Here's part 3. Hope it's up to standard.
WARNING: This chapter contains violence described in more detail than usual. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: See part 1
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Before I start, I'd like to thank everyone who's review my story already. And a special thank you to Kaitlyn Rose for reviewing my story on request and I know exactly what you mean about the review thing. I read many brilliant stories and I forget to review them. I don't understand why, but I do. Anyways on with the story…
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Lucas took a deep breath and walked up to his father's car. He'd said goodbye to people, without actually using the word 'goodbye'. He felt it might be an omen. 'As if thing weren't bad enough.' Lucas put his bag in the open boot and shut it. Since his father didn't like him much, he made Lucas sit in the back.
Lucas got in; put on his seatbelt and his father drove away. They were about twenty minutes away from the naval base when Lawrence pulled into an alleyway and stopped the car. "Get out!" Lawrence shouted.
Lucas quickly did as he was told. Lawrence opened the boot and took Lucas' bag out. "Get in!" Lawrence ordered, gesturing at the boot. Lucas gave his father a confused look. A look that said 'what?' Lawrence grabbed Lucas and shoved him inside slamming the boot lid down. "Make yourself comfy Lucas." Lawrence said and got back in the car and drove off.
45 minutes, one car carrier and several deliberate sharp turns later, Lawrence pulled up outside their house. Opening the boot he pulled Lucas out and dumped him on the floor. Lucas was unconscious; obviously the sharp turns had taken their tole.
Lawrence opened the door and then dragged Lucas inside. He then dragged Lucas up the stairs and dumped him on his bed, throwing his bag painfully into his stomach, causing the boy to wake up and gasp for breath.
"Hello, son. It's been a long time." Lawrence said, almost joyfully.
Lucas didn't say anything, he just stared at Lawrence, getting his breath back and clutching his stomach lightly.
"Don't ignore me!" Lawrence yelled.
"Yes dad, it has. I've missed you." 'Not!' Lucas added silently. 'seaQuest is a million times better than this place!'
"So what did you do? I mean, that cast didn't just appear out of nowhere. Did you have an accident or did someone else have to teach you a lesson?" Lawrence said, voice dripping with mockery.
"I… I… I had an a…a…accident."
"Oh yeah, what kind of accident?"
"Well, you see, the UEO asked me to do these experiments. They wanted me to find a mixture that could be put into torpedo warheads to replace plutonium. And… and there was a jolt and I kind of dropped the tubes I had these chemicals in and then they exploded and I was thrown across the room and broke my arm." Lucas said quickly. "But it was an accident, I swear. I didn't do it deliberately. Please believe me." Lucas added, pleading with his father to be kind to him… for once.
"And how much damage did you cause to the lab?"
"The damage came to about $10,000" Lucas said, looking at the floor.
"$10,000. And who did they charge?"
"Well, they said that the navy would pay half, but I would have to pay the other half. They said I was careless and didn't take precautions against something like that happening." Lucas said, losing all hope.
"And how were you planning on paying the bill?"
"Well, I was kinda thinking that you'd pay it for me, then when I get my own money I'd pay you back." Lucas answered.
"You were, were you? Well I think I should show you what I think of that." Lawrence said, ominously.
With that, Lawrence grabbed Lucas by the neck and stood him up. He delivered four hard punches to Lucas' stomach, causing the boy to gasp heavily. Lawrence then moved on to Lucas' face. He gave him five punches, two on his nose, one on his right eye and another two on his left cheek. Lucas' head was spinning, he couldn't see straight and his jaw was aching.
"Had enough yet, son?" Lawrence asked.
When Lucas didn't answer Lawrence dropped Lucas and gave him three heavy kicks to each side of his rib cage, generating cries of pain from Lucas, and a couple of cracking sounds from his ribs.
Lawrence then picked Lucas up and for a finale, threw him down the stairs. Lucas tumbled down them and then crashed into the table and chair in the hallway, bringing down the phone and a vase on top of him. Lawrence walked down the stairs and up to Lucas. He was unconscious of course, and bleeding from a cut on his forehead. A black eye was forming along with other bruises on his face and body. His breaths came in short pained gasps, even though he was unconscious.
Lawrence could also see that Lucas' left ankle was twisted at an angle and his right shoulder was dislocated. "You bring this on yourself you useless piece of shit." Lawrence said and then walked off.
Lawrence came back, dustpan and brush in hand, and cleaned up the mess, working around Lucas, and picked up the remains of the table and chair. After he'd cleaned up the mess, Lawrence went into the living room and calmly watched TV, leaving Lucas in a heap where the table used to be.
