The Last Goodbye

Markus looked though the glass at his father. He hadn't bothered to pick up the phone to talk to him yet, but he was sure thinking about it. He looked around the 'Correction Facility'. Ya right, like there was any correcting his old man. begrudgingly Markus picked up the phone

"Finally, how ya doing kid? You're looking more and more like me everyday now" his fathers sleazy voice entered his ear "That Pop's old jacket? it looks good on you. Wear it with pride kid".

Markus looked down at the old army jacket, the one that he wore basically everyday of his life, and picked at the Baker name patch

"You here to finally post my bail yet? haha, it really ain't that much. Your 18 now right, you could sweep a few casinos in no time with your gifts couldn't ya?" His father laughed

"No, dad" Markus replied with as much disdain as he could in his voice unsure if the man had been joking

"Alright you ain't here to bust me out so why you here?"

"Pop's is dead, dad."

The smile dropped from his fathers face for the first time

"oh..."

"ya..."

"Nice funeral?"

"It was a military funeral, real nice"

"Wish I coulda been there"

"He wouldn't have"

"Ya, it's a trend. Men in our family tend to not get along with our fathers. So what's your plan now kid?"

"That camp you tried to send me too I guess. You did say I'd find mom there right?"

"I said you'd find answers, but maybe you'll find her. After she left I never could"

"Whatever, I came by to say I'm leaving. If I'm going to New York I can't exactly visit. So, see ya Old Man"

"Take care of yourself, you little shit" his father said, a smile on his face

Now:

Markus sits on the Tyche cabin porch after having moved his stuff to the counselor room. He looked down at the name patch on his jacket and ran his thumb across it. 'This place ain't so bad after all' he thought to himself

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