Nathan POV
"Nathan!" Dad tries to stop me before continuing, Mom calls my name, and Mike steps up to hold me but I don't wait for either to intervene effectively and with all my weight I throw myself on top of this man pinning him down in one motion.
Throwing both of my fists back up to his face, over and over again in an endless repetitive loop. All the frenzy of moves, bruising all his skin, breaking his septum, and staining my hands and my suit with the blood that quickly begins to gush from his facial orifices given the brutality of my overcrowded blows that the only thing they managed to do, filled me with more desire to kill him rather than placate me.
"Nathan!" A piercing scream from my mother echoes behind me but I still don't stop.
Donald's arms stop seeking to stop my blows and by the way, I see his face fall to the side, I know he has fallen unconscious. But again, that doesn't stop me.
