Mark kept his eyes on the door, Lisa and Nikki were asleep, Kevin was watching T.V on the couch and the 16-year old was waiting for his parents to come home. "Mark?" The 16 year old turned his head to look at his little brother, eyes narrowing , "What!" Mark cussed under his breath he didn't mean to snap at Kevin. He Blame his parents for the way he treat his brother and little sisters. "When are Mom and Dad going to be home?" Kevin asked his eyes focused on the T.V, the 12 year old knew that his parents were probably going to come back drunk. They usually do and his brother seems more pissed off when they do. He doesn't understand why his dad told him before that they drink to have fun and that he shouldn't be influenced by everything that comes out Mark's mouth.

Mark rolled his eyes and scoffed Kevin always asked him this, always blind to the truth, to the the way their parents treated them. It seemed to him like his little brother acted tough in school but then became so shy and meek when around their parents. Mark only really had two friends at school Rick and Andy, he would usually spend the afternoon at an auto-parts shop with them after school or just ditched school in general.

Spanish class was interesting to him once except the teacher took a interest in him, although it was okay the first few times to him it got weird, and the fact that he found out she in general was a bitch. A few other of his classmates and some seniors who were basically failing that class somehow raised their grades up in a week. He found out that she was using him like she used all the other guys who seemed like loners or the ones who were desperate enough to do anything to graduate or get a decent grade. He didn't sleep with her, just made out with her a couple of times. He was still a virgin by the end the first semester of junior year, what was on his mind during then wasn't sex like most other guys. What was on his mind was his crappy broken home life that was falling apart during that year.

He was going to turn 17 in March, and then another year till he'll be able to move out of his parent's house. He'll probably take Kevin,Lisa,and Nikki with him he didn't want to think of what could become of his brother and little sisters once he was out of the house. His parents were probably just become more violent towards them if he left. He touched his right eye gingerly, it wasn't swollen anymore. His mother or as he simply called her by her name Barbara threw a soda can at him. The hit was meant for his brother, but he decided to get in the way. Kevin was probably likely become afraid of his own shadow it he was the one of the receiving end of the more physical side of abuse.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he heard his dad and Barbara hurl insults at each other, they weren't even inside the house yet to start. He wonder if his neighbors just had their own shit to deal with or they just didn't give a fuck of what happened to a 12 year old boy and two five year old girls. Since he can obviously take care of himself, and didn't need some person's god forsaken pity.

The drunken slur and heavy voice of his dad reached his ears, as he sent Kevin a look that said go to sleep already. Mark sighed, and took a few sips of the beer can he took from the fridge once his brother was upstairs. " Where's the little bastard of your brother, Mark?" Barbara practically hissed in his face, took a look at the beer in his hand and laughed.

"Wodja look at this Nick. Our litte Marky think he's a grown up. Drinking his mommy and daddy's beers."

Nick Healy gave his wife a look that pretty much gave no room to argue. The older male stood at a good 5'7 in height, blue eyes that his oldest inherited, a mop of unruly jet black curls,and a attitude that made people think he could be bipolar. He strode over and hauled Mark to his feet by the collar of his black shirt. The 16 year let the can slip from his fingers as his hand reached up to try to loosen his dad's hold on him, Mark met his dad's glare with his own. Nick balled up his other hand and brought it into contact with Mark's jaw. Mark bit down on his tongue tasting cooper he probably bit down to hard, besides he could take a few punches. He just didn't want his dad to have the pleasure of seeing him scream in pain. He kept his eyes focused on his dad's eyes, his right eye closing as his dad punched his right eye. Great Mark thought I going to have to keep a ice pack on my face for the next day. He brought a knee up and successfully winded his dad enough for his grip to loosen, he got to his feet and made way for the stairs. But Barbara stood in front of the stairs and behind her at the top his siblings looking at him. Kevin biting on his lower lip, and his little sisters practically bawling their eyes out. Mark grabbed Barbara's arm and pushed her aside, "Kev" he started walking up the stairs making sure Kevin kept his eyes on him, and not their mother. "Pack a bag for you,Lisa, and Nikki I'm taking you guys with Aunt Maggie." Kevin simply nodded his head while he hugged his little sisters close to him.

Mark leaned against the wall, he spat out blood from when he bit his tongue. His eyes trained on Barbara and his dad...no not dad Nick. His parents where glaring at him,he looked down when he felt something tugging on his pants, Lisa was looking at him with tears in her eyes. What she said next practically broke his heart, "I donth want ta go wit unt aggie, me, ikki, aun,evin wan ta sta wth mommy, aun daddy." He blinked his eyes before kneeling down, "Lisa, I need to take all of you with Aunt Maggie while Me,mom, and Dad talk. What we're gonna talk about isn't for little kids." Mark tried to reason with his sister, he looked out of the conner of his eye Kevin was standing there with Nikki clutching his side. Before he could shoot his little brother a glare, Barbara grabbed Lisa and practically pushed his siblings into the room slamming the door shut. Mark sighed before he walk down and made his way towards the kitchen but Nick blocked his path.

"Out with ya! Your no son of mine. Ya little ingrate" Nick yelled in his face the stench of beer and cheap alcohol lacing his words, Mark tried to force his way through,but his dad wouldn't budge. He brushed his bangs out his face. Made his way back to the stairs up to his room and started throwing any of his shirts, button-ups, and pants in the bag. He spared a glance at his siblings, before putting on his shades to hide bruising around his eye.

"I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back. Dad yelled at me ta leave so might as well." Mark stated while pulling on his leather jacket. He threw his bag over his shoulder, he looked at his siblings one last time, "Good luck, Kevin."