I Don't Own Anything. All plot credits go to Miss Meehan. Warning: contains mentions of rape.
Chapter 2
The party was in full swing as Nathan stepped into the house of one of his friends. He observed the party and the party goers, and came to the conclusion that this party was definitely lamer than the parties that he threw weekly.
It was a Friday night, and Nathan had just finished his tutoring with Haley. He had wanted her to stay longer, but she insisted that she and Lucas had plans to see a movie tonight.
Nathan could still feel the jealousy burning in the back of his throat.
He knew that he could easily knock back a few beers and try to forget the betrayal that he had felt. But he didn't. Nathan had felt a new sense of responsibly since he had started tutoring with Haley. It was his yearning to show Haley that he could change and that he could be a good guy that had made him grab the Pepsi out of the fridge, rather than the bottle of beer.
As he scanned the party, Nathan noticed a few usual partiers were missing.
Tim and about 5 other guys who were the avid partiers were currently not attending this bash. Which was odd considering that they brag every week at practice that they went to every big party this year!
"Hey man, do you know where Tim, Vegas, and the rest of the guys are?" Nathan asked the guy who was hosting the party, and was a member of the basketball team.
"Uh, I don't know. I haven't seen them here tonight." The jock said as he turned back to the girl who was practically having sex with him on the dance floor.
At first, Nathan wasn't too worried that his comrades hadn't shown up. He figured that after he had called off tonight's hazing fun, that they were probably sulking at a bar about their lost opportunity to 'show the half-breed where he belonged'.
About two weeks ago, right after Haley had started tutoring him, Nathan had suggested a kidnapping. All they were really going to do was kidnap Lucas, drive him out to the old creek that they used for all the final player initiations, and basically scare the living crap out of the guy.
But Nathan understood that Lucas meant a lot to Haley, and if he was going to ever have a sliver of a chance with her, that he would have to cut out all of this hazing crap. Also meaning that the kidnapping that was going to go down tonight, had also been canceled.
Deciding that there was nothing he could do about finding Tim and the guys right now, Nathan sat down on the couch with his Pepsi, relaxing and watching the mindless party goers.
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Almost an hour later, Nathan had just been getting ready to leave the party, thinking it was boring and was nothing special. But just as he was throwing away his third Pepsi, he heard an extra set of noises.
It was voices, and loud laughter. And it sounded like Tim and the guys.
Nathan strutted over to the entryway of the house, wondering what was going on. He stood in the entryway, undetected as he listened to the guys brag about something that did tonight.
"You should have heard his screams, the fag sounded like a little girl. 'No! Don't do it! Please don't hurt me!' It was hilarious...Yeah, we left him there...and we took his clothes...I think the little bastard cried..."
Nathan was quite disturbed at the statements coming from his team mates. And the last sentence made Nathan crack. He had to figure what was going on.
He rushed forward and grabbed Tim's collar, pushing him forcefully against the wall.
"Hey man! What's your problem?" Tim tried to push back and free himself from Nathan's hold, but Nathan's muscles were too strong to get any slack.
"What were you just talking about? What did you do tonight?" Nathan slammed his team mate against the wall with every sentence, hoping to get his threatening message across.
"Dude, Nate, chill...me and the guys just went out to show the half-breed that he had no business on the team. We thought that since you were busy tonight with the Virgin Mary that we would go ahead and finish the deed." Tim said, causing the rest of the boys in the room to start giggling like little girls.
"What did you do to Lucas tonight? Where the hell is he?" Nathan yelled in Tim's face, hoping that they hadn't done anything too extreme, ruining his chance with Haley.
He knew that Haley would blame him too, even though he had not been there. He had been the one to originally suggest the kidnapping.
"Well Nate, me and the guys didn't know that you held a torch for your bastard brother." Nathan grew angry at the sarcastic tone that his best friend was giving him. Getting sick of Tim talking in riddles, Nathan launched his fist forward, slamming it into the jaw of Tim.
"Ahhggg...What the hell is your problem Nate? We did what you had planned in the first place." Tim yelled back at Nathan, wondering what had so drastically changed in him. Earlier, his attitude had been to destroy the bastard, and get him off the team, and he was pulling out all of the stops to humiliate his half-brother. But now it was like Lucas was his number one advocate.
