At last! One of the moments you've all been waiting for! :D
"Can't we pick the lock?" asked Nick.
Owen was hunched over with one hand clutching the gate, "If we can find anything to pick it with."
"There has to be something!"
Owen sighed in frustration before a noise made the boys alert.
Nick spoke, "That sounded like a scream."
"And it sounded like Dad's."
They heard the voice of Gluskin next, "You all want to leave me? Is that it? You want to leave me? Fine! Go! You and the rest of these ungrateful sluts!"
The brothers remained absolutely silent, afraid that they wouldn't hear something important if they talked. When the door that lead out into the courtyard opened, they held their breaths. In came Waylon Park, closing the door without noticing his sons. He had a terrible limp and it didn't take long to see why. Blood stains new and old were evident on one of his pant legs by his foot. He was badly scratched up and there was a large bruise on his cheek. He looked far worse than either of the children.
Owen and Nick put their arms through the holes of the gate, reaching out to Waylon and yelling, "Dad!"
Waylon whipped to his left and saw them. To say he was shocked to see them was an understatement. It had to have been a hallucination. A wave of emotions overcame him as his mouth hung open in surprise. The limp and broken ribs completely forgotten, he ran to the gate. He quickly kneeled and fit his arms through the gate as best as he could so that he could hug his sons. It was a tight fit and it hurt, but Waylon didn't find it in himself to care. He was hugging his boys and they weren't an illusion. That was all that mattered.
Nick and Owen also hugged Waylon, clutching onto him as if afraid he would disappear if they let go. Finally, after hours of searching and worrying, here was there father. Grant it he was obviously injured, but he was alive. Tears slid onto the wooden floor as the boys gave out choked sobs. They wanted to be brave and tough, but they failed to not weep tears of joy.
The three didn't know how long they had stayed this way. They didn't keep track. All they could focus on was that they were together again. While happiness was one emotion Waylon felt, fear latched onto him at seeing his children in such a dangerous place. All of the terrible things that could have happened to them...
"Owen... Nick..." Waylon sniffed as tears fell out of his eyes.
Owen was astounded, "Dad... are you crying?!"
Waylon pulled away, settling on holding their hands, "Are you two alright?!"
Nick wiped his eyes, "Yeah."
Waylon nodded, "I don't want you both here! You should be at home asleep! And safe! What happened?!"
"We came here to get you out of the asylum," said Owen, "We didn't know it was this bad!"
Nick butted in, "We need to get home to Mommy! We told her we were going to Tyler's and now she's probably worried!"
Mentally kicking himself for not trying the door before, Waylon reached for the knob.
Owen noticed, "Pal locked the door."
"Pal?"
"He's our friend!" exclaimed Nick, "We have to bring him with us!"
Waylon cupped Nick's cheek, "We'll get you two out of here and then we'll come back for him. Alright?"
Hesitantly, Nick nodded.
"What are we going to do?" asked Owen.
"You and your brother wait here for me. I'm going to get the key to this door." Hearing that their father was going to leave, the boys began to protest. "I'll be right back. Don't worry. Just stay here where it's safe. I'll be back before you know it."
Waylon gave each son a kiss on the forehead before leaving to search for the key. The brothers held hands as they waited. Hugging could wait for when they got their father back once and for all.
"I've got it!" exclaimed Waylon.
The boys' faces lit up like Christmas trees when they saw Waylon limping over to them with a key. Waylon himself, was smiling despite the pain of walking on his injured foot. It only grew wider when he inserted the key and turned it.
"DAD!" screamed Owen.
Waylon was pushed against the gate before being pulled back and turned around. His assailant punched him so hard in the face that blood flew out of his mouth and Waylon fell onto his stomach. The sight of seeing Eddie Gluskin stab a man several times until his guts fell out flashed through the minds of the children. Owen laid down and reached for the golden key that had been dropped. It was so far away that Owen's fingertips barely touched it.
