I got out of bed and quickly changed my clothes. When I walked out of my bedroom I saw Lucas handing Grissom a cup of coffee. Grissom nodded in thanks and turned to see me.
"Hey Grissom," I said smiling, "What are you doing here?"
"Ecklie asked me to come and meet your son," Grissom said calmly, "In his words he didn't want another Greg."
"Oh," I said sighing.
"What are you going to do about school?" Grissom asked me after a second.
"I'm going to home school Lucas," I said drinking my coffee.
"You have all the supplies?" he asked curiously.
"Not yet," I said yawning slightly, "I'm going to get them today and order what I can't get."
"You have this all planned," he said smiling slightly.
"Of course," I said laughing slightly, "Lucas, have you taken a shower?"
"Not yet, Dad," Lucas said putting his book down.
"Go take your shower and don't wear your glasses when you read," I said motioning for him to go, "And take the pain medication we got last night."
"Okay," he said standing up and leaving.
"He seems like a good kid," Grissom said when Lucas left the room.
"He is," I said happily, "I just want him to be happy again."
"He's not happy now?" he asked curiously.
"I don't think so," I said sighing, "He was always been quiet, but now he will go days without talking if he doesn't have to. I haven't heard him play his guitar either and he used to take it everywhere with him. I'm not sure if I'm just being over protective or if I have something to really be worried about."
"Maybe he should talk to someone," he suggested seriously.
"I was going to have him see someone if things don't get better by the end of the week," I said sadly.
"You know you can come to me if you need anything," he said standing up.
"Yes," I said listening to the shower start, "I know. I'll see you at work tomorrow."
"Good-bye Bobby," he said before leaving.
Once Grissom left I went back in my room and took a quick shower. When I got out of the shower I got dressed and went into the kitchen. I could still hear the water running in Lucas's bathroom so I got everything out to make French toast.
By the time Lucas got out of the shower I was adding syrup. Lucas walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He smiled slightly and took the plate that I was handing him.
"What are we going to do today, Dad?" Lucas asked eating his food slowly.
"We need to get you some new bedding and everything you'll need for school and maybe get strings and a new book for your guitar," I said sitting down and starting to eat, "I haven't heard you play it in awhile."
"It's hard to play with one hand," he said shrugging.
"True," I said nodding, "But you haven't even practiced the finger positions."
"Dad," he said sighing.
"Lucas, we need to talk about this," I said putting my fork down.
"Talk about what?" he asked staring at his plate.
"Lucas," I said standing up and walking over to him, "You need to talk about this and you won't talk to me."
"I don't need to talk about anything," he said putting his fork down.
"You can't get past this if you don't talk about it," I said resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Dad," he said looking up at me letting me see the pain in his eyes, "They told me that they were going to kill me. They said the world would be better if I was dead. They described how they would kill me. They explained that this is how you wanted this. You want me to die. You think I should be dead. You hate me!"
"Lucas," I said my eyes wide, "You don't hate you. I could never hate you."
"Yes you do," he said tears falling from his eyes, "Why would you like me? I'm a fucking faggot."
"Lucas James Dawson," I said kneeling so I could look him in the eyes, "Don't ever saying something like that again. You're gay and there's nothing wrong with that."
"Then why did they beat me up?" he asked desperately.
"Because they don't understand," I said pulling him into a hug, "Some people hate things just because they don't understand."
"Dad," he said clutching onto me and sobbing into my neck.
"Shh," I said rubbing his back, "I'm here. You're okay."
Lucas and I sat in the kitchen for almost an hour before I heard knocking on the door. I pulled away from Lucas slightly only to see that he had cried himself to sleep again.