"Where did you take him? Tell me WHERE!" Nathan yelled as loud as he could at Tim. He had no idea where this was coming from. Because not even Haley could get this big of a reaction out of him. Normally he would just give Tim a pat on the back, and the group would go get drunk.
Where was all this worry for Lucas coming from?
Nathan passed it off as just brotherly intuition that had surfaced from being around Lucas finally after all these years.
For the first time, Nathan just looked in Tim's eyes, and saw actual fear. Tim, fearing his life, he began stuttering out words.
"The old creek that we always went to… That's where he is..." Nathan, satisfied with the answer, shoved Tim away from him. He quickly rushed to his car, and began the familiar drive to the old creek.
On his way, driving on the back roads of Tree Hill, Nathan was concentrated on getting to Lucas as fast as he could, when suddenly...
Nathan stomped on the brakes of his SUV, bringing the vehicle to a screeching stop in the middle of the road. Luckily, there was no one else on the road so Nathan was completely alone.
"What the hell am I doing?" Nathan yelled to himself as he watched the road in front of him. Since when did he punch his best friend, yell at his friends, and leave a party, just so he could go save his brother from humiliation?
"Haley will love you for sure if you go rescue Lucas and take him home. This is your chance to show her that you are really a good guy. Yeah, that's it." Nathan told himself as he shoved the doubts away and continued to drive.
Once he reached the creek, he stopped his car and pulled a flashlight from the middle compartment of his car and stepped out. Secretly, he prayed that Lucas wasn't here, and it was all some sort of joke. But his brotherly senses told him that it wasn't, and he was going to find Lucas here.
Hearing a rustle of sound, and a meek, pained cry, Nathan turned around and found his brother.
"Oh God..."
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Lucas was still laying on the wet muddy ground, feeling like he had been ripped in half, and wanting to crawl over to the creek and sink his head until he passed out, successfully easing his pain. If he wasn't in too much pain to make even small movements, he would.
He was cold, shivering helplessly, which was agitating his injuries. It was the beginning of October, and all of the traces of summer were gone, including all of the warm air.
Minutes after his assailants had left with his clothes, dignity, spirit, and self-esteem, Lucas had dry heaved for 5 long, hellish minutes. The vomit that he so desperately wanted to expel just wouldn't come. Almost like he couldn't expel the dirtiness from his soul now. It was forever tainted.
Lucas could feel his ears perk up as he heard a disturbance in the silence of his surroundings. He could hear brakes screaming to a stop, and gravel being crunched under the tires.
Fear clouded his mind and vision.
"They're back...No, they can't be back...Please, SOMEONE, help me! Don't let them hurt me, please..." Lucas's mind screamed. He didn't have the strength to open his mouth and scream for help.
A flood of light blanketed the ground around Lucas, and as soon as he worked up every ounce of courage that hadn't been ripped from him, he opened his eyes that had previously been squeezed tight.
The sight before him was more than frightening. His throat, which had been raw from screaming and crying into the burlap sack, finally found the strength to make sound.
A pained, weak whimper was his cry of pleading mercy. He couldn't form words from the fright and scarring forming in his soul.
Nathan was back! Why! Why did Nathan want to hurt him more? He loved Nathan, but Nathan rap..., he couldn't even think it yet, he was too disgusted with himself.
Threatening footsteps were coming closer as Lucas tried to curl into a defensive ball, he couldn't let Nathan hurt him again. Never ever again.
"Oh God!" Were the words he heard before trying to wriggle away, while trying not to agitate his blood starved wrists and hands and his whole damaged body.
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"Oh God..." Nathan rushed forward to the figure ahead of him. It was barely recognizable from the mud staining its body, and because its face was being hidden in its chest.
"Lucas!" Nathan yelled and rushed over, not realizing that sharp quick movements and loud voices were not the greatest plan for getting close to Lucas.
Nathan immediately halted his movements as he saw Lucas try to squirm away and let sadder sounds come from his throat. It was then that he noticed that Lucas was completely naked, and his wrists were bound tightly around his back.
A gasp was caught in the back of his throat when he saw the profound welts on all the wrong places on Lucas's body. There was no way that they would do this. Was there? All of the pieces fit together, but he couldn't believe that his friends would take a simple hazing ritual that was meant to welcome someone to a team, to this extreme. To attack someone in this horrible of a way, when all it was meant to be was just to scare the shit out of someone.
