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back story

  Mark parks at a gas station and sits in his car without any music.  The air was hot and heavy.  He leans his head back on the head part of the car seat and closes his eyes. He opens his eyes and looks at a taped picture he has of him and his sister. He bit his lip and reached into his pocket for a cigar. He lights one and pops it in his mouth.  He looks at his watch and realises that its past 11. He quickly puts the car into drive and speeds home; hoping for his dad not to get mad at him for staying out too late.

   Mark finally gets home and unlocks the door trying not to make a sound incase his dad was asleep. He unlocked the door and stepped into the house to fund his dad glaring at him.  He was obviously drunk due to the bottles of Bud Light on the floor and how aggressive he looked. He throws the bottle that was half drunken at the wall.  "WHY ARE YOU HOME SO LATE?" He yells at the top of lungs.  He yelled so loud the neighbors probably woke up because of his hot head yelling. "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WERE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" This time he stands up and walks towards Mark.  "I wasn't....i was driving around to get somethings off my mind..." He was lying.  He couldn't tell him about Sam or the ride or leaving or anything. His dad ran his rough fingers through his hair and inhaled deeply.  "How much fucking money did you make today anyways, thats all that matters, that's all YOU matter." He says grabbing another beer from the fridge next to the television. 

"I made 8.83 cents..." He said handing him all of the money he made. "THAT'S IT?" He snatched the money from Marks hands and shoved it in his back pocket; crunching the dollar bills.  "People rarely come in in wendsdays....this isnt too bad for a Wednesday..." He got  scared as his dad grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.  His back hurt bad and there was a a small but dark bruise in his shoulder.  "YOUR SISTER WOULDVE MADE THAT IN A MINUTE. BUT NO.  YOU HAD SCREW EVERYTHING UP LIKE ALWAYS YOU SON OF A BITCH." his dad slaps him right across the face leaving a dark red handprint on the left side of his face. "YOU'RE RIGHT DAD I AM A SON OF A BITCH. I'M A SON OF A DAD WHO BLAMES EVERYTHING ON HIS KIDS BECAUSE ITS EASIER TO BLAME ME FOR SHIT INSTEAD OF YOU TRYING TO FIND A JOB!" Mark starts tearing up knowing his life gots worse and worse every day.  "ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR MOM IS GONE. SHE NEVER LOVED YOU. AND BETTER YET, ITS YOUR FAULT THAT YOUR SISTER IS DEAD. SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD GET US OUT OF THE SHITTY PLACE." He kicks mark in the leg having no regrets if he's  hurting his  own flesh and blood.  "YOU ONLY WANT MY SISTER BACK FOR MONEY. YOU NEVER LOVED HER!" mark stands back up quickly and run our if the house.  He quickly starts the car and drives away, Almost knocking into the stop sign.

Mark thought he was right.  If it wasn't for him his sister would still be here but you can't u do what you did three years ago....

                       3 years ago...

Mark takes his phone out of his pocket because a buzz went off.  Someone has texted him.  It was late,  it was around 1 a.m or so and his sister hasn't came back home yet.  He was worried about her but thought she Might've just Spent the night at her friends house without telling him. She would always go spend time with her friends and sometimes her friends would come over and mark would hang out with them sometimes.  Back then things we're better than  now but not perfect.  Their dad was barely home and always with his affair and when ever either parent would get drunk they would turn aggressive and argue with the other.

Mark was never good at school but his sister skipped four grades because she was one of the smartest people like..... In America.  She legally had to finish school and was Garunteed two million dollars to help NASA with a project they are working on,  but the money would come, after she's done with at least high school. She was expected to make a million dollars per year and she was estates to work for NASA.  It would be her dream come true.

Mark checked the message he got and it was from Ricardo.  Ricardo was his drug dealer.  Ricardo was 18 and was texting him to say that he still owes his 250$ for the weed he bought 3 months ago. Mark started drugs to escape what was happening at home and it helped.  He would forget about everything for a while until the next day when he wakes up to his dad yelling at his sister or his mom.

  Ricardo:  you still owe 250 dollars

  Mark:  I already told you that I would pay you back next Month....

Ricardo:  I want my Money now son.  Don't mess with a drug dealers Money.  They know how to make ya pay.

Mark:  what are you gonna do huh?

Ricardo:  noticed tour sister isn't home?...

Mark gets a shiver down his spine and sat up straight.

Mark:  what are you trying to do?

Ricardo:  your sister is at my house.  Pay me the money back at much house in 15 minutes or your sister gets it.

Mark:  what are you going to do to her?

Mark quickly slips on his jacket and shoes. He ran out of his room and sprinted down stairs almost falling the whole way down.

Ricardo:  we don't have to worry about what happens to her if  you just pay me.  See u in 15 minutes or its over. By Mark. 

Ricardo then blocked his number to not let Mark call or text him again.  Mark ran outside and stole his dad's wallet.  He only had 100$ but he thought it might help.  Make made it to his house but it was too late.  He saw the the pool of  blood under his sister grow.  Ricardo was already gone.