Disclaimer: See part one.
Here's part six, hope you like it. WARNING: Some mild violence implied. Please R&R.
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Lucas took off running towards a line of trees about a quarter of a mile from the tarmac road. All the while, he could hear his father yelling at him. Lucas kept up his running at top speed and misjudged the steepness of a ditch. He tripped and began to roll head over heels all the way down. He let out a pained scream when he felt his left knee being dislocated. He screamed louder when he felt something pierce his shoulder.
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Lawrence was approaching the point where he lost visual sight of Lucas. He heard a second scream, louder than the first, as he reached the top of the ditch. He looked down and saw Lucas lying still at the bottom, breathing rather heavily. He carefully walked down the ditch and walked up to Lucas.
Although Lawrence was a monster through and through, even he was a bit shocked at Lucas' condition. The boy was lying flat on his back. His left leg was bent at a rather awkward angle, but worse a metal pole was sticking out from his right shoulder.
Lucas turned his face towards his dad. All traces of fear were gone, replaced with a pained expression. Lucas was more concerned about getting help than he was about Lawrence's punishment. "Help me, dad. Please help me." Lucas whispered.
"Okay Lucas, don't move. I'm gonna go call an ambulance." Lawrence said as he raced back to the car to use the on board car phone. Lawrence quickly dialled 911. "I need an ambulance at junction one of the main motorway just outside Buffalo. My son's had an accident and is impaled on a metal rod," Lawrence explained once he had made contact with the operator.
"Okay sir, the ambulance and fire brigade are on their way just leave a signal for them when they arrive to show them where to find you and your son."
Lawrence hung up without so much as a 'thank you'. He took a warning triangle out of the boot and placed it behind the car, before returning to Lucas. "You are lucky you're in a bad state Lucas or you'd be in so much trouble." Lawrence said in his usual mean tone.
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Less than 10 minutes later Lawrence saw the ambulance crew coming down the ditch with the fire brigade behind them.
One of the EMT's knelt beside Lucas and wrapped a blanket around him. "What's his name?" The EMT asked Lawrence.
"His name's Lucas." Lawrence answered.
"Okay Lucas, can you hear me?" The EMT questioned.
Lucas nodded at him. "Okay, we're just gonna assess your condition. Hold still."
The other EMT's assessed the way Lucas was impaled and decided that they were going to cut the rod underneath Lucas, where some pole was exposed.
"Right Lucas, we're gonna cut the pole, you might feel a slight discomfort." The EMT told him.
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The next half an hour was spent stabilizing Lucas and cutting the bar with the Jaws of Life. Once the bar was cut Lucas was put on a stretcher and moved into the ambulance. Lucas was quickly drugged up with morphine to help with the pain. A splint was put on his leg to stabilize his knee. The bar would have to be removed back at the hospital.
As soon as the ambulance reached the hospital, ten minutes after putting Lucas in the back, with his father in tow of course, Lucas was taken into the OR.
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The doctors spent the next two hours removing the metal bar and closing the wound, after cleaning it and checking it for infection. Lucas' knee was popped back into place and put in a brace to keep it immobilized.
Lawrence, of course, had left after completing the necessary paperwork and had asked to be notified of Lucas' condition by vidphone.
Lucas was put into a private room so he could recover in peace. Lawrence had been told it would be about two days before he could see Lucas so the boy could recover more smoothly. Lawrence didn't mind though, he knew he probably would bother to visit Lucas at all and only see him when he was discharged.
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Lucas recovered slowly over the next week, slowly gaining strength. His shoulder had been immobilized as well as his leg, so he couldn't get around without assistance.
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Lucas spent another week in the hospital before finally being discharged. His knee was fine now, but his shoulder was still very stiff and he wore a sling for extra support.
When Lucas and his father, who had collected him, had arrived at home, Lawrence informed Lucas that he was going on a three-week business trip and Lucas would be left to his own devices. Since it was now just over a year till Lucas left for seaQuest so Lawrence had withdrawn him from college and he now took his lessons via the vidphone.
"Right, I'm going now so behave yourself. There's money on the side for food and the number for the hotel I'm staying at is on the fridge door. Don't call me unless it's really important. And we will talk about the running away when I get back, understood?" Lawrence said to Lucas.
"Yes dad." Lucas said quietly.
With that Lawrence left on his 'important' trip.
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Three weeks later and Lawrence pulled up outside the house and walked to the front door, carrying a bag. Lawrence took the back down to the basement. He pulled a chair into the middle of the room, next to a table. Lawrence put the bag on the table and started to pull out the contents. Some rope, cut unto four pieces, duct tape and a blindfold.
"Lucas, get your butt down here now!" Lawrence boomed.
Lucas hurried down the stairs. He was surprised to hear his father; he hadn't even heard him come in. "Lie down on the table Lucas." Lawrence ordered. "Face down."
Lucas quickly complied and Lawrence went around tying Lucas' hands and feet to each corner of the table.
Lucas just shut his eyes tightly. He knew what his father was going to do, before he even saw his father taking the whip out of the cupboard. It was a special design, custom made. Lawrence had had it made just for torturing Lucas. Like the shelter, this wasn't the first time Lawrence had done this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. The question was, once Lawrence got started, how long was it going to be before he stopped. Lucas was about to find out the answer to that question as his father cut Lucas' shirt off with some scissors and raised the whip ready for the first blow…
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That's part 6 done and dusted, part 7 out ASAP!
