MY MOTHER'S SON
Authors Note: In this story it is assumed that Lawrence Wolenczak is in jail for the abuse of his son. Everything about Lucas's mother is made up except for her name from other stories.
"Come on Lucas it is your move" a frustrated Ben said as he waited for his friend to decide when he was going to roll the dice. Five of them, Bridger, Kristen, Miguel Ortiz, Ben and Lucas were all playing a board game of monopoly. Kristen already owned half of the board and everybody was just about broke from landing on the squares with her hotels and houses. Ben was the worst off and was going to have to borrow beg or steal some money shortly from Bridger who was playing banker.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking" Lucas said trying to defend the amount of time he was taking. Truth was he was just about in the same jam as Ben but he wasn't quite ready to admit defeat yet.
"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here. With an I.Q. like yours you should be able to make up your mind a lot quicker than the rest of us." Ben now said.
"Just because I have a high I.Q. doesn't mean I get to win all of the time Krieg. This here is a game of strategy. It's not about who has the most money or the least money. It's about being able to out move your opponents and gain control of the board by buying the right property at the right time" Lucas said as he explained the finer art of playing monopoly.
"Oh sure and this little bit of advice comes from somebody who has about ten dollars to his name" Ben said in a sarcastic tone. Everyone around the table was laughing heartily at the exchange between the two friends. This was the most fun any of them had had in a while. There was another week of shore leave left to go but nights like this when it was just good company reminded them about how to have a good time without going out somewhere and rely on others for the entertainment.
Lucas's sharp reply was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the telephone on the table just inside the hallway, across the other side of the room. "I'll get it" he offered and quickly got to his feet to grab a hold of the receiver.
"Hello" he said politely to whoever was on the other end of the telephone.
"Is Lucas there please?" came the frantic voice of a female on the other end of the line.
"This is Lucas" he replied. All the others were now a little curious as to who the caller was when Lucas was the intended receiver.
"Lucas this is Aunt Beryl. I am sorry honey but I have some terrible new for you" the woman now said.
"Aunt Beryl" Lucas said as he repeated the name in total surprise. That was somebody he hadn't talk to in a very long time. "I never expected to hear from you, how are you?" Lucas started to say when he was interrupted by the woman again.
"No you don't understand Lucas. This isn't just a social call. I hate to tell you this, but your mother died yesterday morning. The funeral is in two days. I thought you might like to be there for it and the reading of the will seeing as you are the sole beneficiary."
Lucas's brain never took in the last two sentences about the funeral and the will reading. His mind only picked up on two words: 'mother' and 'died'.
Bridger was sitting across the other side of the room but could immediately see the colour drain from the young man's face as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of the phone. He and Kristen quickly scrambled to Lucas's side to try and gauge what was so dreadfully wrong.
"I am sorry not to talk so long Lucas but your Aunt Carmel wouldn't like me talking to you. I will see you at the funeral and we can sit down and talk some more." Lucas's aunt said and hung up on the other end of the line.
Lucas still didn't hear any of the conversation. His hands were beginning to tremble and fumble. He found his fingers could no longer hold onto the receiver. He dropped the telephone and his hands flew to his mouth as he still tried to fathom what the caller had just said to him.
"Lucas honey, what's wrong. Talk to me" Kristen now asked gently but with urgency in her voice. She noted the pallor of the boy's face and it seemed to be getting paler by the minute.
"Lucas can you hear me" Bridger now said as he took hold of the boy gently but firmly. He was worried that the boy was going to faint right on the spot. His fears quickly started to become real as he felt Lucas's legs betray him begin to buckle underneath him. The teenager continued to stare out in front of him as if he couldn't even see anybody else beside him.
"Help me, he's collapsing" Bridger shouted to Miguel and Ben who were quickly on their feet and only too willing to help out there distressed friend.
Three of them half-carried, half-walked the teenager over to the large couch and placed him gently onto it. Ben cleared the couch of all current obstacles just as he was placed on it. They kept talking to him in soft voices, trying to get him to talk to them and tell them what was so wrong. After he was settled on the couch, Kristen had picked up the dropped telephone. She put it to her ear but was a little disappointed to hear only the distinct beep that indicated the caller was no longer on the other end of the phone.
"Nobody there" she told the others. She now moved in front of the teenager. She put her hands on his face and noted the coolness that was present. That together with the pallor of his face and the wide vacant stare that he gave could only mean one thing to her.
"Nathan I think he is going into some sort of shock." Kristen said with concern in her voice. "Ben, go upstairs quickly and gather some pillows and warm blankets. If he is going into shock, we have to keep him as warm as possible."
Ben did as he was told and soon returned with whatever bedding he had been able to find upstairs. He was handed Kristen one of the pillows but had a confused look on her face as she placed it under Lucas's feet rather than his head. She took a second one from him and placed that one under his knees.
"Don't you want one for his head?" Ben now asked.
"No Ben, when people go into shock it is important to keep their bodies warm and keep the feet elevated higher than the head." Kristen said as she explained her actions.
"We still don't know what is wrong with him." Miguel now said, stating the blatantly obvious.
