"Maya, I know you're not ok. Something's happened to you. Zay knows it, my mom knows it and I want answers now" Lucas demanded, looked into Maya's eyes.

The two young women stood wide eyed at the unexpected desk. May walked over to Maya at a loss for words.

"Is that-"

Maya sighed, nodding. "Yeah. It is"

May whispered to Maya. "Well, He sure is a handsome boy isn't he" May smirked but dropped it once she saw that this was serious.

"Right... I'll I just let you guys alone for some privacy-" She was a bout to head upstairs.

"No! If Maya won't tell me everything, and I sure as hell want to know, I at least need to hear it from you." Lucas stopped her. May took a seat at the table Maya was cleaning, getting a good look at him.

"Wow, you look a lot like," she gasped, turning to Maya. "Maya he looks just like-"

"I know" Maya grit her teeth. She kept her expression hidden from Lucas, not wanting to take a look at him.

"Who are you talking about! Who do I look like!?" Lucas couldn't take it anymore.

"Go home Lucas. My life is none of your damn business." She spat.

"The hell it isn't, Maya! Now stop playing around and tell me! Who are you talking about that I resemble so much?!."

Maya got up, fisting her non stitched hand and slammed it on the table.

"You look like your fucking father, Sundance! That's who you look like. Are you happy?" She shouted.

Her face went pale when she realized what she called him. She actually called him a teasing nickname ever since then.

Lucas paused, she called him something for once, that's gotta mean something. However given the circumstances this might not be best time to think much of it but who was he kidding.

"Maya, you called me-" Maya shook her head.

"Yeah and I shouldn't have, Lucas." She turned away from him. Boy was Aunt May enjoying this. It was like a sad romance book she reads on her free time. She didn't say a word but sat there waiting for the rest to happen.

"Maya, why don't you call me those nicknames anymore?" Lucas' voice sounded hurt. She never thought how much that would effect Lucas.

"I thought you didn't like when I teased you, Lucas" she said softly. It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the whole truth.

"Maya, the teasing was just a whole part of our game remember? I mean sometimes you took it too far but it was still apart of our game." Maya smiled.

"But I know that's not it. Why don't you call me Ranger Rick or Huckleberry anymore?"

She didn't want to answer him. His father wouldn't allow her to use those nicknames. He loathes those nicknames.

"Maya I'm serious, tell me why you don't call me those names anymore" His voice came out more hostile than he meant for it to be. her hands balled into a fist.

"You really want to know why I don't call you those nicknames Lucas..."

"Now, keep this between you and I. My son wouldn't like what I've done to you and he ain't gonna find out soon" he stepped forward caressing her face, his hand sliding down from her jaw to her chin.

"He calls me a nasty, dirty old man. But really I'm just looking for a little pleasure" his smile was crooked. The moon shined through the window and reached his eyes. That's when Maya realized it.

Boy did those look a lot like...

Oh my god.

No.

nononono. Her breath hitched as her heart pounded faster and faster.

She needed to remember to breathe or she would lose it.

Breathe.

Breathe.

This couldn't be. What! how?

Maya was really afraid now. This man. He wasn't someone his mother knew. He wasn't someone his mom once had an affair with. He was...

Lucas' father.

She wanted to die. This whole time, her and her mother were being abused by Lucas' dad? How did he know where to find them?Why did he want to abuse them? She was confused and scared at the same time. Lucas has told her some stories about his dad, but she didn't expect to be part of it.

"You know my son right" He slid his hands down her body and stopped at her waste.

His breath smelled of strong alcohol. Lucas told her his dad was always drinking alcohol. Couldn't go a few hours without it.

"The one you call Ranger Rick, Sundance, Hopalong..." He brought his mouth to her ear, nibbling it. "Huckleberry" He said.

Maya cringed. That was her special nickname for him. Hearing his dad say it in such a vicious way, didn't make it special anymore.

"I don't like the way that ya make fun of my son, Penelope" He grit his teeth and tightened his hold on her waist. "Thats our life, where we were born and raised. You think that's funny, Penelope?" He seethed.

"Don't call me Penelope" she spat.

Which she instantly regretted. He gripped her tighter and she was starting to get bruises on her waist.

"Did you say something, Penelope?" He glared at her.

"Did I stutter?" Maya glared at him.

Jesus Christ! Why can't I shut up! She mentally facepalmed herself. She was chained up, very exposed and vulnerable to him right now.

"Oh? Did I say you could talk back" his hand moved from her waist to her neck. He didn't hold it to tight enough to choke her, thankfully.

"I aint gon' kill ya. My son sure does know where to find the cute ones don't he? I mean your mother, she was good to me. So good to me, felt so tight around my-"

"Shut. Up." he was absolutely disgusting.

She was not going to put up with him talking about her mother in that way. His grip on her neck tightened more.

"Oh? And I thought you weren't supposed to speak." He let go of her neck, his hand slowly creeping down lower.

And lower...

And lower...

"You're next, Penelope. I just want you. All of you." His smile wickedly as he licked his lips.

He brought his hand lower until it stopped to her lace underwear. She grit her teeth.

"Why are you doing this to me" she shuddered.

"Lucas just so happens to have such a good taste in women like you, Penelope. Ain't nothing more satisfying than to see his lady friends writhing under my skin" each word came out venomous.

"You're a sex crazed bastard" Maya yelled. "I can't even imagine the shit Lucas and your wife put up with for dealing with you!"

"You really want to know why I stopped calling you those names Lucas!" She turned around, jabbing him in his chest with her finger. She was suddenly crying, May's eyebrow went up with the sudden turn of events.

"It's because your father! Those nicknames were special to me Lucas! Even if I said it as a joke, it still reminded me of you. At the campfire back in Texas when we were trying to figure out our feelings! and we almost kissed. I liked everything having to do with you a-and." she stuttered, letting her hand fall from his chest.

"He ruined it for me. You father raped my mother and nearly raped me too!" Her voice cracked.

She didn't even try to hold her tears. She's been holding onto this for 2 months, feeling like she let a whole weight off her back.

Lucas' expression darkened.

"My father... did what to you?."

It was a rhetorical question. May watched the two, the air was tense. She felt she should leave the two by themselves, feeling that she was invading some sort of privacy. He fisted his hand, turning and punched the wall. May jumped and his sudden outburst. Lucas kept his gaze on the wall, he was furious.

"Is there anything else he did..." Maya bit her lip.

"Maya! Please tell if there's anything else he did or so help me GOD!" He clenched and unclenched his fist, quickly losing patience.

"He touched me..." She said quietly.

Not wanting to see his reaction. She closed her eyes. He slowly turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry, you said he... Touched... you?" She nodded her head confirming it.

"L-Lucas..." He didn't say anything. He punched the wall again putting a small little whole in it. Dry wall falling to the ground.

Well, Texas boy has a temper. May thought to herself.

"Lucas please calm down." She spoke softly.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" He shouted.

"Maya how could you keep this from me?" His voice broke too. Maya looked up at him and noticed he was crying a little too.

"I would've helped you Maya. I would've done something." He said.

It was now silent in bakery. Maya stood frozen in place, unsure what to do. May stood by the stairwell in shock. Lucas wiped his face, fixing his jacket before quietly leaving the building.

"I- I don't know what to say... a lot just happened just now." May spoke from the back.

Maya sat down at a nearby table and rested her head in hands, "you don't need to say anything May, I know."