so i know most of you tomb raider fans out there are gonna get ready to strangle me, and i'm sorry if that's the case. but i'm not trying to capture Lara's game personality, i'm creating one that gives her more of a realistic one. and i do realize that you people don't like when she's getting her butt kicked and all of this abuse crap, but that's what i'm trying to display. how if you love someone, you'll go through and do anything you can for that person.
anywayyys, here's chapter 4! R&R DISCLAIMER: i don't own tomb raider, this is not a part of the TR series, this is my own idea. i do own Jason and William :)
Chapter 4:
William Leishking didn't ever mention living with Lara. She expected him to leave once she did her end of the bargain, but he never left. He wanted more. He treated her like she was a dog, not even the good ones. To him, she was the kind of dog that is put in the pound and is full of disease.
"Woman, feed me." He demanded she do as he told her to, at his time, not hers. If she didn't, well, he smacked her around. She was angry but ashamed. She was allowing him to control her. Lara was becoming a puppet. When would he ever leave?
"Dinner won't be ready until six," she responded with disgust. "I agreed to have sex with you, not feed you. Make your own food."
He grabbed her by the throat and tossed her into the island, making her smack hard against the stone edifice. "You'll do as I tell you to do until I fancy leaving! If you want your son to stay with you, you'll make dinner RIGHT NOW!" he screamed. Lara groaned in pain and felt the blood drip from her mouth. He kicked her hard in the stomach. "NOW!"
Jason was watching in the corner entrance of the kitchen, frowning and itching to go help his mother. But Lara forbid him from ever retaliating against William, no matter what the circumstances. Lara caught sight of Jason and stood up slowly, limping over to him. "Sweetie I think it's best you go play in your room. Dinner will be ready soon, but I'll call you when it's done, okay?" she said softly and hugged him tight. He nodded and wiped the blood from her chin, then obeyed his mother and walked away.
Dinner was almost ready, until William came in and pushed Lara away from the stove and stared at the food. "What the hell is it?" he spat as he glared at her.
"It's pasta. We're having spaghetti tonight," she said in a quiet voice. Grabbing her by the neck, Will used his other hand to squeeze Lara's breast. She winced in pain and tried to get away from his cruel grip, but he resisted.
"You think that's going to feed me?" he growled and flipped the bowl over. "COOK SOME REAL FOOD! I WANT IT READY IN HALF AN HOUR!" he yelled furiously. The boiling water hit some of Lara's skin, burning it instantly, causing her to cry in excruciating pain.
"Your time schedule is unrealistic!" she responded through gritted teeth and watery eyes. He threw a towel at her and motioned for her to pick it up while he watched her. Several more burns later, she successfully cleaned the mess, and went to get a different meal.
Jason heard the door creak open and looked to see who it was, even though he already knew. He jumped up and ran to Lara the moment he saw her. "Mommy!" he gasped, grabbing her hand and leading her to the bed. Lara stopped dead in her tracts. "Jason, dinner's ready, there's already a plate on the table for you. Eat it while it's hot," she said softly. He didn't move, just stared at his mother with worried eyes.
"Jason hurry. Your food is going to get cold," she insisted again. He didn't move. Will came stomping up the stairs, face red with fury. Jason's stomach sank as he saw Will choke his mother and beat her down to the floor.
"No beverage?" he screamed as he landed a large kick to her ribs. "And what the hell are you waiting for? Get to that damn table now!" he demanded. Jason was frozen to the floor.
"Jason do as he says!" Lara pleaded, her voice cracking, her body trembling.
"You! Shut up! You're coming with me!" Will dragged Lara up by the hair and threw her across the stairs to her bedroom. The door shut with a petrifying BANG. Jason didn't see his mother for the rest of the night.
Lara's lips were swollen, she was sure that she had a broken bone or two but was in too much pain to decipher where, she had a huge black eye and red hand marks all over her body. Her hair was obviously tugged violently often; her voice was cracked and shaky. The look in her eyes was terrifying to Jason. He thought that Will was going to kill Lara soon.
Jason crept into the bedroom and saw a trail of blood leading to the bed. Will was in the Library. Jason followed the line to the bed, where he saw Lara nude in it, bruised and bloodied and swollen. She was crying. She somehow knew that he was there. Pulling the blankets over her stomach, she sat up and stared blankly into her son's eyes.
He climbed on top of the bed and brushed a finger against Lara's bruised temple, causing her to gasp and wince. Jason wanted to cry, he wanted to get help, and he wanted to see his mother smile again. The boy barely recognized this woman. "Good morning mommy," he whispered in Lara's ear. She cried more.
She was enduring this all for him, yet she felt like he would've been better off never seeing her again than seeing her like this.
Will came into the room, only to find Lara and Jason cuddling, barely. How dare Jason go in there and see what Will has done to his mother! HOW DARE HE!
"Get out! NOW!" the man screamed. The little boy knew Will was not kidding around. Lara's face went into panic mode and she nudged Jason off the bed, begging for him to leave, to do what the man said. But Will was impatient. He grabbed Jason by the shirt collar, shaking him fiercely.
Lara would take the beatings. She could handle it. But when someone was endangering her son, she would not accept that. She put herself into a zone of rage and attacked Will, doing whatever it took to free Jason. And then he was let go, just in time to see them go at each other's throats. He wasted no time in getting to a phone.
"What was the number mommy told me?" Jason panicked and strained his brain. Within a pang he remembered, and dialled for the police. Luckily all he had to say was his name and they knew where he lived. Moments later, the squad came. Jason heard screaming and yelling. Next he heard an ambulance, and seeing his mother get carried away on a hospital bed.