"No...Please stay away..." He was brought out of his introspection by Lucas's hoarse voice trying to yell pleas of mercy. Nathan finally saw his brother's face, his previously bright blue eyes, seemed to darken, like the life was sucked out of him from the attack.
"No Luke, I'm not going to..." He tried to reason with his brother who was squirming against his restraints and hurting himself even more than he already was.
"Not again, don't hurt me again. Stay away from me." The pleas were hardly audible considering Lucas's voice was cracking and breaking at every other syllable.
Nathan stopped all of his movements, shocked. Lucas actually thought that he had done this, that he was there and that he had encouraged the attack. In reality, he had been the one to suggest the original plan.
But those little plans had never included a gang rape. All he was really going to do was drive him out there, scare the shit out of him, and tell him that the hazing was over. He'd never said that he would welcome Lucas with open arms, but he was going to stop all of this nonsense for the best for the team.
"Luke, man, I know what happened to you...I know what the guys did, I just want to help you..." Nathan began moving forward again, trying to make his movements a bit more graceful to not startle Lucas into a coma of shock. But he was still a jock, and not strutting was tough for him.
As Nathan got closer to Lucas, he lowered the flashlight to seem less intimidating. About two feet away from his brother, he could see through the darkness, Lucas shaking his head violently, and saying no in a hoarse, broken voice. He began worrying when the shaking grew so violent, that Lucas's head began making solid contact with the ground.
What a conundrum that Nathan was in. He had two choices, either he could be cautious about touching his extremely vulnerable brother, and let him give himself a concussion, or he could throw it all to the wind and maybe get those restraints off his wrists.
He chose the second one. Nathan Scott was not what you would call a cautious person.
Nathan dropped to his knees behind Lucas and seized him, trying to keep him from giving himself impending brain damage.
Lucas was shaking fiercely within his arms, and Nathan couldn't tell if it was from shivering, or from insufferable fear. Once Nathan had gotten him to cease the violent movements, he could feel Lucas's fear of being touched, or even held. Nathan felt like he was holding a new born baby with his fear of hurting it with his large muscular arms. As he heard Lucas's pained groans again, he was frightened that he was the one hurting his brother, so he did the only thing that registered in his head. He let go of Lucas and let him drop the few inches back on the ground.
What should he do now? When he had been driving here, he'd just expected to find Lucas maybe tied to a tree, or just stranded, but he had never thought that he would find this monstrosity, to find Lucas this damaged, physically and mentally. And because he never thought of that, he didn't know what to do now.
Should he take Lucas to the hospital and get him treated for all of his injuries? Should he take him to his mother's house where he was sure that Karen was worrying at this moment? Or should he take him back to the beach house and try to play nurse?
He was broken out of his next course of action by looking down at his brother, who was staring up at him with eyes that looked like a small child's. He could see the vulnerability and could hear him whispering something that he could not fully make out.
That's it; he was taking Lucas back to his house.
"Lucas, I'm going to help you stand up, okay?" Nathan kneeled next to Lucas, faintly hearing what the boy was saying. He could hear the word 'ravens' repeatedly, and it disturbed and angered him.
"Stop hurting me...please..." Nathan shook his head in frustration as he listened to his brother plead with him. He was so pissed at Tim and the rest of the team at that moment, wondering how they could take a simple prank and turn it into a brutal attack and rape.
"No Lucas, I want you to listen to me, I am going to untie your wrists, okay? It's going to hurt a little bit, but I'm not trying to hurt you. If you stop moving, it will hurt less." Nathan tried to explain nicely to the traumatized teen laying in front of him, but who was he kidding? He sucked at this mothering thing.
Lucas was listening to every single word that Nathan was saying through his mantra, all the while, trying to stay away from Nathan. He couldn't take this close contact, not with his attacker. It was just too painful.
He had tried to get away from Nathan, and he had even begged for Nathan to have some mercy on him, but Nathan just seemed to be intent on hurting him more.
As he felt the ropes on his wrists tighten a small bit, his eyes opened wide in shock. It was going to happen again. His mind was willing his body to subject to the torture again, and just block out any and all pain and humiliation. But Lucas was too frightened to have it happen again.
Lucas began to subtly squirm under Nathan's hands, which he thought were the one's binding him even tighter. One Raven, Two Ravens, Three Ravens, Four...
