Chapter 1
Chapter 1
"My Son"
fb app. 31/2 years ago.
"What an arrogant little bastard!" that's not a nice 1st thought. Yet here he is talking to me as if I am in kindergarten & he's what 15 …16? Genius maybe… people person, doubtful. I have this feeling when I see him though. Is he lonely? Well of course. He is the only child here. Depressed? I could see that too. Needing? – But needing what? A swift kick to be sure but I don't think that is it. Where is this child's parents? How could they be so heartless to leave him here? Maybe that is it. He needs a parent in his life.
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had I known then his father abused him - His mother left him I would have adopted him then if I hadn't been so desensitized to the world I would have seen it. It took nearly a year before I realized and when I almost lost him –the rip formed.
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He is leaving for 2 weeks to go see his father. I told Kristin as I tried to keep myself calm. Truth was I didn't want him out of my site. I was going to miss him something awful. In more ways than one he became my son on our journey. He brought me out of my hell & made me a new man. Well two weeks isn't going to kill me at least Kristin will be with me but I can't help but feel my heart ache & worry enter my heart.
11 pm that night
He called me looking tired but ok, yet something in his eyes held me captivated for a while longer. He didn't say anything other than that he was ok & having a fun time but what was unsaid?
11 pm the next night
Why does he look so tired? There is a hint of sadness – his eyes do not lie to me yet his words tell me it's all good. Kristin is trying to reassure me –giving lame excuses – at least to me. "Maybe he is working on a project, you know how he gets. He doesn't eat or sleep – yadda yadda – those are the excuses." there shouldn't BE any work, not to mention I forced him to leave the computer behind." I yell to Kristin. I am not mad at her just worried about my boy. That's what he has become – MY Boy.
8.25 pm the next night
He called so early tonight. – Kristin & I were in the middle of dinner. He felt bad for interrupting. I told him it was no big deal. Kristin knew that child has me wrapped around his finger. We made small chat when he finally told me the reason he was calling. He wouldn't be able to for the next few days… something about his dad. I felt like slapping myself because I didn't give him a PAL. He looked near tears, but I told him it was ok. But for him to be careful & yes for the 1st time I told my boy – I loved him.
3 days later. App. 3 am.
The home communication unit rang & in grumpy sleepy fashion – I slammed the ringer off. Five minutes later my PAL chirps – I thought to myself "to ignore that would cause trouble." so I get up to answer
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How could I have known? Why didn't I see! His eyes never lie. My world collapsed.
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"What is it?" I ask moody because I was awoken – O'Neil's voice came just as groggy as mine. "Sir, Lucas is trying to call you and couldn't get an answer – I am not getting a visual but he sounded upset. Can I patch him through?" fear gripped my heart as well as regret for shutting him off. "Of course patch him through –tell him I want a visual." Finally it did come through and Ice gripped my veins. His arm and wrist clinged tightly to his body which was swollen. Eyes black and blue. Tears were streaming down his face. He talked with a deadly calm voice. "Sir, I think I am going to die tonight. I believe tonight is the night he's finally going to kill me." A loud banging noise is in the background as he lets out a muffled scream. "Lucas, where are you? Keep talking." "I just wanted to say thank you for everything Sir, keep holding on to hope & I love you too." I hear the door give & my boy scream. I get back on my pal as the screen went black – I scream for O'Neil to get coordinates & I pray. For the 1st time in years I pray that my boy is going to be ok.
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They say in times like that your body goes into autopilot. I am pretty sure I did. Kristin has the doctor mode. The UEO helicopter took too long for me – to Kristin it felt like seconds. The ride, eternity. Kristin –minutes. While everything else was slow motion for me, she was the picture of calmness. I ran up the steps to the mansion and burst the door down in one swift kick. I had to search the house but when I found his room – pain engulfed me so much I couldn't breathe. I ran to the broken and beaten body on the floor.