Disclaimer: See part one.
Here's part four... enjoy! WARNING: This chapter contains some violence. Don't read it if you don't like it.
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The next day Lucas was nicely settled in his hospital bed. Despite his hate for Lucas, Lawrence had got him a private room. A fact Lucas was very grateful for. At least he could have his nightmares in peace.
Lucas looked up as the door to his room opened, admitting Lawrence and Lucas' doctor.
"Hello Lucas, how are you this morning?" The doctor questioned in a cheerful manner.
"Better thank you doctor." Lucas said quietly.
The doctor then checked Lucas' vitals and his pain medication. "Well, it seems that you're doing well. We may be able to release you a bit earlier, maybe next week. Now, since your father is here, I'll leave you two to alone for a while." The doctor said as he opened the door and left the room.
Lawrence's expression, which had remained pleasant-looking whilst the doctor was in the room, immediately darkened when the door closed. Lucas gulped, his father had new for him, and he was damn sure he wasn't going to like it. Not one little bit.
"Lucas, it's good to hear that there's a chance of you getting out early. I can't wait to get you home." Lawrence said with mock-warmth. "You do know where you'll be sleeping and living when you get out don't you?" Lawrence now questioned Lucas.
"Yes dad I understand." Lucas answered mildly, trying not to irritate his father in his current state of health. He couldn't defend himself or curl into a ball even if he tried.
"Well, I'll make sure it's ready for you when you come home, you'll be there for a week or two." Lawrence stated flatly.
"Yes dad." Lucas said, looking at the ceiling.
"See you soon Lucas," Lawrence said as he walked out the door. Shutting it behind him.
"Thank you so much dad!" Lucas hissed quietly.
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Later that night Lucas was moaning and twisting slightly in his sleep. He was gripped in one of his regular nightmares. He seemed to have more away from home or just after a beating.
In his nightmare Lucas was hiding from his father, not unlike real life. He had hidden in the basement behind boxes.
Lucas tensed as he heard his father coming down the stairs and began searching for him, not caring if he broke anything or made a complete mess.
"Lucas! Show yourself now before you make me really angry!" Lawrence roared.
Lucas came out from behind the boxes, he didn't see how he could avoid the inevitable. He walked over to where his father was standing. His father's angry eyes followed him without so much as a blink.
"Stand there you useless little shit!" Lawrence ordered. Lucas did as he was told. His eyes widened when he saw what his father was carrying, a baseball bat, a big one.
Lucas had no warning, Lawrence hit him with the bat, on his legs, his side, his arms, back, stomach and finally his head. He fell into unconsciousness immediately.
Lawrence picked him up and took him outside. His house was a very old one. Pre-war to be exact. It had an old bomb shelter/coal storage shed.
Lawrence had put a fridge down there, along with a bed and nightlight. He placed Lucas on the bed, wrote a quick note and locked the door.
Lucas woke several hours later. He looked around and saw his father's note. It read;
Lucas,
To punish you, I've locked you in here. You've got enough food and water to last your punishment. It's two weeks this time. Don't worry you've got all the facilities you need. See you in two weeks.
`Great, shut in this hole with a concussion!" Lucas thought. He went up to the door and started banging on it until his fists hurt. "Let me out! You can't do this to me! Let me out!" Lucas screamed until his throat hurt.
Giving up, he slumped to the floor, crying. "Please let me out." Lucas whispered.
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Lucas woke with a gasp. He looked around. Good, he hadn't attracted attention to himself.
`So that's what dear old dad is going to do, he could use some new ideas.' Lucas thought sarcastically.
`Two or more weeks in that crap hole,' Lucas knew his father never went under two weeks before letting him out. Lucas had safely conserved his food and water over the time. He knew he could do it again.
With that, Lucas settled into an uneasy sleep.
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Lucas progressed well over the next week, so much so that he could go home.
At 2PM that day, his father collected him. Since one hand was broken, he couldn't use crutches, his father would be responsible for moving him.
So Lucas sat in the back of his father's brand new Mercedes, waiting for him to come back. He was careful not to mark the seats or the door. He knew that the car had cost in excess of $60,000 and that would extend his punishment.
"Okay, Lucas time for your punishment!" Lawrence announced, almost happily.
Lawrence picked Lucas up, and as in his nightmare, carried him to the storage shed.
Lawrence went into the shelter, put Lucas on the bed and faced him. "See you in three weeks Lucas. You know the drill." Lawrence said leaving and locking the door securely.
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Lucas laid awkwardly on the bed knowing that all pain thresholds were going to have to be overcome, if he was to survive.
For now, Lucas was left to contemplate the four walls around him for the next three weeks. All alone with his fear, pain and depression. He needed to take desperate measures to escape his father with his life.
On that thought Lucas fell into a deep, pained sleep.
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That's part 4 for you. Part 5 out as soon as I get a new idea.
