Mark POV

I woke to some strange noise at 5 o'clock in the morning. I crept downstairs to see my dad punching the life out of another guy. I didn't even try to stop. Last time I tried to stop it, I ended up with a broken nose. True story. When I was younger, I never understood what my dad's job was. My mom always told me that he was a plumber. I totally believed her. That totally explained why he  needs to go to work at 4 o'clock in the morning to fix someones toilet.  I woke at in the middle of the night once to pee and that's when I figured out my dad's job. There was blood everywhere so I totally freaked out. Scared, I ran to my parents room to see one of my many uncles (My dads "friends") lying on the bed with a gushing wound on his chest. My mom saw me before I had the chance to run off somewhere but too late. My mom grabbed me by the arm and took me to the kitchen. Talks are always more serious when it's in the kitchen. "Honey, it's not what you think," she said sternly. "Yeah sure I'll believe that." I replied. I was pretty mature as a 10 year-old kid. "Okay fine. Yourdadisnotaplumberhe'samobboss" she whispered quickly. "WHAT!?!" I have pretty quick reflex so I caught everything she said. "Shhhhh don't be so loud they can hear us!" Oh did I forget to mention that there are cameras all over house so the FBI agents can hear us and see us and track our every movement. I also used to think that my mom just wanted to record my whole life. At least believed h