THIRD PERSON POV.

"What is all this nonsense that is going on between you and Damien?" Marco's father's voice boomed across the room. Eric was sitting down with his legs crossed against each other. He just loved being anywhere Marco was being scolded.

"What caused the fight? What made you beat him that badly?" The man asked his son curiously. Marco sat down there with his head bent and his fingers intertwined. The floor seemed to be the only thing he couldn't feel much pressurized while looking at it.

"Nothing, Father."

"Nothing? You beat your fellow man almost to a pulp for nothing? That's unbelievable. That's not a valid reason...