Nathan sat behind the wheel of his uncle's 1967 Mustang, lost in thought. It had only been two weeks since his father, Dan Scott, turned himself in for a crime that had rocked their family to the core. Dan Scott was many things..but a murderer..? Nathan just couldn't wrap around his head the fact that his father had killed someone. And not just someone. But his own brother! Nathan who was still in intense thought trying to process it all didn't hear his brother come right up to the driver's window.

"Hey man, ready to go?" Lucas asked startling his younger brother

Nathan gasped and jumped back a little causing Lucas to let out a slight chuckle. Then changing his expression and tone Lucas said " You nervous?"

"Nah not really" Nathan responded "Just you know..I'm still.."

"Yeah me to" Lucas agreed finishing his brother's thought. Lucas was by far no fan of Dan Scott, but even he couldn't see how his estranged father had actually managed to pull the trigger of a pistol to intentionally end his own brother's life. What was going through his mind? How could he hurt his family like that? These questions plagued both Scott boys daily.

Lucas for one had a lot of opinions when it came to his father, but somewhere in the back of his mind he always believed that family came first to him. Guess he was wrong.

"So..you driving?" Lucas asked, breaking the silence that came over the both of them.

"Oh yeah, um sure I can" Nathan rambled slightly

"Hey I'm going to be right there with you. Were gonna confront him together"

"I know" Nathan said with a sigh. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud Nathan was a bit nervous about seeing his father behind bars. Although he knew more than anyone that his father was right were he deserved to be, its a sight no son wants to see.

"Alright well let's get going" Lucas said climbing into the passenger side "Visiting hours are coming to an end soon"

The boys rode in almost utter silence, both consumed again by their thoughts. Every now and then one of them would bring up an event that had happened in their last week of high school or something about the party they had attended tonight. But they both knew it was small talk to ease their building anxiety.

About 45 mins into their drive, a large gray building with barbed wiring cascading over the gates and fences came into view. A sign reading "Franklin Correctional Center" stood alone and off to the side.

Nathan parked the car in the main visitor lot and shut off the engine. The boys sat unwavering, staring at the penitentiary in front of them.

Finally taking the initiative, Nathan turned to his brother, and mustering all the strength he had to keep his voice still. " Let's do this".