*Chris's Point of View*
When Mark and Phoebe walked in I smiled at Mark until I saw that he was crying. Rushing to him I pulled his face up to see his eyes. A small smile played on his face when he saw me, and he wiped the tears away.
"I'm sorry about that everyone. I tend to get emotional easily," Mark said trying to lighten the mood.
"If you don't mind me asking what were you talking about?" Mom asked cocking an eyebrow.
"My father," Mark said tears forming in his eyes again.
"What about your father?" Aunt Paige asked pushing the subject.
"I was telling her what he did to me before he died and that because of that I was afraid that I was too broken and that Chris would leave me," Mark said softly.
"I would never leave you for what he did," I said shocked that Mark would think that.
"What did he do to you?" Wyatt asked acting like Marks protective older brother.
"He molested me and beat me," Mark said the tears falling down his face again, "Damn it, this wasn't supposed to happen."
"What do you mean?" Dad asked finally talking.
"I wasn't supposed to break down and make you think that I'm a freak," Mark said angrily at himself.
"Its fine, I mean if you didn't break down here then when would you?" Mom asked concerned.
"I wouldn't break down at all," Mark said softly, "Do you need any help with dinner Mrs. Halliwell?"
"Mark, you're a guest, I could never ask for you to help," Mom said motherly.
"You didn't ask, I offered," Mark said smartly.
"I guess you could help," Mom said looking at the counter, "Do you know how to make chicken Alfredo with garlic cheese bread and a tossed salad?"
"Ya, it's one of Chris's favorites so I made sure to know it," Mark said nodding.