Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings. Also, let it be
known that this is the only disclaimer I will put in my chapters. If you
are in a later chapter and forget, just look back here.
A/U: Just to let you know, this all started out as a dream I had and I just elaborated from there.
Be pre-warned that there will be much violence, cursing, child abuse, and maybe even rape, at least implied. So, if any of those things bother you, don't read this! Please be kind and review.
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Little Secrets
Chapter One:
The Rude Awakening
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He awoke from where his father had left him, on the floor in the living room of their two-story house. He did not know what he had done this time, but he had surely paid the price! This time was different though; his father had been more brutal than usual. He painfully pulled himself off of the floor and stood wobblely. Lucas assessed his injuries and found that he did not need medical attention. It would take time to heal though. He found that he had bruised ribs, they were all black and blue, and that he could barely see out of his left eye. Knowing that his right ankle was sprained, he limped all the way up the stairs and to his room, being as quiet as he could.
Lucas shut his door, turning the handle in order to make less noise, and laid down on his twin size bed that was in the corner. He laid there thinking about how much he couldn't wait to go back to Seaquest. He hated shore leave with a passion, as it normally meant more time with his father. Lucas counted out the days left and was overjoyed when he realized that he would be going back in two days. Then, horror struck him as he thought about how he would have to lie to his friends about what had really happened. He laid there thinking of all the excuses he had used in the past and tried to think of the best to use. He slowly drifted off to sleep.
Lucas woke up the next morning to someone banging on his door. He jumped out of bed, forgetting about his ankle, and winced in pain at his own stupidity. He hobbled to the door and pulled it open. He quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, the way his father had harshly taught him to do, and politely asked his father what he needed.
"Well, it's about time you got out of bed, you little shit!" Bellowed Lawrence. The angry man pushed his way inside the small room and looked around.
Lucas could smell the alcohol on the older man's breath and hoped that last nights beatings were not about to be repeated. The teen thought about how he didn't think he could handle being hit with his fathers' stick again. He kept his eyes lowered and walked obediently to his father's side.
"I'm sorry father! I didn't mean to sleep so long. It won't happen again!"
"That's right, it won't happen again! I can't wait to get rid of you. I hate your stupid little shore leaves. Each time I get stuck taking care of you stupid ass!" He spat out as he raised his fist in the air and brought it down hard on the side of his child's face.
Lucas was sent flying backwards. He clumsily tripped over one of his shoes and fell over onto his bed. His father approached him and began to slam his head into the wall, causing Lucas to go into a blackness slumber.
The blue eyed child awoke later. His head was pounding and he couldn't manage to focus his eyes. What seemed like five minutes had passed before he could finally focus his eyes enough to read the clock. It read 8:01 P.M. Lucas slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and winced at the pain that went jolting through his entire body. He slowly stood, hobbled out of his room and down the stairs.
As he passed through the living room, on the way to the kitchen for aspirin, he saw his father sprawled out on the couch with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels beside him on the floor. Lucas silently thanked the lord for his father being passed out from booze. He finally reached the kitchen, retrieved the aspirin, grabbed a drink and a small sandwich, and headed back to his room. He finished his drink and food but was left feeling really sad. He despertly wished to talk to his friend. He decided to take the risk and use his father's vid-link. He first made sure his father was still out cold, which he was. While he was down stairs, he took a blanket from the hall closet and gently covered his father, hoping that it would comfort him, making him sleep longer. He slowly made his way back up stairs, to his father's office. He turned the vid-link on and dialed the number to the hotel Krieg would be staying in. Hopefully, he and Ortiz had not left for the night's parties yet!
A/U: Just to let you know, this all started out as a dream I had and I just elaborated from there.
Be pre-warned that there will be much violence, cursing, child abuse, and maybe even rape, at least implied. So, if any of those things bother you, don't read this! Please be kind and review.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Little Secrets
Chapter One:
The Rude Awakening
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He awoke from where his father had left him, on the floor in the living room of their two-story house. He did not know what he had done this time, but he had surely paid the price! This time was different though; his father had been more brutal than usual. He painfully pulled himself off of the floor and stood wobblely. Lucas assessed his injuries and found that he did not need medical attention. It would take time to heal though. He found that he had bruised ribs, they were all black and blue, and that he could barely see out of his left eye. Knowing that his right ankle was sprained, he limped all the way up the stairs and to his room, being as quiet as he could.
Lucas shut his door, turning the handle in order to make less noise, and laid down on his twin size bed that was in the corner. He laid there thinking about how much he couldn't wait to go back to Seaquest. He hated shore leave with a passion, as it normally meant more time with his father. Lucas counted out the days left and was overjoyed when he realized that he would be going back in two days. Then, horror struck him as he thought about how he would have to lie to his friends about what had really happened. He laid there thinking of all the excuses he had used in the past and tried to think of the best to use. He slowly drifted off to sleep.
Lucas woke up the next morning to someone banging on his door. He jumped out of bed, forgetting about his ankle, and winced in pain at his own stupidity. He hobbled to the door and pulled it open. He quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, the way his father had harshly taught him to do, and politely asked his father what he needed.
"Well, it's about time you got out of bed, you little shit!" Bellowed Lawrence. The angry man pushed his way inside the small room and looked around.
Lucas could smell the alcohol on the older man's breath and hoped that last nights beatings were not about to be repeated. The teen thought about how he didn't think he could handle being hit with his fathers' stick again. He kept his eyes lowered and walked obediently to his father's side.
"I'm sorry father! I didn't mean to sleep so long. It won't happen again!"
"That's right, it won't happen again! I can't wait to get rid of you. I hate your stupid little shore leaves. Each time I get stuck taking care of you stupid ass!" He spat out as he raised his fist in the air and brought it down hard on the side of his child's face.
Lucas was sent flying backwards. He clumsily tripped over one of his shoes and fell over onto his bed. His father approached him and began to slam his head into the wall, causing Lucas to go into a blackness slumber.
The blue eyed child awoke later. His head was pounding and he couldn't manage to focus his eyes. What seemed like five minutes had passed before he could finally focus his eyes enough to read the clock. It read 8:01 P.M. Lucas slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and winced at the pain that went jolting through his entire body. He slowly stood, hobbled out of his room and down the stairs.
As he passed through the living room, on the way to the kitchen for aspirin, he saw his father sprawled out on the couch with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels beside him on the floor. Lucas silently thanked the lord for his father being passed out from booze. He finally reached the kitchen, retrieved the aspirin, grabbed a drink and a small sandwich, and headed back to his room. He finished his drink and food but was left feeling really sad. He despertly wished to talk to his friend. He decided to take the risk and use his father's vid-link. He first made sure his father was still out cold, which he was. While he was down stairs, he took a blanket from the hall closet and gently covered his father, hoping that it would comfort him, making him sleep longer. He slowly made his way back up stairs, to his father's office. He turned the vid-link on and dialed the number to the hotel Krieg would be staying in. Hopefully, he and Ortiz had not left for the night's parties yet!