GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED NINE.

Mark completely ignores me and swings the front door open wide. Nick was already to his feet, standing directly behind him.

As soon as the door opens the yelling starts almost instantly.

"I'm sick of you treating my boy like this!" Dales father roars. "—And I'm not going away, Mark. I'm never going to go away."

"I treat your son better than you do, Henry. Who do you think feeds him after school.. when you are too drunk to even open your eyes!" Mark yells back.

"That's another thing.. your relationship with my son isn't right. I am his father, not you! And don't get me started on your fucking pedophile daughter!" Henry howls, pointing a finger in my direction. "You should have never brought her here."

"My daughter has nothing to do with this and keep her name out of your fucking mouth."

"Do you know she's been hanging out with my underage son on the weekends and supplying him with alcohol? You're both lucky I haven't had her ass thrown in jail yet." Henry screams back.

Mark snaps his head around to look at me. "Is that true, Liliana?"

My heart nearly, stops. Adding this to what I had just confess to at the kitchen table.. wasn't painting myself in the best light.

"Well, I hangout with Dale after practices on Saturdays, but nothing weird is going on at all.. I swear. I would never do something like that!"

"Yeah, see. Why is a grown adult women hanging out with my teenage son at night? Put two and two together, Mark. It's not hard to realize your daughter is a predator." Henry says, callously.

"—No! It is because Dale doesn't want to go home to you. You're an abusive piece of shit. What kind of grown man punches a child in the face? Let alone his own child?!" I stare at him angrily.

"Shut your fucking mouth woman. No one was talking to you." Henry barks.

Nick starts to step forward, but I grip his arm. "It's okay." I say, underneath my breath.

"No, it's not Liliana." Nick replies, loudly. He stares at Henry. "I think it's time for you to go home, buddy." Nick tells him.

Henry's attention now focuses on Nick. "Oh, look at this.. you guys got a big shot over here now, huh?" He snorts, loudly. "I'm not scared of you, boy."

Nick continues to stare back at him. "I mean.. I don't think I asked if you were scared of me. I asked for you to leave."

"—And what if I don't want to leave?" Henry questions Nick.

"Then I'm going to have to make you." Nick replies, flatly.

"How are you going to do that?" Henry laughs.

"How would you like it?" Nick clenches his jaw. "I have a couple ideas in mind.."

"Oh, so you think since you're a football player you can fight? That's a completely different realm, son."

"You're more than welcome to find out." Nick shrugs. "—And I'm not your son."

"Look, let's all just calm down. Henry, if you have a problem you can come talk to me when you're sober. It's late go home." Mark says.