"Lucas, stop moving man, it'll only hurt more if you keep squirming." Nathan was trying to be kind when he spoke, but his rough and tough exterior was preventing him from not scaring Lucas to the point of physical shock.
If Lucas hadn't been so traumatized, he might have laughed at that comment. But only angry, bitter thoughts came forward. Nathan was never concerned whether it hurt him when he was being...attacked.
As he felt his wrists continually being manipulated, Lucas started attempting to go back to that safe little place in his mind. The one where he didn't have to feel the pain of being relentlessly violated. Five Ravens, Six Ravens, Seven Ravens, more...
Lucas had been so concentrated on escaping from the pain, that he didn't even notice when the heavy ropes that had bound his wrists were removed, meaning that he didn't hear Nathan's gasp of disgust at the poor state of the appendages.
Nathan felt a small sense of triumph when the ropes went loose from his brother. But soon after the ropes were removed, and the skin under was revealed, he grew solemn again.
Underneath the ropes revealed severely damaged skin. The bruises were already some what developed, and they were turning ugly shades of color that skin should never be. He couldn't see the extent of the damage from the lack of light in the area, and he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to.
Immediately, as soon as Lucas felt his aching wrists removed from their bonds, he jerked them in front of his body in a form of self-defense. It was only when he felt his arms scream in protest at the quick movement did he realize that it was a bad idea. His whole body ached and burned, and his shoulders were very sore from being held and bound behind his back for God knows how long.
Nathan watched his brother writhe before him, with his hands in front of his body as if he were to protect himself from all of the things that had hurt and violated him that night.
He was stumped as to what he should do to get Lucas to the car and take him home. Lucas had made it very clear that any touching was out of the question, and he couldn't seem to get it through Lucas's head that he wasn't there to hurt him.
Looking down at Lucas, Nathan saw that his brother was studying his every move, terror permanently etched into those blue orbs of his.
Unknowing to Nathan, a spark was ignited in his soul at that very moment as he stared into the eyes that mirrored his own. He could feel something change in his heart and soul, but he couldn't pinpoint the emotion.
As Nathan continued staring into Lucas's memorable pained eyes, a plan formed in his head. He hoped that it worked, because it seemed to be his last hope.
"I won't hurt you Luke. The only thing I want to do is help you. Please let me help you, I need you to trust me." Nathan repeated in a soft soothing tone before standing up slowly to not startle Lucas into a coma of shock.
Slowly, Nathan began walking towards his car, hoping that Lucas's human instincts of survival would provoke him to follow him to the car. And even though he knew that Lucas had no reason to follow his accused rapist into a car, he relied simply on praying that Lucas would at least want a ride home.
A few feet away from his car, Nathan turned around slowly, and to his relief, saw Lucas gingerly standing up right, his arms still crossed over his chest. He noticed that once his brother had caught him watching, Lucas stopped in his tracks, his expression unreadable in the late night darkness.
Feeling slightly guilty, Nathan turned around again, and completed the last few feet to the car, and opened the back seat door for his brother.
Once inside, Nathan listened to the light footsteps that his brother was making. It took all of his self restraint not to watch Lucas make his way slowly over to the car. He didn't even know why all of a sudden he was so obsessed with Lucas, and making sure he was safe.
It was almost ironic, he was the little brother, but he was the one taking the initiative to take care of the big brother. But somehow, Nathan liked it that way, and he didn't know why.
Lucas knew it was not the smartest thing in the world. That following the man that he was sure had had a hand in raping him to his car was just setting himself up for was probably just more pain.
But he couldn't help it. He was just too attached to Nathan; he loved him too much to be left behind once again.
Certain sadness had swelled inside Lucas as he saw his brother stand up and turn around. He didn't want to watch Nathan walk away from him, and be left here all alone without a clue as to where he was.
His heart was telling him to follow Nathan to his car, take the opportunity at hand. But at the same time his mind was telling him to let Nathan leave, and that Nathan was the one that hurt him and hated him.
Now normally in Lucas's life, his mind won over his heart. Like in the showers, when Lucas's heart was telling him to stare at his brother, and then walk over and tell him exactly how his felt. Then his head would tell him to keep his eyes to himself, and if he told Nathan how he felt, then he would probably get his ass kicked by every single guy on the team.
