I wrote this story awhile ago and kind of abandoned it. I have edited the first two chapters and hope to do the rest as well. I would then like to write a whole new chapter/
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Explanation: In this story Karen died and Lucas has lived with Deb and Dan since he was eight.
As he walked up to the grand house he found himself searching for a memory of when he didn't live there. It at times seemed as if the eight years prior to moving in with his father didn't exist. His mom had died in an automobile accident when he was only eight.
Lucas could still remember everyone whispering about what was to be done with the orphan boy. No one stepped up to the challenge except his Uncle who was immediately denied and placed in the last option pile. No one wanted to leave a child with a single male with a tendency to party. He could however stay with his uncle until a suitable match was found.
The fair haired boy could still recollect the day his life and financial bracket all changed. He was in his room at his mother's house the place he had called home for all of his short life. The place he rushed home from school to tell his mom about all that he had learned and to taste her homemade treats.
That's when Deb had shown up. She was the exact opposite of everything his mother had been she was blonde; blue eyed, and wore flashy clothing and jewelry. It was a stark comparison to Karen's conservative since of style. He could hear Keith telling her how quiet and withdrawn he had been. Keith then opened the door and left her there with him. She was like an angel to a frightened child.
That's when he had noticed for the first time his father walking, practically dragging his feet, behind Deb. She knelt down in front of him and spoke.
"Hello Lucas. My name is Deb. I am sorry to hear about your mom."
Lucas just stared at her and swatted at the tears which were quickly forming at the mere mention of his Mother.
"Dan and I would like for you to come stay with us. That is if that's okay with you."
Lucas had stolen a look at Dan and saw him leaning on the wall looking disinterested. Lucas knew who the man was even if Dan did not know he knew. Which made any longing to live with them dissipate in his mind.
"I want to stay with my Uncle Keith." Lucas protested feeling panicked and afraid. This woman may seem like an angel but she was in cahoots with the devil.
Dan shifted by the door Luke could tell that it bothered his father he barely knew that the child wanted to stay with his brother.
"Oh honey...You can't but you can see him whenever you like." Debs eyes began to well up with tears for the nymph like child. The courts had told her and Dan the only sensible place was with Dan and herself.
"But I don't know you and Uncle Keith will be all by himself." Lucas tried to reason. Why didn't any of these people see that he wanted to stay with the only family he knew that was left.
Keith walked in the room bumping shoulders with his younger brother. He immediately squatted down beside Deb and looked into the child he considered a sons eyes. Eyes that were so much like the boys father but warmer and more genuine.
"Kiddo, I want you to stay with me more than you know. It kills me that you can't but you remember what the lady from social services told us. They said that I couldn't get custody."
Tears were now beginning to cascade from the eight year olds eyes. "But you will be alone and no one will be there to take care of you."
Keith tried to contain his tears so not to upset the child further. He stood up and moved to sit on the bed with the boy he then moved the small child to his lap.
'Lucas, it's going to be sad not to have you around but I promise you I will be okay. I will see you all the time and it won't be so bad with Deb and Dan. You will have a brother and they have a pool. It's just going to be a change but your mom wouldn't want you upset." Keith consoled the boy placing a gentle kiss on the side of his fair head.
Deb placed her hands on the boys' knees. "You will see your Uncle a lot and I promise it will be okay."
"You promise?" He questioned looking at the floor. He knew that he had no choice in the matter.
Deb reached over and tilted his head so their eyes could meet. "With everything I have." She then pulled the small boy into a hug.
Deb had kept her promise until recently though no fault of her own. With school and the extra practice his father shoved onto him he didn't have time to even think let alone visit. This brought him to his current problem he was now an hour and a half late for his and Nathan's practice session with their father. He racked his brain to come up with a plausible excuse that would not invoke his father's wrath. He slid through the door and ran to his room. He quickly changed hoping against hope that his father decided to not attend this practice session. He was never that lucky though he was always doing something to piss Dan off. Nathan was always the golden boy. When he reached the court he saw Nathan dribbling and felt relief course through his body. He breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and strode to the court. Then he was stopped dead in his tracks.
"Lucas do you have a watch?" The voice came from behind him and cut like a knife.
Lucas slowly turned around and tried to keep his calm. "Yes I do."
'Do you not know how to tell it? I told you to be here at 4:30. If you want to be decent at this game you need to work on it! No school is going to look at you unless you get better."
Lucas could feel his face getting hotter. He was basically the best player on the team. He and Nathan always gave the other team a run for their money. However, that was never good enough for Dan Scott.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself? Huh?" Dan shouted at his oldest son their identical blue eyes meeting somewhere in the center of the hostility.
The truth was that today was the anniversary of his mother's death. He had gone out to her grave like he always did and spent some time. He didn't want anyone to see that part of him and invade his vulnerability.
"No sir. I just lost track of time." Lucas countered finally finding his voice in all the anger.
"That's always the reason. You are going to finish this practice and don't make any plans for this weekend. You are going to be very busy training starting at 5:00 AM tomorrow."
"It's not the end of the world! I just mixed and hour and half." Lucas mumbled while walking away toward the court.
"Excuse what did you say?" Dan said jerking Lucas arm. Lucas glared at his father. He tried to jerk his arm free to no avail.
"I said you are making a big deal out of nothing," He grumbled back to the older man.
"NOTHING"
"Hey calm down. We can finish playing. I will give up my weekend too, Lucas. It won't be that bad." Nathan said stepping up to the mediator position that he always seem to hold.
"Nathan stay out of this. You were here when you were supposed to be here." He paused and refocused on Lucas "If you want any decent school to look at your sorry butt then you better start focusing on this "nothing". Otherwise you are going to end up a big nobody!"
He shook Lucas's arm to reinforce his message. Lucas jerked his arm free. Dan smirked at his oldest son.
"Whatever you say, sir" Lucas retorted sarcastically.
"Maybe you are right to be mad at giving up your weekend how about we change it to the next three. When you aren't practicing you can do the yard, clean the attic, and you can even go to the dealership and help out the shop guys. Save me some money not having the yard crew come in and I won't have to pay some extra guys to come in. It will work out for everyone."
Lucas glowered at his father. Last time he had to do the yard it took him every bit of the weekend. The yard was huge it usually took a crew of four guys to do it and of course whatever Luke did wouldn't be good enough. Then of course the attic was the size of his old house and Deb saved everything.
Dan just continued to smile at his irate son. "I am going to make a decent ball player out of you yet. Now let's resume boys!"
Lucas glared at the man who called himself father and couldn't wait to be eighteen.