Nick, feeling utterly useless, was on the verge of tears, "DADDY GET UP!"
Waylon did, only to turn around and have Gluskin continuously punch him in the face like a boxer.
"One more. I try..." Punch. "and I try." Punch.
Eddie shoved Waylon against the boarded up door, breaking it open. When Waylon fell on his back his broken ribs screamed in protest. The sound of him crashing through the door seemed to be the motivation Owen need to finally reach the key.
"And you all betray me!" For a moment Eddie was out of sight, but then to Waylon's horror he appeared with rope, "You can hang like the rest of them!"
"BOYS RUN!" he yelled before his voice was replaced with choking sounds.
As the rope tightened around Waylon's neck, Nick and Owen had barged out from their hiding spot. He watched them run over as he was hoisted in the air. He mentally begged them to come to their senses and leave.
"LET GO OF HIM!" screamed Owen as he leaped onto Eddie's back. He began punching Eddie on the face and shoulders. Basically anywhere he could hit.
For a moment, Waylon was dropped low enough so that Nick could jump onto him. The boy held onto his arm as the two were lifted up. He tried climbing to the rope around Waylon's neck, but it was proving difficult.
"You need to behave!" screamed Eddie as he finally managed to buck Owen off of his back.
As Owen slid off of his back, one of the boards on the ceiling collapsed, and father and son came crashing down. Somehow, the rope had pulled up a metal pole with a sharp end, impaling the Groom. Hanging in the air, the Groom gently grabbed one of Waylon's hands. Waylon was using his other hand to trap Nick's head against his chest. He didn't want him to see what had happened to the man.
"We could've been... beautiful..." was all Eddie said before he was pulled even higher and out of reach.
Waylon watched as Gluskin took his last breath. When the man finally went still, it took all of his willpower not to laugh. Never had he been so happy to see someone dead. However, he was afraid that if he laughed it would scare Owen and Nick.
His attention was taken off of Gluskin when he heard sobbing, "Don't look up, Owen!"
He looked at his eldest, who was still on the spot he landed. Owen wasn't looking up. In fact, he had his eyes screwed shut. Even though he was holding his hand over his left arm right before it met the shoulder, Waylon could see that his shirt sleeve was torn. That's also when he noticed the blood slipping between Owen's fingers.
"Owen!" he exclaimed before releasing Nick and dashing to Owen's side. "Let me see!"
Nick leaned over Waylon's shoulder and watched as Waylon had to pry Owen's hand away from his injury. Apparently, Owen had slid off of Gluskin before he himself could get impaled, but the pole had still caught his arm. Now there was a very, very deep gash on the spot his hand previously covered.
"Oh my God..." Waylon acted quickly, ripping off a piece from his cleaner jumpsuit leg and wrapping it around Owen's wound.
Nick could understand why Owen was sobbing, but it was still so weird to see his confident and collected brother cry. It actually unnerved him quite a bit, which was not good for the situation they were in.
Waylon gently but firmly grabbed Owen by the cheeks, forcing him to look at him, "Owen, listen to me."
"Dad..." Owen managed to say.
"You're going to be okay! I know how to get out of here! We should only be about ten more minutes before we can leave the asylum. Then we'll get you to a doctor!"
Nick's eyes were drawn to the makeshift bandage. Already it was staining red. Owen noticed this too, but he had to trust that his father knew what he was talking about. It didn't make the pain any better though.
"It hurts!" he sobbed out. While his legs were fine, Owen felt too dizzy to use them. His father seemed to have realized this.
Gently, Waylon lifted Owen up bridal style, "I know, I know." His own injuries insisted that he put Owen down, that it was only the boy's arm, but his love for his son was enough to ignore them. "Lets go home."
I'm sorry! D: Owen's injury is going to be important throughout the rest of the story. That was tough to write though!
I recently followed the example of a friend of mine and made a blog for this fan fiction on tumblr. It's called silkyterrier34fanfiction. If you want to, feel free to check it out! :)
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