After waging the war within him, Lucas finally decided to give his heart a chance at decision making. He just hoped that giving his heart this chance wouldn't result in further destruction of his trust in people.
Mustering up his all of whatever hadn't been taken from him mentally that night, Lucas stood up very hesitantly. All of his limbs hurt miserably, and as he peered down at his body, his shame increased ten fold.
He was ugly; Nathan would never love him like this. In his mind, he emitted a hoarse sob, wondering why.
Why did Nathan do this to him? Why did he deserve this? Why did he have to fall in love with his brother of all people? Why wouldn't his brother love him back?
Each step that Lucas took was extremely cautious and slow. He was half expecting Nathan to turn around and ask him what the hell he was doing.
His shallow labored breathing and his extreme heartbeat were the only things he could hear as he looked forward and saw Nathan turn his way.
As painful as it was, Lucas stopped in his tracks as he saw the blue eyes he fell in love with turn to watch him.
"Here it comes…" He thought. "He's going to tell me to go away, and that he never wants to see me again. I don't think I can take it; I might fall over and die of heartbreak."
Those blue eyes seemed to illuminate in the darkness, and as he noticed how stupid he looked, just standing there naked, staring at his brother, Lucas reverted his eyes to the hard ground he had been thrown on before, and adjusted his hands to hide all of his inappropriate places.
Time seemed to stop as Lucas waited and waited for Nathan to insult him in someway, whether it is to get lost, or some callous 'bastard' comment. But it never happened, Lucas let out the breath that he had been holding as he saw Nathan turn back around and continue his way to the car.
The next thing he saw was Nathan opening the back door of the car. This action shocked Lucas. Did this mean that Nathan really wanted him to come along with him? Or did this mean that Nathan was going to hurt him again.
Lucas really wanted to believe that Nathan was just going to take him somewhere safe, away from the world, but his head was getting in the way again. It was saying that he shouldn't do it, that Nathan was only going to attack him again.
Once he reached the opening of the car door, Lucas hesitated. This was it, he was either going to forever regret getting into this car, or it will be one of the best decisions that he ever made. He let his heart make the decision again.
Inside the car, he felt like a dirty intruder. He was muddy, filthy and damaged, physically and mentally, and he didn't deserve to be in a luxury vehicle like this. He would only make it dirty like he was.
"Lucas, I am going to take you to the hospital, okay?" Nathan adapted his soothing voice again, hoping it would calm Lucas enough to be able to help him.
A moan of protest made Nathan pause at he started up the engine of the car. Slowly, hoping not to alarm Lucas with sharp movements, he turned around and gave Lucas a questioning look.
"Please, don't take me to the hospital. I…I don't want anyone to know…" Lucas clarified in a dry frightened tone. His voice was hoarse and throaty from his fear.
Nathan nodded, not even attempting to put up a fight that it was what was best for Lucas. He feared that once the rape was reported to the hospital, that the cops could become involved and that the blame could eventually be traced back to him. He knew it was incredibly selfish, and not only would the hospital be able to heal him physically, but they could also help him mentally. But it came down to the fact that Nathan had to watch his own skin too.
"Okay then, I'm going to take you to your mom then, I'm sure she's worried." Nathan heard a hitch in Lucas's shallow breathing at that suggestion too. He wondered what was wrong with this suggestion, because he had been sure that Lucas wanted to go home and sleep in his own bed, even if it was doubtful that he would be doing any sleeping.
"No, I don't want her to see me like this, she'll hate me. I can't have her hate me." Lucas was mumbling incessantly. He didn't want his mother to think that he was filthy and tainted, even if he was. She was the only one that he could really count on, and he would never be able to take her rejection.
"Okay, I'll think of somewhere to take you. Try to rest." Nathan said, slightly annoyed that he was now completely responsible for a sixteen year old boy that was in the mentality of a six year old.
Nathan decided that he would just take him to the beach house for the night. He couldn't very well dump him on the first park bench he came to, and he couldn't take him to the main house, because somehow, he wasn't sure how kindly Dan would take to having his illegitimate son show up on his doorstep unexpectedly, no matter how damaged Lucas was.
As the pair arrived at the beach house, Nathan could easily tell that Lucas was frightened to arrive at a place that had been the root of a few plots of humiliation against him.
"No, please not here. Anything but here; they're here." Lucas's voice was eerily low and scared.
