I feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I see Mark standing there instead of Sam. What in the world is he doing in my room? He knows damn well he isn't allowed in here. He hasn't step one foot in here since the day he dragged me downstairs. I personality made sure my dad made it clear to him. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I tighten the robe around me. He is standing right in front of the door so even if I tried running I wouldn't be able to pass him. I could go back to the bathroom but that would give me no place to run. "I herd you're leaving to New York" he sounds devastated. "What the hell is it to you? Get the fuck out!" I yell. Why the hell does he care if I'm leaving and how the hell did he find out?
I search around the room looking for something I can use as a weapon to defend myself and that's when I notice the door isn't lock. I have to find a way to move Mark away from the door and then make a run for it. Mark follows my stare of line until he notice the same thing I did "I just want to talk" he says as he locks it. My heart starts to pound louder than before. He wouldn't try to do anything to me knowing that my father is under the same roof would he? "Then why did you lock the door?" I step back carefully. I need to put more distance between us just in case I have to run for my life. "Because I know you would run" he leans back into the door. I feel bats in my stomach and my hands are sweating. Why didn't I lock my damn door in the first place? My knuckles are turning white due to how hard I'm holding onto my robe I really need to get dress. "Fine but can I get dress first?" I ask with an attitude. I know giving him attitude isn't going to help my case but come on I'm doing the best I can. His eyes pop out as if he just realized I'm wearing nothing but a robe "Sure".
I walk to my closet and grab the first thing I touch, which happens to be Gabe's black shirt and yoga pants. I don't even bother with a bra or underwear I just want to get dress. Besides the shirt fits big enough to cover my body shape and it gives me room to move around freely if I need to. I wrap my hair up in a bun just in case I need to kick his ass. Mark is still standing in the same spot where I left him. "What do you want to talk about?" I walk over to sit on my bed but I can't get comfortable so I sit on the rocking chair instead. "Why him?" he ask so bluntly. My heart drops to my stomach does he know Gabe is alive? Oh god if he knows about Gabe that means my dad knows and if my dad knows... "What did you see in him that you can't see in me?" he ask more specifically. He said did, as in past tense, so he doesn't know he is alive. I take in a big breath trying to calm myself down "Mark I don't want to get into this right now".