12-04-2017, 05:07 PM
It was dead silence. The air was so thick, it felt like time had frozen. Logan's father's face was unreadable, rhe only thing indicating he heard it was his fist that kept tightening on his glass. They all waited, Ben clutching Logan's hand on the desk as a quiet admission and support . The small gesture managed to finally break Logan's father's control as the large man threw the glass of whiskey to the wall, smashing it and barked. "Y-you! Logan! This better be some sick joke of yours.... not you! Wth Ben of all people! I camnot believe... this is impossible. Me and your mother raised you better than that.... LET GO OF THAT HAND RIGHT NOW BENEDICT!" He turned to yell at Ben, reaching over to.shove his young neighbor away from his son.