madk1d

Mark came home high on drugs. He'd trashed the entire house with his own hands. All the furniture was broken, even the appliances. Mark's mother couldn't take it anymore and took out Mark's backpack; it was empty. "Pack your things and get the fuck out," she said. But Mark didn't care. He simply threw the necessary things and clothes into the backpack. Mark's mother was already crying, wondering where her son would go, what if he just fell asleep on the street? But she understood that Mark was fucked up again, and after his outburst, he clearly couldn't stay here. So Mark walked out of the house with his backpack on his shoulders. It was a summer evening; it was 9 p.m. Mark was wearing black Adidas loose pants with three stripes along the edges and a red sweater with three stripes from the same brand. Mark's father definitely wasn't happy to see his son screwed, but Mark didn't give a damn. He was just furious... And so Mark was wondering who he should go to? His friend Kolya would immediately kick him out, and then Mark remembered his best friend Rita. Mark had known her since the second grade. She was a cool girl. And to be honest, Mark liked her... So, without thinking twice, Mark started walking toward Rita's house. So, Mark reached Rita's apartment and rang the doorbell. Mark stood there for about two minutes, and then Rita appeared on the threshold, seeing Mark. Rita: Mark? What are you doing here? Mark: Fuck, Rita, they kicked me out of the house, can I stay the night at your place?