Nathan was growing annoyed almost, and if he didn't care so much all of a sudden about Lucas's safety, physically and mentally, then he would have already abandoned Lucas and gone to bed.
He knew exactly who 'they' were. It was Lucas's rapists, who had many times been seen at this very beach house. He just wasn't sure how he could convince Lucas that they weren't here, and that it was completely safe.
"Lucas, listen to me. They aren't here. They are back at their own houses, and they won't come here. You are completely safe, they can't touch you here." Nathan turned around to see Lucas sitting in the back seat, curled up into the smallest ball possible, almost as if he were trying to be so small that he didn't exist anymore.
"Trust me Luke." Nathan said soothingly, even though he knew that Lucas really had no good reason to trust him. From the harsh hazing rituals that he had inflicted on Lucas, to the fact that Lucas was still under the impression that he was the one that had raped him.
Nathan turned around and got out of the car, and opening up the back door of the car to give his brother a small amount of encouragement to follow him into the house.
He figured that he would follow the same strategy as he had done at the creek; coaxing Lucas to follow him by leaving him somewhere, and praying to all higher powers that his brother would follow.
As soon as Nathan got to the porch of the beach house, he was hit with the surprise of the porch light coming on. Needless to say, it startled him.
But as soon as he got over the initial shock, his worries went elsewhere.
What if one of the neighbors woke up and looked out the window to see his naked brother slowly making his way up the drive way? They would surely call and complain to Dan, and he was pretty sure that his father would not take kindly to reports of his naked illegitimate son, walking on his property. It didn't matter how damaged the boy was.
Nathan turned around to see if Lucas was even following him. And when he did, he saw that Lucas was only a few mere feet behind him. Apparently, Lucas had been following closer than he thought.
It had hardly even occurred to Nathan about his brother's state of dress until he could see him in all of his glory. He grimaced, but tried not to show it and further upset his vulnerable brother even more.
"Don't worry about it Lucas, it's just the motion sensor. Come on Luke." Nathan spoke to his brother, who looked like he was a deer in headlights at the sudden abrupt light.
Lucas turned his head and trained his eyes to stare at the ground in shame. He didn't mean to be so edgy, especially over some insignificant sensor light, but he couldn't help it. He really couldn't after what had happened tonight. Now Nathan probably thought of him as a jumpy dork.
He watched as Nathan took the key from under the door mat to unlock the luxurious house. As the frilly mahogany door was opened, and the lavish crystal chandelier was lit, Lucas's nerves returned full force.
Nathan stepped into the house, and threw off his muddy shoes, and looked back at his brother once more.
Lucas was staring at the concrete of the porch fearfully, and in the light of the chandelier, he could see the extent of the damage done to his brother, and it was sickening.
The bruises and welts decorated his body terribly, and he could see the dried specks of blood on Lucas's wrist. The one thing that caught him the most off guard though, was his brother's eyes.
The cobalt blue eyes that he would unconsciously admire from a distance were dead. They were dull and looked as if the life had been sucked out of them. And Lucas just didn't look the same having dull gray eyes, instead of lively blue ones.
Nathan shook his head internally, still in denial that his friends would do something so despicable to a human being. But there wasn't anything that he could do about them now, except clean up their mess and attempt to get Lucas back to a half stable state of mind.
"They're not here Lucas, I promise you. Come on." Nathan gave Lucas an encouraging smile, even though it was a fake smile, he was too angry to give a real smile.
Lucas looked up off the ground and peered inside the house, and found that it was indeed, empty. Tentatively, Lucas stepped into the threshold of the beach house.
Once Nathan closed the door behind him, Lucas's already rigid form stiffened ten fold, and his dull eyes began shifting quickly, scanning each doorway, searching for an escape if he needed.
A few moments later, Lucas moved from his firm spot against the door, looked towards all of the rooms on this floor, insuring that no one was there to hurt him.
"That's it, come on Lucas, let's clean you up." Nathan took Lucas's elbow lightly, not remembering that his brother hated being touched at this time.
He remembered though as soon as Lucas started kicking and hitting him. Nathan was tackled to the floor, and took several hits to different places on his body, and even sustained a bloody lip from Lucas.
"Why? Why did you do this to me Nathan? Why did you hurt me?" Lucas attempted to yell as well as he could with his horribly coarse voice.
