LCH14
LCH14
It was two weeks later that Bodie picked up his phone seeing an unfamiliar number on the screen. Frowning, he flipped it open and spoke.
"Who the fuck is this." He snapped. Billy was in a broody mood, which meant that everyone else was in a mood too. The line was silent and Bodie was about to say something really rude when a soft melodious voice floated through.
"You shouldn't give you number to people you don't want to call you."
"Little lion? Is that you?" the kids' voice had deepened a notch. Billy's head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. Bodie waved him off.
"Were you expecting someone else to call?"
"Yeah – no, I mean no." he said hurriedly, knowing Lucas would hang up if he thought he was being a nuisance. Lucas's light chuckles drifted over the live.
"Don't laugh at me, you brat." Bodie growled, but there was no heat behind the words.
"Don't make me promise something I can't keep." The brat was giggling now.
"Fine, so how are you doing? We can't find you anywhere."
"That's because you're not looking in the right places."
"You think? Where the fuck are you?"
"New York."
"Wha- no fucking wonder. What you doing there?"
"I live here."
"Why?"
"I left home."
"Why to New York, kid? Something a bit closer to your parents would be better for you." Billy's ears perked up as he heard the name of the city. Bodie gave him a warning glare.
"They kicked me out, so I figured I might as well go somewhere I'm not going to bump into them – or Billy."
"The kicked – why? You're the sweetest kid in the world, straight A's and all –"
"Don't play stupid Bodie, I know you're not. I've never seen eye to eye with Nick and Hannah. Brendan was their Golden Boy. I would be lying if I said I felt the urge to shed a tear for his passing."
"Oh."
"Yeah…'oh'"
"So what you doing up there? Did you transfer schools?"
"I did my final exams at Christmas."
"But that's a year early."
"Year and a half actually."
"Damn, Billy said you were a smart one."
"I'll bet-ow!"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fi-fuck!"
"You're not fine! Were are you?"
"Fuck this is too soon." He heard Lucas' muffled sob into the phone.
"Lucas! What-" the line went dead
"What the fuck was that about?" Billy asked, his brow creased with worry.
"I don't know. We should get up there." He said while staring at the
"New York – we can make it in three." Billy said and bounced up from the couch.
"Let's go." Bodie said and ran after Billy out the door.
Lucas moaned in pain. God, it hurt so much. He'd called 911, but they were busy. Busy! How the fuck could they be busy. It wasn't that they had too much to do; the fuckers didn't pick up the phone!
His phone rang again, and tiredly he picked up. "We're on our way up kiddo. What's your address?"
Lucas groaned. He didn't want them to find him like this, but he was not able too move much, let alone drive anywhere. Without a word he hung up.
"What the fuck? He hung up!" Bodie exclaimed.
Billy growled and stepped on the gas. They were already on the highway and it was almost clear as rush hour had passed.
A few minutes later Bodie's phone beeped loudly. He flipped it open and smirked. "He sent the address. Kid probably knew we'd forget on the way."
"He knows us too damn well." Billy said deadpanned and kicked the gas hard.
They made it in two. They had been stopped in a speed control half way, but the officer just took a look at Billy's face, choked up and waved them on.
The second they pulled up on the right street Billy was out of the car almost before it stopped. It wasn't too hard finding out which one Lucas lived in, seeing his very noticeable car stood right outside the door. Bodie noticed in the passing that the paint was as smooth and shiny as it was the day it was painted. The Darley gang wasn't exactly unknown in New York, and the tribal patterns were their 'colours'.
Billy bounded up the three floors to Lucas' flat. The door wasn't locked so he just ran in, Bodie hot in his heels.
Billy arched a brow as he scanned the living room, it was a dump. Systematically they searched the flat.
"Billy! Found him – bedroom."
Billy ran into the only room he hadn't been in. He snorted. Of course, this was New York. Apparently Lucas hadn't forgotten. What stupid assed robber would bother to search the place after they saw the living room?
"How is he?"
"Unconscious…and pregnant."
A/N i know it's short, but im updating quickly to make up for it.