Her hands were still shaking due to the events that just unfolded before her, mother tried to hurry back to the table. While she was making haste the carpet under the table made her trip, spilling the water all over Marcus. We all stood up looking at Marcus, his clothes started to cling to him. Elizabeth tried to dry Marcus off but all she had was napkins, I left the table grabbing my mom's arm pulling her into the kitchen I pointed at the cabinets inside the kitchen." Look for a towel, or a dishcloth!", we fumbled for a couple minutes. We finally found a towel to help Marcus dry off with, the sound of Elizabeth's scream as a plate was broken shortly after it. " Holy shit!', we made our way back to the living room. On the sight of Marcus's body caused me to stop dead in my tracks. Mother's head bumped into the back of me causing her to swear" Dammit, the way Marcus's body was indescribable by one word. I've noticed one thing that made his story real, there was a Brand mark of the Number five. At the beginning of his stomach there were several circle marks around the area they stopped at the end of liver. He turned his back to face Elizabeth " I'm sorry for what you've witnessed", I started to feel a sour taste in my mouth. A little bit of a yellow substance splatted on the floor underneath me, as I'm puking up my meal. That Marcus had several slash marks on his back shoulder, Marcus was not ashamed of his body. The more I looked at him the more I started to wonder what kept him going living in that world,he quickly shifted his body in the direction of the towel that was in my mother's hand. He grabbed the towel from my mother and started to dry off his body My mother completely shut down at the sight of Marcus's body. The eyes of Elizabeth were crying for help it seemed like she was being violated by his body. Marcus changed his tone after he revealed his body " try and forget what you saw, I don't want sympathy or pity from y'all!", he made his leave into another room of the apartment. After Marcus left the dinning room, Elizabeth jumped up from her seat" I got some homework to do!, see you tomorrow Steve". She dashed out the house " thank you for the food, I helped clean the table that was the most quiet the house has ever been. I entered the living room and I saw Marcus being knocked out on the floor, His body was causing the couch next to him to vibrate. I started to get closer and I told myself that it's better for him to be alone at this time. I turned my back away from Marcus a silent voice came from him,"please no more, stop this!". I tried waking him up but a knock on the door averted my attention I walked to the front door and a slurred voice was behind the door." Open this damn door son!', a cold shiver ran down my back, I took a deep sigh before opening the door. I knew that father was back, the closer my hand got to the handle the more it twitched. The smell of alcohol was penetrating through the door, I twisted the door knob slightly and my father pushed me out of the way. As he entered the home I can see the market of the house plummet,my body started trembling knowing of what he has done in the past.The way he walked into the kitchen knocking over pictures on his on there,I followed behind him picking up the items that he had knocked over. The photos told a story of a better time in our family,all the commotion woke my mother up. While she was getting the sleet out of hey eyes, father's back left hand strike against her face leaving a mark from her eyebrow to he chin.the force behind his fist threw my mother against cabinets behind her, dishes fell out of the cabinets. Landing on top of her, some of them pierce through her skin. The twisted laughter was dragging the room down, I was filled with rage knowing that a dream of a happy family was destroyed because of my father's actions.I charged at him trying to stop the chaos, I slugged my head into his chest hoping that the force would bring him down to his knees. Both of his arms went under my stomach, the ground underneath me began to get out of my reach. I noticed that the ceiling was an arm away, I no longer had a chance against him. My body was flung like a wounded pigeon after a wing recovery, I tried to turn my body to avoid the pain. The back of my head landed at the corner of the counter, the impact made my legs go numb. started to bite my teeth trying to stand back on my feet, the way he walked over to me started to make me cry out of desperation. Knowing that I was not strong enough to win against my father or even stand up for my mother's sake, he stood over me chanting." I work sixty hours a week!, where and the fuck is my thanks. Hell even a home cooked meal waiting for me would have been nice but no!". Tears falling down onto the floor I just stood there speechless, he leaned down staring at me. " I can't believe I wasted my seed for someone like you, both of his feet pinned me down the same hand that destroyed my mothers beautiful face. Was smiting me down, the only person I felt worse for was at the end of the kitchen watching all of it. My left eye was swelling due to the amount of hits my father was dishing out on me,Marcus was at the entrance of the kitchen with his head down. He raised his head looking at the horror scene, the presence of Marcus drew my father's attention towards him. I grabbed my father's pants leg to avert his attention, he just struggled me off, walked his way over to Marcus. Father got face to face with my father Marcus was at least five inches taller than my old man, I know that Marcus didn't stand a chance against him.Marcus put his hand to my father's face, I noticed that his body was changing. Numbers and voices were roaming off of his left arm, his left eye was showing people screaming. A haunting voice came to the rescue, but not in the way of a hero. In that moment I felt bad for anyone in a one mile radius, the word." Seventy-four, came out that word made my father drop to his knees.