Disclaimer: See part one.
Here's part five… enjoy! WARNING: Mild bad language used in this chapter. Please R&R.
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3 Weeks Later:
Lucas looked at his watch. The time was 12:45pm. Just fifteen more minutes till Lawrence came back to let him out. Lawrence was a very precise person amongst other things. Lucas would serve his punishment to the very last second.
Lucas sat staring into space whilst the fifteen minutes went slowly past. As expected, at the very second the fifteen minutes ended, Lucas could hear Lawrence unbolting the door.
"Time's up Lucas. I hope you've learned your lesson this time." Lawrence said in his usual dangerous tone.
Lucas accepted the hidden threat with a nod.
Lawrence came down the stairs and picked Lucas up. Since Lucas had a broken leg and hand he couldn't use crutches to help himself walk. Even Lawrence had enough heart to not torture him by making him climb the stairs unaided.
Lawrence walked into the name and deposited Lucas on the living room couch. "Amuse yourself however you like. Within reason of course." Lawrence said in a bored tone and then left the room.
Lucas was glad to be sitting on the couch, finally out of that room. He lifted his shirt up and wasn't surprised by the fact that he could see his ribs standing out against his skin. He knew he'd lost weight. Surviving by yourself was difficult especially if you had a broken hand and leg at the same time.
Lucas wasn't bothered though. He'd been thinner than he currently was on many different occasions. This wasn't the first time and looking at his current situation wouldn't be the last. His first task was to somehow get through the next week or so till he got his casts removed without pissing his father off and sustaining more injury.
All he had to do was follow his father's instructions and be extra polite when he was asking something. He was about to try it out.
"Dad." Lucas shouted mildly.
"Yes Lucas?" Lawrence asked.
"Could you help me get to the bathroom please?" Lucas then asked.
"I'll be there in a minute." Lawrence replied.
'That went pretty well. Another week of this and I'll be home and dry.' Lucas thought.
Once Lucas had done his business, Lawrence put Lucas in his room, where he quickly fell asleep.
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About half an hour later Lucas woke. One thing had become perfectly clear: either he spent the next year and a bit being beaten by his father, possibly driving him insane, or he could run away and do his best to support himself for as long as possible, whilst risking getting caught and beaten.
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Lucas spent the next week plotting his escape. He'd decided that the risk was worth it. He didn't want to die at the hands of his father and he certainly didn't want to go insane. Today was the day his casts were removed. Lucas and his father left for the hospital and arrived in time for Lucas' 12:30 appointment.
Lucas sat on the bed whilst his casts were sawn off. He flexed the fingers of his formally broken hand. 'A little stiff, but okay.' Lucas thought. Lucas knew his leg was fine. It was only a minor break.
Lawrence thanked the doctor and Lucas received the usual 'take care of yourself' lecture from the doctor. Lawrence walked to the car with Lucas following close behind. The ride home was deathly quiet and Lucas felt his nervousness grow the closer he got to home. 'Nearly show time' Lucas thought.
As they made their way into the living room, Lucas grabbed the skeleton key that always sat on the hall table and shoved it in his pocket along with the front door key. They sat watching TV for about an hour before Lucas put his plan into action.
"May I use the bathroom please?" Lucas asked Lawrence.
"If you must." Lawrence replied in a disinterested tone.
Lucas got up and calmly walked out the living room. He then turned around, slammed it shut and locked it, breaking the key off in the lock. He then grabbed his pre-packed backpack, opened the front door, and again locked it behind him, snapping the key in the lock.
Even though he was now outside, he could hear Lawrence yelling and pounding. He knew the antics with the door were just delaying tactics. Lawrence would soon break them down and come after him. His father of course, being a rich bastard, owned a brand new Mercedes. With that he could chase Lucas down in minutes.
Two hours after 'jail break', Lawrence had broken down both doors and was on the lookout for Lucas.
Lucas on the other hand was walking along the motorway heading for any place he could find, constantly on alert for his dad.
Lucas continually looked over his shoulder, seeing if his father was coming yet. He quickened his pace knowing that he had slowed himself down and he needed a big head start on his father.
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Lawrence, of course, was driving along the same stretch of motorway, at the speed limit. He didn't want to attract attention to himself. He could see a figure walking ahead of him with his back to him. Lawrence pulled over onto the hard shoulder and waited for the figure to turn around. He had a feeling it was Lucas, but he had to wait for confirmation.
Lucas checked over his shoulder again and almost collapsed when he saw his father's Mercedes parked a few meters away. Lucas took off heading for a row of trees to hide in.
Lawrence on the other hand had jumped out of his car and gave chase to Lucas all the while shouting: "You wait till I get my hands on you, you worthless piece of shit! You think you've felt pain? Well, I'll give you more pain than you've ever felt before!"
Lucas was now running for his life. Yes, his father had hurt him badly in the past, but he had a feeling his Dad was going to take it to a much higher level. He'd never run from hi father before, fearing the consequences, now he wished he hadn't done it. He had absolutely no idea what his father would do to him if he caught him. He didn't want to find out either…
That' part 5 for you hope you liked it! Part 6 out ASAP. I promise! No threats needed… yet!
