Prologue: Nowhere Fast

As he continued to run, the poor angered boy knew that if he got caught again the consequences would be much greater. His heart told him that no matter what happened that he needed to keep on running. There would be no good in taking a glance behind him to see how much distance there was between getting away and being taken away. It wasn't just his life that would change if he wasn't able to escape this time.

The bottoms of his sneakers hit the asphalt hard as he took strong strides down the road. If his heavy breathing didn't give him away, the few streetlights sure would. It wasn't the smartest move that he might be seen but, they learned his dark backroads with each chase. The boy thought that he had outsmarted the fuckers that were now becoming hot on his trail.

It became easier as the street began to angle downwards. He thought he would be able to slow his pace down. The problem was that he would have to put more weight on the ground to ease down. His momentum was too much for him to control and he could only keep going.

Finally being able to turn, he took his chance. The only figure he could see himself up against was his own shadow. The dirty blond only got so far before he was blinded by flashlights.

His arms went up to shield his eyes. "Fuck."

Only one light was taken away from his eyes. A stern look was sent his way. "Looks like we won this round of Scott on the Run." The cop turned to his partner. "Go ahead and cuff him. This one likes to fight back." He warned.

The other officer nodded and unclipped the metal handcuffs from his belt. Without showing caution, he told him to place his hands behind his back. He walked over to the boy and grabbed his wrist to lead him over to the squad car. Shoving his body down against the hood of the car, the officer clasped the cuff over his raw wrists. After giving the boy the same speech from the numerous times before, the officer forced him into the bad of the car.

Officer Michaels picked up the microphone that was contacted to his shirt. "Dispatch, we're bringing in Lucas Scott. Please contact Ms. Scott and tell her that we have her son in custody."


"Well, I hope you proud of yourself, Lucas Scott!" His mother told him as she slammed the door. She pulled off her heels and tossed them on the ground. The frazzled woman didn't bother to wait as she walked into the kitchen to grab herself a beer. "You just never think about anyone other than yourself, do you?" His mother shouted at him as she threw her beer bottle behind her. The brown glass shattered and the contents spread around the stained carpet.

Lucas didn't flinch at the shrill sound of his mother's raspy voice. Instead, he just rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and searched for his lighter. His fingers clenched around it as he waited for his mother to continue because as soon as she was done he couldn't wait to light up a cigarette.

"Calm down, it's a court date. We'll get a lawyer and get this shit dropped. Problem solved."

"No, not problem solved. Do you know how much money it cost to get one meeting with a lawyer?" She shouted. "I can't afford one for you and you obviously don't get it that you can't just luck out every single time."

"What are you saying?" He found himself shouting back because he knew exactly what her answer was going to be.

"Whatever that judge says is final. Community service, jail time, I don't care anymore. I don't want to hear any complaining out of you!" His mother pointed one of her fake nails towards him. "I'm done dealing with your bullshit, Lucas."

"And I'm done with this," Lucas turned to leave the small apartment but, his mother gabbed his shoulder. He felt rigid when he could feel her long nails dig into his skin.

"You're not stepping a foot out of here. I'm putting you on house arrest until your court date. The only time you won't be here is when you're at school. There will be no skipping classes to hang out with your lowlife friends." She explained.

Lucas removed his mother's hand from his shoulder. "I'm a lowlife just like the rest of them." His voice came out cold and emotionless as they slipped from his tongue. With that, he stormed off to his room.

After hearing her son slam his door, she combed her hands through her hair. The woman felt like sobbing. She couldn't remember a moment when their life wasn't this way. Her boy never smiled anymore and they weren't as close as she wanted them to be. Lucas was more interested in being with his friends and getting into trouble. Guilt built up inside her because she knew that she caused all of this. It all started when she got pregnant and dropped out of school. She thought that his father was going to be able to support them, but he bailed before Lucas was born. Jobs and boyfriends came and gone throughout her life. The men she dated were never invested in Lucas and they got into fights.

Something had to change. If Lucas would take responsibility for all that he's done, then he could possibly turn his life around. He needed a good wakeup call and maybe that meant that he had to sit in jail for a few weeks or even months.

For her, she knew it was too late.

Sinking to the floor, the woman covered her face. Her bracelets clashed together as she moved her arms to rest on her knees and to support her head. Crying, she whispered, "Please help, my boy."


AN: Thank you for checking out my story. I am interested in what you think and if I should continue with it. Reviews are appreciated.

-kaill