"Because of what?" She looked at him curiously, maybe she finally could find out what this was about.
"Nothing" He stood up and walked towards his locker.
"Malucci, we will help you through whatever this is" She looked at him seriously.
"I appreciate it dr. Weaver, but it is nothing you can do really" he picked up his coat and walked out of the lounge leaving Weaver alone. Dave knew that he had really good friends, therefor the was no way he was going to involve them into this.
Carter stood at the admin. desk checking the computer, Dave walked over towards him.
"Hey, Carter"
"Hey, Dave"
"I just wanted to say that it have been really nice working with you."
"Huh?"
"I'm quitting"
"??"
"I have some complications I have to clear out"
"You have to quit because of that?"
"Big complications, anyway, the next time you want to analyse a cigarette to find out if t is Marijuana, smell it"
"What?" Carter was one big question
"Bye Carter" Dave smiled, but inside he felt like he was going to die.
If he had known what he knew today, he would have made completely different choices back then. He remembered the day as it was yesterday. He had been listening to music as he used to, when his father had come walking inside, drunk as usual.
"David, you are a fucking screw up!"
"What I have I done now?"
"You was born!"
"That's not my fault!
"Don't talk to your father like that!" He saw his fathers fist coming closer and closer as in slow motion, before he felt himself falling backwards. His father was really drunk this time, because now he started kicking him to, not only hitting him as he used to
"I'll going to teach you respect for your father" Something chanced inside Dave at that moment, he wouldn't let his father hit him anymore. He managed to get up and punched back. It was easy, cause his father was so drunk.
His father smashed against the wall, and blacked out. Dave spat at him, how much he hated him. Dave saw his mother standing in the kitchen watching him. She irritated him to, how could she just let him beat her. Why didn't she leave him. He ran, out of the house, away from the memories. He had met someone from the Mafia, he didn't know at the time that they were in the Mafia. They had been nice to him, treated him with respect. And he had done small jobs for them like robberies. When he found out all the things they had did, he tried to get away, but they wouldn't let him go, he was to good to let go. Therefor he had run away to Grenada where he got into med. school. He shook his head as trying to get the memories out.
If he just had know back then.
To be continiued?