Another Hurricane

Summary: After Lucas gets kicked out by his dad, he goes to a party looking to forget it all. It goes horribly wrong, and he ends up hurting two people that he cares about all in one night. Lucas's POV from Why Roses Still Have Thorns. Warning: rape.

Lucas's POV

The bastard that I unfortunately called a father threw me out like a puppy. Like I was nothing. Which I was. Just like he always said.

My phone went off in my pocket with a quick, sharp buzz.

"Party 2night at Jakes want 2 come?"

It was from Maya, of course. Riley wasn't much of a party girl, but drinking the night away sounded like a good idea to me. I didn't expect what would happen next.

I was just as bad as my dad when he beat on me and my mom. I hated myself.

"Maya, get me a drink, would ya?" I asked her as I walked in, following her as she walked towards the bar area.

We took shots, competing against each other to see who could do the most. I won after a while, but my mood stayed sour. My dads word rang in my ear, mixing in with the music playing.

"My dad kicked me out again. Why do dads do that? Huh? Are any of them good? There aren't many Mr. Mathews in the world," I ranted to her bitterly.

"I'm not a nice drunk, Maya," I warned her suddenly in an icy tone. She blinked and took a sip of her beer.

"Why don't we go outside for a bit? I really need a breather."

What an understatement. I felt like I was suffocating. Maya looked apprehensive, but she nodded anyway at came outside with me. Everything was beginning to slip out of focus, and I knew that I was way past drunk. She stared at the stars while I replayed my dad's words over and over again in my head.

"Get out you good for nothing son of a gun! You stupid boy!"

"At least you still have a dad around," Maya muttered suddenly. I lost it. You couldn't miss someone you didn't remember. I remembered my dad when he was still the good guy.

I grabbed her by her blond locks and threw her head against the siding of Jake's house. I was sweating and shaking with rage. She was just like me, I realized that as I threw her around. We both had home issues. My dad left physical scars and hers were mental. They left me angry and her broken and untrusting. Maybe that why she refused to date me years ago. That thought stayed in my head as I hit her.

I slapped her across the face and shoved her against the concrete. She was biting her lip so hard she drew blood. Still enraged, I ripped Maya's pants off of her while she was still on the ground, popping a button. I then began to undress myself, unbuckling my belt and slipping off my pants.

"Lucas! Please, please don't do this. Look at me. Lucas," she begged, her voice trembling. I admired her right then. I forced myself into her and when it was all over I had sobered up completely. What I had done hit me like a ton of bricks. I was disgusted with myself and I began angrier at myself than before. My dad was right, I'm such a screwup. I bolted and left her there.

Stupid Boy.

I lost everything that night. I took everything from her, but gained nothing in return. I blamed my dad, but it was really all me. Blaming Maya was hard.

A/N: Not entirely happy with this story, but I hope that it was still good. Please review!

Happy Writing!

-Alee XxX