Here's part four... enjoy! WARNING: This chapter contains some violence. Don't read it if you don't like it.
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The next day Lucas was nicely settled in his hospital bed. Despite his hate for Lucas, Lawrence had got him a private room. A fact Lucas was very grateful for. At least he could have his nightmares in peace.
Lucas looked up as the door to his room opened, admitting Lawrence and Lucas' doctor.
"Hello Lucas, how are you this morning?" The doctor questioned in a cheerful manner.
"Better thank you doctor." Lucas said quietly.
The doctor then checked Lucas' vitals and his pain medication. "Well, it seems that you're doing well. We may be able to release you a bit earlier, maybe next week. Now, since your father is here, I'll leave you two to alone for a while." The doctor said as he opened the door and left the room.
Lawrence's expression, which had remained pleasant-looking whilst the doctor was in the room, immediately darkened when the door closed. Lucas gulped, his father had new for him, and he was damn sure he wasn't going to like it. Not one little bit.
"Lucas, it's good to hear that there's a chance of you getting out early. I can't wait to get you home." Lawrence said with mock-warmth. "You do know where you'll be sleeping and living when you get out don't you?" Lawrence now questioned Lucas.
"Yes dad I understand." Lucas answered mildly, trying not to irritate his father in his current state of health. He couldn't defend himself or curl into a ball even if he tried.
"Well, I'll make sure it's ready for you when you come home, you'll be there for a week or two." Lawrence stated flatly.
"Yes dad." Lucas said, looking at the ceiling.
"See you soon Lucas," Lawrence said as he walked out the door. Shutting it behind him.
"Thank you so much dad!" Lucas hissed quietly.
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Later that night Lucas was moaning and twisting slightly in his sleep. He was gripped in one of his regular nightmares. He seemed to have more away from home or just after a beating.
In his nightmare Lucas was hiding from his father, not unlike real life. He had hidden in the basement behind boxes.
Lucas tensed as he heard his father coming down the stairs and began searching for him, not caring if he broke anything or made a complete mess.
"Lucas! Show yourself now before you make me really angry!" Lawrence roared.
Lucas came out from behind the boxes, he didn't see how he could avoid the inevitable. He walked over to where his father was standing. His father's angry eyes followed him without so much as a blink.
"Stand there you useless little shit!" Lawrence ordered. Lucas did as he was told. His eyes widened when he saw what his father was carrying, a baseball bat, a big one.
Lucas had no warning, Lawrence hit him with the bat, on his legs, his side, his arms, back, stomach and finally his head. He fell into unconsciousness immediately.
Lawrence picked him up and took him outside. His house was a very old one. Pre-war to be exact. It had an old bomb shelter/coal storage shed.
Lawrence had put a fridge down there, along with a bed and nightlight. He placed Lucas on the bed, wrote a quick note and locked the door.
Lucas woke several hours later. He looked around and saw his father's note. It read;
Lucas,
To punish you, I've locked you in here. You've got enough food and water to last your punishment. It's two weeks this time. Don't worry you've got all the facilities you need. See you in two weeks.
`Great, shut in this hole with a concussion!" Lucas thought. He went up to the door and started banging on it until his fists hurt. "Let me out! You can't do this to me! Let me out!" Lucas screamed until his throat hurt.
Giving up, he slumped to the floor, crying. "Please let me out." Lucas whispered.
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Lucas woke with a gasp. He looked around. Good, he hadn't attracted attention to himself.
`So that's what dear old dad is going to do, he could use some new ideas.' Lucas thought sarcastically.
`Two or more weeks in that crap hole,' Lucas knew his father never went under two weeks before letting him out. Lucas had safely conserved his food and water over the time. He knew he could do it again.
With that, Lucas settled into an uneasy sleep.
*****************************
Lucas progressed well over the next week, so much so that he could go home.
At 2PM that day, his father collected him. Since one hand was broken, he couldn't use crutches, his father would be responsible for moving him.
So Lucas sat in the back of his father's brand new Mercedes, waiting for him to come back. He was careful not to mark the seats or the door. He knew that the car had cost in excess of $60,000 and that would extend his punishment.
"Okay, Lucas time for your punishment!" Lawrence announced, almost happily.
Lawrence picked Lucas up, and as in his nightmare, carried him to the storage shed.
Lawrence went into the shelter, put Lucas on the bed and faced him. "See you in three weeks Lucas. You know the drill." Lawrence said leaving and locking the door securely.
*****************************
Lucas laid awkwardly on the bed knowing that all pain thresholds were going to have to be overcome, if he was to survive.
For now, Lucas was left to contemplate the four walls around him for the next three weeks. All alone with his fear, pain and depression. He needed to take desperate measures to escape his father with his life.
On that thought Lucas fell into a deep, pained sleep.
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That's part 4 for you. Part 5 out as soon as I get a new idea.