"I can't believe it" he said in a whisper. The others around him didn't know if he was talking to them or himself.
"Can't believe what Lucas?" Bridger now said in a soft voice of him own.
"Tell me it's not true Captain. Promise me that it's not true" he said in a pleading voice as he grabbed the front of Bridger's shirt. The tears welled up in the boy's dull blue eyes and began spilling down his cheeks as he waited for the answer he needed to hear.
"Tell you what's not true Lucas?" Bridger asked as he tried to console the distraught teenager. "What do you want me to promise you?"
Lucas stared at his friends and family for a few minutes as though he didn't understand the question. The thoughts in his head were going around and around in circles as he tried to make sense out of them all.
Kristen gently held the boy's wrist to check his pulse and noted how it was very racy. She could still feel the trembling in his hands and proceeded to tuck the blankets around him tighter to maintain his body temperature. What ever was wrong with Lucas was scaring her very much.
"My mother....." he began and then had to chew his lip to try and get the words out.
Kristen knew all about Lucas's mother and the loveless relationship she had afforded her son for most of his life. If that had been her on the end of the telephone and she had said something to upset Lucas, Kristen was going to make damn sure his mother regretted every little word. Her thoughts soon died away though as she heard the next sentence.
"My mother is dead" Lucas said and then buried him face into Bridger's shoulder as he sobbed over the woman who he barely knew.
Bridger held onto the boy as he let his emotions go. He looked over the top of the blond head and saw the same shocked and confused looks on Ben, Miguel and Kristen. The harder Lucas cried, the tighter he held him. Bridger knew he had to remain stronger than ever now for this boy that meant so much to him.
Nobody in the room dared utter a word as what Lucas said began to sink in. Nobody knew what to say to him. All this time they had thought that Lucas didn't give a damn about his parents. The Wolenczak's had made it abundantly clear over the years that Lucas had been nothing but a nuisance to either of them.
All of them looked down at the still sobbing boy with saddened expressions and hearts full of sorrow.
END OF PART ONE
JUST A BEGINNING - I have been writing all of these stories about Lucas's abusive father when I suddenly remembered that I have written very little about his mother. This is just a whim and I don't know where it is going at the moment but I will see how it goes. Don't worry, Lucas won't always be the vulnerable teenager in this story. Time to put some spunk into him and give him some attitude I think, for a little while anyway.
I will be updating Breathe and The Friendship within the next two or three days. I have just finished a story of almost 120 000 words so I have much more time now to concentrate on all of those half-started stories and try to finish them off for you.
Authors Note: In this story it is assumed that Lawrence Wolenczak is in jail for the abuse of his son. Everything about Lucas's mother is made up except for her name from other stories.
"Come on Lucas it is your move" a frustrated Ben said as he waited for his friend to decide when he was going to roll the dice. Five of them, Bridger, Kristen, Miguel Ortiz, Ben and Lucas were all playing a board game of monopoly. Kristen already owned half of the board and everybody was just about broke from landing on the squares with her hotels and houses. Ben was the worst off and was going to have to borrow beg or steal some money shortly from Bridger who was playing banker.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking" Lucas said trying to defend the amount of time he was taking. Truth was he was just about in the same jam as Ben but he wasn't quite ready to admit defeat yet.
"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here. With an I.Q. like yours you should be able to make up your mind a lot quicker than the rest of us." Ben now said.
"Just because I have a high I.Q. doesn't mean I get to win all of the time Krieg. This here is a game of strategy. It's not about who has the most money or the least money. It's about being able to out move your opponents and gain control of the board by buying the right property at the right time" Lucas said as he explained the finer art of playing monopoly.
"Oh sure and this little bit of advice comes from somebody who has about ten dollars to his name" Ben said in a sarcastic tone. Everyone around the table was laughing heartily at the exchange between the two friends. This was the most fun any of them had had in a while. There was another week of shore leave left to go but nights like this when it was just good company reminded them about how to have a good time without going out somewhere and rely on others for the entertainment.
Lucas's sharp reply was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the telephone on the table just inside the hallway, across the other side of the room. "I'll get it" he offered and quickly got to his feet to grab a hold of the receiver.
"Hello" he said politely to whoever was on the other end of the telephone.
"Is Lucas there please?" came the frantic voice of a female on the other end of the line.
"This is Lucas" he replied. All the others were now a little curious as to who the caller was when Lucas was the intended receiver.
"Lucas this is Aunt Beryl. I am sorry honey but I have some terrible new for you" the woman now said.
"Aunt Beryl" Lucas said as he repeated the name in total surprise. That was somebody he hadn't talk to in a very long time. "I never expected to hear from you, how are you?" Lucas started to say when he was interrupted by the woman again.
"No you don't understand Lucas. This isn't just a social call. I hate to tell you this, but your mother died yesterday morning. The funeral is in two days. I thought you might like to be there for it and the reading of the will seeing as you are the sole beneficiary."
Lucas's brain never took in the last two sentences about the funeral and the will reading. His mind only picked up on two words: 'mother' and 'died'.
