A month later he returns home, his parents are out,and his siblings are probably at school if it was his dad that dropped them off. Rick is waiting outside in his truck and acting as an guard in case his parents show up. He found a place an apartment near the pizza place he hangs out at with Rick when their not in school or fixing up old cars. He smiles as he pulls out a license plate from underneath a box in the closet. Along with some posters he kept hidden in case his parents ever decided to throw out anything he owned.
"Mark?" His shoulders tense up as sets down the garbage bag with the rest of his clothes on the floor. He fingers the lighter in his pocket as he stands up, and turn towards his father. Both father, and son stare at each other neither saying a word. Mark looks past his dad to see Rick standing in the doorway, his friend holding a switchblade in one hand, and the keys to his truck in the other. Mark cocks his head to the side which makes Rick put the blade away and walk back down stairs. The older Healy crosses his arms and leans against the doorway his eyes fixed on his son. "Your aunt told me your doing well. That you found a place, that you got a job. ….Look son, you know I don't mean…."
"Don't give me that crap. Don't try to pull the worried act now dad. Do you remember the times you hit me, called me worthless, that I won't ever amount to much in life. ….Yeah I found a place, Im fixing up cars and bikes for Rick's uncle so i'm able to get through." He picked up the bag,slung it over his shoulder after tossing the posters, and license plate in it.
"Look I'll talk to your mother. We can work out our problems. I promise I'll stop drinking." Nick pleaded with Mark, he grabbed Mark's shoulder. Mark shrugged off his dad's hand, but thought about what his dad just told him. Running a hand threw his hair, he let out a sigh,
"Look just try to be there for Kevin,Lisa, and Nicki. I know it probably been the alcohol that …..made ya do that stuff. I'm not forgiving you, but just try ta change for 'em."
"Okay. Just don't get in trouble,or end up dead in a alleyway." The older of the two males mumbled while pulling out a packet of cigarettes for his jacket,and tossing it to Mark. Mark rolled his eyes stashed away the cigarettes in his back pocket. Once he was in his apartment he let out a frustrated yell as he set the bag down.