At this point, he was lying on the hard wood floor in the entryway of his house, Lucas on top of him, punching his chest multiple times, and all the while repeating the same questions of why Nathan did this to him.
"Stop it! Damn Luke, I'm not going to hurt you." Those words didn't seem to have any effect on Lucas as he continued on with the attack against Nathan with full rage.
By the time Lucas had calmed down, he was still laying on Nathan, extremely exhausted, but still lightly pounding on Nathan's chest. Finally, Lucas stopped beating on his brother, and looked him in the eye.
"Why?" That moment broke Nathan's self-control. The sight of his older half-brother's teary faded blue eyes, staring into his own, asking why he had to be hurt so badly, made his soul break into two.
"I don't know Lucas, I'm sorry." Nathan knew that wasn't the answer that Lucas desired and needed, but it was the only answer he had at the time.
"I…" Lucas whispered, his whole body shaking with trauma, and his stomach turning violently from the continual thoughts of the violation and harm he had endured.
"I…I think I'm going to be sick." Lucas spoke quickly, his face turning from bright red from the exertion of hitting Nathan, to a pale hue of green.
Nathan immediately pointed to the open bathroom door with the light on. The weight on him disappeared quickly as he looked up and heard his distressed brother retching, and the gross sound of him puking.
Concerned, he got up and walked slowly the closet and grabbed some spare towels and a robe for Lucas, and then made his way to the bathroom, where he could still hear the heaves of his Lucas's agonizing nausea.
Lucas was hunched over the toilet, gripping the sides of it that the colors of his knuckles were matching the porcelain. He could feel the sticky sweat seeping down his face, and mixing with the unconscious tears that fell from his eyes.
At this point, there was nothing left in his stomach to purge, but he was still so nauseous, and each time he heaved, his empty stomach turned painfully. He was in so much pain with his head pounding, his stomach doing flips, and his whole physique was damaged from his earlier…attack…
Earlier, before Nathan had come, the only thing that Lucas had wanted to do was flush out his system of all the things that had been dealt upon him that night, he thought it would help. But now that he had expelled everything that could possibly come up, he was devastated to find that he hadn't been cleansed one bit.
No, this damage was much deeper, and would require a much deeper purging.
Lucas finally looked up from the bowl, and saw Nathan next to him, sporting a split lip, and a small encouraging smile.
"Here's a robe, and some towels. You can take a shower. I'll leave you alone." Nathan spoke, hanging the terry cloths on the rack, and backing out of the bathroom slowly, careful not to alarm Lucas.
Nathan closed the door behind him, and slid down to the floor, the frustration of the day finally catching up with him. He covered his face with his hands and let the thoughts of his brother's agony fill his mind. The expression that covered Lucas's face when he was asking why he had to be hurt, made tears form behind his eyes.
Thoughts of Tim and the rest of his teammates made something unspeakable spark in his soul. He made a solemn vow in himself. Those guys were going to pay. They were going to suffer for what they took from Lucas.
After Nathan shut the door, Lucas finally got the guts to stand up and look at himself in the mirror.
The first glance at his body was the biggest shock. He had hand shaped bruises around his hip area, and welts almost covered his whole middle area. The most upsetting thing though, was that he generally looked the same.
He had been expecting to see a completely different person, but no, it was just the same Lucas Scott to the naked eye. But Lucas knew different. He knew that he was dirty, his skin was dirty, his blood was dirty, and his soul was completely tainted.
Angrily, he stalked over to the shower and turned the water knob to the hottest temperature. He had to clean himself; he had to get rid of the filthiness in him.
Hastily, he stepped into the shower, and cringed at the steaming hot water, but just gritted his teeth and took the hot needles prickling every part of his anatomy.
Grabbing the royal blue rag off the rack in the shower, and the bar of soap right by it, Lucas lathered up the rag and began scrubbing his body as hard as he could. He just kept scrubbing and scrubbing, pressing down as hard as he could to try to get rid of his filthiness.
Nearly twenty minutes later, his strength, physically and mentally, and he collapsed on the floor of the tub, sobbing. His skin was rubbed raw, and looked like it would start bleeding at the touch, but Lucas didn't care. As far as he was concerned now, he was damaged goods. No one would ever love him, or look at him the same way again, including Nathan.
A hoarse mournful sob escaped his soul and racked his body. His life would never be the same again.