Bridger was sitting across the other side of the room but could immediately see the colour drain from the young man's face as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of the phone. He and Kristen quickly scrambled to Lucas's side to try and gauge what was so dreadfully wrong.
"I am sorry not to talk so long Lucas but your Aunt Carmel wouldn't like me talking to you. I will see you at the funeral and we can sit down and talk some more." Lucas's aunt said and hung up on the other end of the line.
Lucas still didn't hear any of the conversation. His hands were beginning to tremble and fumble. He found his fingers could no longer hold onto the receiver. He dropped the telephone and his hands flew to his mouth as he still tried to fathom what the caller had just said to him.
"Lucas honey, what's wrong. Talk to me" Kristen now asked gently but with urgency in her voice. She noted the pallor of the boy's face and it seemed to be getting paler by the minute.
"Lucas can you hear me" Bridger now said as he took hold of the boy gently but firmly. He was worried that the boy was going to faint right on the spot. His fears quickly started to become real as he felt Lucas's legs betray him begin to buckle underneath him. The teenager continued to stare out in front of him as if he couldn't even see anybody else beside him.
"Help me, he's collapsing" Bridger shouted to Miguel and Ben who were quickly on their feet and only too willing to help out there distressed friend.
Three of them half-carried, half-walked the teenager over to the large couch and placed him gently onto it. Ben cleared the couch of all current obstacles just as he was placed on it. They kept talking to him in soft voices, trying to get him to talk to them and tell them what was so wrong. After he was settled on the couch, Kristen had picked up the dropped telephone. She put it to her ear but was a little disappointed to hear only the distinct beep that indicated the caller was no longer on the other end of the phone.
"Nobody there" she told the others. She now moved in front of the teenager. She put her hands on his face and noted the coolness that was present. That together with the pallor of his face and the wide vacant stare that he gave could only mean one thing to her.
"Nathan I think he is going into some sort of shock." Kristen said with concern in her voice. "Ben, go upstairs quickly and gather some pillows and warm blankets. If he is going into shock, we have to keep him as warm as possible."
Ben did as he was told and soon returned with whatever bedding he had been able to find upstairs. He was handed Kristen one of the pillows but had a confused look on her face as she placed it under Lucas's feet rather than his head. She took a second one from him and placed that one under his knees.
"Don't you want one for his head?" Ben now asked.
"No Ben, when people go into shock it is important to keep their bodies warm and keep the feet elevated higher than the head." Kristen said as she explained her actions.
"We still don't know what is wrong with him." Miguel now said, stating the blatantly obvious.
"I can't believe it" he said in a whisper. The others around him didn't know if he was talking to them or himself.
"Can't believe what Lucas?" Bridger now said in a soft voice of him own.
"Tell me it's not true Captain. Promise me that it's not true" he said in a pleading voice as he grabbed the front of Bridger's shirt. The tears welled up in the boy's dull blue eyes and began spilling down his cheeks as he waited for the answer he needed to hear.
"Tell you what's not true Lucas?" Bridger asked as he tried to console the distraught teenager. "What do you want me to promise you?"
Lucas stared at his friends and family for a few minutes as though he didn't understand the question. The thoughts in his head were going around and around in circles as he tried to make sense out of them all.
Kristen gently held the boy's wrist to check his pulse and noted how it was very racy. She could still feel the trembling in his hands and proceeded to tuck the blankets around him tighter to maintain his body temperature. What ever was wrong with Lucas was scaring her very much.
"My mother....." he began and then had to chew his lip to try and get the words out.
Kristen knew all about Lucas's mother and the loveless relationship she had afforded her son for most of his life. If that had been her on the end of the telephone and she had said something to upset Lucas, Kristen was going to make damn sure his mother regretted every little word. Her thoughts soon died away though as she heard the next sentence.
"My mother is dead" Lucas said and then buried him face into Bridger's shoulder as he sobbed over the woman who he barely knew.
Bridger held onto the boy as he let his emotions go. He looked over the top of the blond head and saw the same shocked and confused looks on Ben, Miguel and Kristen. The harder Lucas cried, the tighter he held him. Bridger knew he had to remain stronger than ever now for this boy that meant so much to him.
Nobody in the room dared utter a word as what Lucas said began to sink in. Nobody knew what to say to him. All this time they had thought that Lucas didn't give a damn about his parents. The Wolenczak's had made it abundantly clear over the years that Lucas had been nothing but a nuisance to either of them.
All of them looked down at the still sobbing boy with saddened expressions and hearts full of sorrow.
END OF PART ONE
JUST A BEGINNING - I have been writing all of these stories about Lucas's abusive father when I suddenly remembered that I have written very little about his mother. This is just a whim and I don't know where it is going at the moment but I will see how it goes. Don't worry, Lucas won't always be the vulnerable teenager in this story. Time to put some spunk into him and give him some attitude I think, for a little while anyway.
I will be updating Breathe and The Friendship within the next two or three days. I have just finished a story of almost 120 000 words so I have much more time now to concentrate on all of those half-started stories and try to finish them off for you.