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Several hours later, Lucas' eyes opened, one only slightly open because of the bruise around it. Lucas groaned when he tried to move, he hurt all over, especially his leg and shoulder.
"Dad," Lucas whispered, "Dad, help."
"Why should I?"
"Help, me."
"No."
Lucas didn't reply, he'd fallen back into unconsciousness.
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After another hour, Lawrence got ready to take Lucas to the hospital. He nudged Lucas with his foot, waking him up. Lucas looked up at his father, fear in his eyes. "You know what to say don't you?" Lawrence asked, warning him. Lucas nodded. "Good."
Lucas passed out again, in too much pain to stay awake for long.
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After an almost routine procedure for Lawrence, Lucas was put in the car and taken to the hospital, where Lawrence put on his 'distraught parent' act. When asked what had happed Lawrence answered, "I don't know, I came in from work and there he was, at the bottom of the stairs, unconscious. I got him here as soon as I could." Lawrence said, perfectly in role.
"Well don't worry, we'll have him sorted out quicker than you can blink." The doctor said, trying to ease Lawrence's faked tension.
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Two hours, one x-ray, a braced leg, two re-located limbs, and one strapped ribcage later, Lucas was in a private room, alone, hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor. Lucas himself, was staring at the ceiling, thinking. 'At least there are 19 more days to heal' The doctors had discovered a hair- line fracture in his leg so it had to be braced and Lucas would need crutches for three weeks.
Lucas had followed up on his father's story, confirming everything Lawrence had said. Lucas had been told that he'd be in the hospital for three days, mainly for monitoring, but also a quiet place to recover. After that, unknowingly, the doctors would send him back to his father and his own personal hellhole.
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Three days later:
Lucas hobbled out of the hospital and over to his father's car. He'd made a quick recovery and they'd let him out, as promised, three days later. His father didn't make it easy for him though, he'd parked his car in the farthest space he could find from the doors, and made Lucas hobble along unaided.
When Lucas got to the car, he was breathing heavily. That had been a struggle. He wasn't at full strength yet so he had orders to take it easy.
The drive back was silent and Lawrence only opened the door let Lucas do the rest. As soon as he was in the house, Lucas laid down on the sofa and went to sleep. Praying that no nightmares would come tonight, like in the hospital. Lucas was feeling confident as well. Lawrence had told him that he was going away for 2 weeks. '14 Lawrence-free days. Whoopee!' Lucas thought, very serious not sarcastic. It was just the few days after Lawrence came back he'd have to be careful in.
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Lawrence left the following day, giving Lucas the usual warnings about not messing the house up or wasting more money. Lucas had nodded, but still got a punch in the face. A 'present' his father had said. 'Thanks dad' Lucas thought.
Lucas sat watching 'Wheel Of Fortune' on the TV and about half way through he fell asleep, hoping for a restful, healing dream-free night.
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That's all for now, Part 4 coming soon. Please R&R.
WARNING: This chapter contains violence described in more detail than usual. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: See part 1
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Before I start, I'd like to thank everyone who's review my story already. And a special thank you to Kaitlyn Rose for reviewing my story on request and I know exactly what you mean about the review thing. I read many brilliant stories and I forget to review them. I don't understand why, but I do. Anyways on with the story…
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Lucas took a deep breath and walked up to his father's car. He'd said goodbye to people, without actually using the word 'goodbye'. He felt it might be an omen. 'As if thing weren't bad enough.' Lucas put his bag in the open boot and shut it. Since his father didn't like him much, he made Lucas sit in the back.
Lucas got in; put on his seatbelt and his father drove away. They were about twenty minutes away from the naval base when Lawrence pulled into an alleyway and stopped the car. "Get out!" Lawrence shouted.
Lucas quickly did as he was told. Lawrence opened the boot and took Lucas' bag out. "Get in!" Lawrence ordered, gesturing at the boot. Lucas gave his father a confused look. A look that said 'what?' Lawrence grabbed Lucas and shoved him inside slamming the boot lid down. "Make yourself comfy Lucas." Lawrence said and got back in the car and drove off.
45 minutes, one car carrier and several deliberate sharp turns later, Lawrence pulled up outside their house. Opening the boot he pulled Lucas out and dumped him on the floor. Lucas was unconscious; obviously the sharp turns had taken their tole.
Lawrence opened the door and then dragged Lucas inside. He then dragged Lucas up the stairs and dumped him on his bed, throwing his bag painfully into his stomach, causing the boy to wake up and gasp for breath.
"Hello, son. It's been a long time." Lawrence said, almost joyfully.
