scoffed. My mother had not even yet signed the divorce papers but they were acting as if this family was perfect. I was surprised that Mike was seated at the table, beside Eric, but it was apparent he did not care, since he stared at his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds. It was evident he was forced to be here.
My mother spoke first, "August, we just wanted to talk to you, because we are all worried about you." Mr. Hawk nodded his head in agreement. "Also," my mother continued, "I am mostly worried about you since you're my daughter and I love you.