Here's part six, hope you like it. WARNING: Some mild violence implied. Please R&R.
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Lucas took off running towards a line of trees about a quarter of a mile from the tarmac road. All the while, he could hear his father yelling at him. Lucas kept up his running at top speed and misjudged the steepness of a ditch. He tripped and began to roll head over heels all the way down. He let out a pained scream when he felt his left knee being dislocated. He screamed louder when he felt something pierce his shoulder.
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Lawrence was approaching the point where he lost visual sight of Lucas. He heard a second scream, louder than the first, as he reached the top of the ditch. He looked down and saw Lucas lying still at the bottom, breathing rather heavily. He carefully walked down the ditch and walked up to Lucas.
Although Lawrence was a monster through and through, even he was a bit shocked at Lucas' condition. The boy was lying flat on his back. His left leg was bent at a rather awkward angle, but worse a metal pole was sticking out from his right shoulder.
Lucas turned his face towards his dad. All traces of fear were gone, replaced with a pained expression. Lucas was more concerned about getting help than he was about Lawrence's punishment. "Help me, dad. Please help me." Lucas whispered.
"Okay Lucas, don't move. I'm gonna go call an ambulance." Lawrence said as he raced back to the car to use the on board car phone. Lawrence quickly dialled 911. "I need an ambulance at junction one of the main motorway just outside Buffalo. My son's had an accident and is impaled on a metal rod," Lawrence explained once he had made contact with the operator.
"Okay sir, the ambulance and fire brigade are on their way just leave a signal for them when they arrive to show them where to find you and your son."
Lawrence hung up without so much as a 'thank you'. He took a warning triangle out of the boot and placed it behind the car, before returning to Lucas. "You are lucky you're in a bad state Lucas or you'd be in so much trouble." Lawrence said in his usual mean tone.
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Less than 10 minutes later Lawrence saw the ambulance crew coming down the ditch with the fire brigade behind them.
One of the EMT's knelt beside Lucas and wrapped a blanket around him. "What's his name?" The EMT asked Lawrence.
"His name's Lucas." Lawrence answered.
"Okay Lucas, can you hear me?" The EMT questioned.
Lucas nodded at him. "Okay, we're just gonna assess your condition. Hold still."
The other EMT's assessed the way Lucas was impaled and decided that they were going to cut the rod underneath Lucas, where some pole was exposed.
"Right Lucas, we're gonna cut the pole, you might feel a slight discomfort." The EMT told him.
*****************************
The next half an hour was spent stabilizing Lucas and cutting the bar with the Jaws of Life. Once the bar was cut Lucas was put on a stretcher and moved into the ambulance. Lucas was quickly drugged up with morphine to help with the pain. A splint was put on his leg to stabilize his knee. The bar would have to be removed back at the hospital.
As soon as the ambulance reached the hospital, ten minutes after putting Lucas in the back, with his father in tow of course, Lucas was taken into the OR.
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The doctors spent the next two hours removing the metal bar and closing the wound, after cleaning it and checking it for infection. Lucas' knee was popped back into place and put in a brace to keep it immobilized.
Lawrence, of course, had left after completing the necessary paperwork and had asked to be notified of Lucas' condition by vidphone.
Lucas was put into a private room so he could recover in peace. Lawrence had been told it would be about two days before he could see Lucas so the boy could recover more smoothly. Lawrence didn't mind though, he knew he probably would bother to visit Lucas at all and only see him when he was discharged.
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Lucas recovered slowly over the next week, slowly gaining strength. His shoulder had been immobilized as well as his leg, so he couldn't get around without assistance.
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Lucas spent another week in the hospital before finally being discharged. His knee was fine now, but his shoulder was still very stiff and he wore a sling for extra support.
When Lucas and his father, who had collected him, had arrived at home, Lawrence informed Lucas that he was going on a three-week business trip and Lucas would be left to his own devices. Since it was now just over a year till Lucas left for seaQuest so Lawrence had withdrawn him from college and he now took his lessons via the vidphone.
"Right, I'm going now so behave yourself. There's money on the side for food and the number for the hotel I'm staying at is on the fridge door. Don't call me unless it's really important. And we will talk about the running away when I get back, understood?" Lawrence said to Lucas.
"Yes dad." Lucas said quietly.
With that Lawrence left on his 'important' trip.
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Three weeks later and Lawrence pulled up outside the house and walked to the front door, carrying a bag. Lawrence took the back down to the basement. He pulled a chair into the middle of the room, next to a table. Lawrence put the bag on the table and started to pull out the contents. Some rope, cut unto four pieces, duct tape and a blindfold.
"Lucas, get your butt down here now!" Lawrence boomed.
Lucas hurried down the stairs. He was surprised to hear his father; he hadn't even heard him come in. "Lie down on the table Lucas." Lawrence ordered. "Face down."
Lucas quickly complied and Lawrence went around tying Lucas' hands and feet to each corner of the table.
Lucas just shut his eyes tightly. He knew what his father was going to do, before he even saw his father taking the whip out of the cupboard. It was a special design, custom made. Lawrence had had it made just for torturing Lucas. Like the shelter, this wasn't the first time Lawrence had done this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. The question was, once Lawrence got started, how long was it going to be before he stopped. Lucas was about to find out the answer to that question as his father cut Lucas' shirt off with some scissors and raised the whip ready for the first blow…
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That's part 6 done and dusted, part 7 out ASAP!