Chapter 1: A Man of Many Masks
This is my second fanfiction. It's about when God uses unexpected ways to crash unlikely people together through, and uses them to challenge,
encourage, and motivate each other. Feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!
Dan sat in his study area, sipping some wine. His son Nathan Scott walked by, with a blonde quickly following after him. Dan toasted to his son absently. He returned
his attention to his son on the TV. He seemed happier somewhat, like he truly enjoyed the game of basketball. Now, all he did was get back at his parents any way
he could. His grades were poor, his attitude sucked, and his decisions lacked direction. He didn't listen to anyone. Dan lost his temper several times with him. Nathan
was scared, Dan could tell. Dan put down his glass, and headed upstairs. His son and the girl, Peyton Sawyer, Nate's on and off girlfriend were making out.
"Ms. Sawyer," Dan blatantly stood in the doorway.
Peyton gave Nathan a sympathetic look, and hurried past Dan.
"I think you forgot your dignity," he called after her. "What do you think you're doing son?"
"Disappointing you, as usual." Nathan muttered, lying back on his bed.
Dan's face twisted angrily. He hated seeing his own arrogant attitude in his son. Dan moved closer until he was standing over Nathan. He grabbed Nathan up quickly
and slammed him against the wall. Dan smiled. Through Nate's fear, he saw his little boy again.
"Dad-"
"Shut up!" Dan screamed.
Nathan flinched so badly, Dan considered letting go. Dan leaned in close, and shook his son hard.
"You will respect me."
At that, Nathan's smug attitude returned. What prompted such boldness? Dan turned around. Now, it was his turn to be afraid. Peyton had returned with his wife
Deb.
"Dan," she said, calmly. "Let Nathan go."
"Yeah," Nathan's cocky grin spread. "You know who wears the pants."
Dan let Nathan go, and then punched his son so hard in the stomach, Nathan dropped like a bag of potatoes. Dan stormed past Deb and gave Peyton a nasty glare. It
hurt Deb to hear her son cry out in pain.
"Why do you let him do that?" Peyton demanded.
Deb walked over to Nathan and helped him onto the bed.
"Go home Peyton," Deb gave her a cold look. "Mind your own business."
Nathan returned Peyton's sympathetic look, though his face was twisted in pain. Peyton shook her head, and stormed out. She was so mad; she bumped into a
teenager wearing a hoodie, with headphones in his ears, while dribbling a basketball. She gave him the same cold look Deb gave her and kept walking.
"What's the rush?" he laughed, calling after her.
His name was Lucas Scott.