Here's part five… enjoy! WARNING: Mild bad language used in this chapter. Please R&R.
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3 Weeks Later:
Lucas looked at his watch. The time was 12:45pm. Just fifteen more minutes till Lawrence came back to let him out. Lawrence was a very precise person amongst other things. Lucas would serve his punishment to the very last second.
Lucas sat staring into space whilst the fifteen minutes went slowly past. As expected, at the very second the fifteen minutes ended, Lucas could hear Lawrence unbolting the door.
"Time's up Lucas. I hope you've learned your lesson this time." Lawrence said in his usual dangerous tone.
Lucas accepted the hidden threat with a nod.
Lawrence came down the stairs and picked Lucas up. Since Lucas had a broken leg and hand he couldn't use crutches to help himself walk. Even Lawrence had enough heart to not torture him by making him climb the stairs unaided.
Lawrence walked into the name and deposited Lucas on the living room couch. "Amuse yourself however you like. Within reason of course." Lawrence said in a bored tone and then left the room.
Lucas was glad to be sitting on the couch, finally out of that room. He lifted his shirt up and wasn't surprised by the fact that he could see his ribs standing out against his skin. He knew he'd lost weight. Surviving by yourself was difficult especially if you had a broken hand and leg at the same time.
Lucas wasn't bothered though. He'd been thinner than he currently was on many different occasions. This wasn't the first time and looking at his current situation wouldn't be the last. His first task was to somehow get through the next week or so till he got his casts removed without pissing his father off and sustaining more injury.
All he had to do was follow his father's instructions and be extra polite when he was asking something. He was about to try it out.
"Dad." Lucas shouted mildly.
"Yes Lucas?" Lawrence asked.
"Could you help me get to the bathroom please?" Lucas then asked.
"I'll be there in a minute." Lawrence replied.
'That went pretty well. Another week of this and I'll be home and dry.' Lucas thought.
Once Lucas had done his business, Lawrence put Lucas in his room, where he quickly fell asleep.
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About half an hour later Lucas woke. One thing had become perfectly clear: either he spent the next year and a bit being beaten by his father, possibly driving him insane, or he could run away and do his best to support himself for as long as possible, whilst risking getting caught and beaten.
*****************************
Lucas spent the next week plotting his escape. He'd decided that the risk was worth it. He didn't want to die at the hands of his father and he certainly didn't want to go insane. Today was the day his casts were removed. Lucas and his father left for the hospital and arrived in time for Lucas' 12:30 appointment.
Lucas sat on the bed whilst his casts were sawn off. He flexed the fingers of his formally broken hand. 'A little stiff, but okay.' Lucas thought. Lucas knew his leg was fine. It was only a minor break.
Lawrence thanked the doctor and Lucas received the usual 'take care of yourself' lecture from the doctor. Lawrence walked to the car with Lucas following close behind. The ride home was deathly quiet and Lucas felt his nervousness grow the closer he got to home. 'Nearly show time' Lucas thought.
As they made their way into the living room, Lucas grabbed the skeleton key that always sat on the hall table and shoved it in his pocket along with the front door key. They sat watching TV for about an hour before Lucas put his plan into action.
"May I use the bathroom please?" Lucas asked Lawrence.
"If you must." Lawrence replied in a disinterested tone.
Lucas got up and calmly walked out the living room. He then turned around, slammed it shut and locked it, breaking the key off in the lock. He then grabbed his pre-packed backpack, opened the front door, and again locked it behind him, snapping the key in the lock.
Even though he was now outside, he could hear Lawrence yelling and pounding. He knew the antics with the door were just delaying tactics. Lawrence would soon break them down and come after him. His father of course, being a rich bastard, owned a brand new Mercedes. With that he could chase Lucas down in minutes.
Two hours after 'jail break', Lawrence had broken down both doors and was on the lookout for Lucas.
Lucas on the other hand was walking along the motorway heading for any place he could find, constantly on alert for his dad.
Lucas continually looked over his shoulder, seeing if his father was coming yet. He quickened his pace knowing that he had slowed himself down and he needed a big head start on his father.
*****************************
Lawrence, of course, was driving along the same stretch of motorway, at the speed limit. He didn't want to attract attention to himself. He could see a figure walking ahead of him with his back to him. Lawrence pulled over onto the hard shoulder and waited for the figure to turn around. He had a feeling it was Lucas, but he had to wait for confirmation.
Lucas checked over his shoulder again and almost collapsed when he saw his father's Mercedes parked a few meters away. Lucas took off heading for a row of trees to hide in.
Lawrence on the other hand had jumped out of his car and gave chase to Lucas all the while shouting: "You wait till I get my hands on you, you worthless piece of shit! You think you've felt pain? Well, I'll give you more pain than you've ever felt before!"
Lucas was now running for his life. Yes, his father had hurt him badly in the past, but he had a feeling his Dad was going to take it to a much higher level. He'd never run from hi father before, fearing the consequences, now he wished he hadn't done it. He had absolutely no idea what his father would do to him if he caught him. He didn't want to find out either…
That' part 5 for you hope you liked it! Part 6 out ASAP. I promise! No threats needed… yet!