Lucas didn't say anything, he just stared at Lawrence, getting his breath back and clutching his stomach lightly.
"Don't ignore me!" Lawrence yelled.
"Yes dad, it has. I've missed you." 'Not!' Lucas added silently. 'seaQuest is a million times better than this place!'
"So what did you do? I mean, that cast didn't just appear out of nowhere. Did you have an accident or did someone else have to teach you a lesson?" Lawrence said, voice dripping with mockery.
"I… I… I had an a…a…accident."
"Oh yeah, what kind of accident?"
"Well, you see, the UEO asked me to do these experiments. They wanted me to find a mixture that could be put into torpedo warheads to replace plutonium. And… and there was a jolt and I kind of dropped the tubes I had these chemicals in and then they exploded and I was thrown across the room and broke my arm." Lucas said quickly. "But it was an accident, I swear. I didn't do it deliberately. Please believe me." Lucas added, pleading with his father to be kind to him… for once.
"And how much damage did you cause to the lab?"
"The damage came to about $10,000" Lucas said, looking at the floor.
"$10,000. And who did they charge?"
"Well, they said that the navy would pay half, but I would have to pay the other half. They said I was careless and didn't take precautions against something like that happening." Lucas said, losing all hope.
"And how were you planning on paying the bill?"
"Well, I was kinda thinking that you'd pay it for me, then when I get my own money I'd pay you back." Lucas answered.
"You were, were you? Well I think I should show you what I think of that." Lawrence said, ominously.
With that, Lawrence grabbed Lucas by the neck and stood him up. He delivered four hard punches to Lucas' stomach, causing the boy to gasp heavily. Lawrence then moved on to Lucas' face. He gave him five punches, two on his nose, one on his right eye and another two on his left cheek. Lucas' head was spinning, he couldn't see straight and his jaw was aching.
"Had enough yet, son?" Lawrence asked.
When Lucas didn't answer Lawrence dropped Lucas and gave him three heavy kicks to each side of his rib cage, generating cries of pain from Lucas, and a couple of cracking sounds from his ribs.
Lawrence then picked Lucas up and for a finale, threw him down the stairs. Lucas tumbled down them and then crashed into the table and chair in the hallway, bringing down the phone and a vase on top of him. Lawrence walked down the stairs and up to Lucas. He was unconscious of course, and bleeding from a cut on his forehead. A black eye was forming along with other bruises on his face and body. His breaths came in short pained gasps, even though he was unconscious.
Lawrence could also see that Lucas' left ankle was twisted at an angle and his right shoulder was dislocated. "You bring this on yourself you useless piece of shit." Lawrence said and then walked off.
Lawrence came back, dustpan and brush in hand, and cleaned up the mess, working around Lucas, and picked up the remains of the table and chair. After he'd cleaned up the mess, Lawrence went into the living room and calmly watched TV, leaving Lucas in a heap where the table used to be.
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Several hours later, Lucas' eyes opened, one only slightly open because of the bruise around it. Lucas groaned when he tried to move, he hurt all over, especially his leg and shoulder.
"Dad," Lucas whispered, "Dad, help."
"Why should I?"
"Help, me."
"No."
Lucas didn't reply, he'd fallen back into unconsciousness.
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After another hour, Lawrence got ready to take Lucas to the hospital. He nudged Lucas with his foot, waking him up. Lucas looked up at his father, fear in his eyes. "You know what to say don't you?" Lawrence asked, warning him. Lucas nodded. "Good."
Lucas passed out again, in too much pain to stay awake for long.
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After an almost routine procedure for Lawrence, Lucas was put in the car and taken to the hospital, where Lawrence put on his 'distraught parent' act. When asked what had happed Lawrence answered, "I don't know, I came in from work and there he was, at the bottom of the stairs, unconscious. I got him here as soon as I could." Lawrence said, perfectly in role.
"Well don't worry, we'll have him sorted out quicker than you can blink." The doctor said, trying to ease Lawrence's faked tension.
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Two hours, one x-ray, a braced leg, two re-located limbs, and one strapped ribcage later, Lucas was in a private room, alone, hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor. Lucas himself, was staring at the ceiling, thinking. 'At least there are 19 more days to heal' The doctors had discovered a hair- line fracture in his leg so it had to be braced and Lucas would need crutches for three weeks.
Lucas had followed up on his father's story, confirming everything Lawrence had said. Lucas had been told that he'd be in the hospital for three days, mainly for monitoring, but also a quiet place to recover. After that, unknowingly, the doctors would send him back to his father and his own personal hellhole.
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Three days later:
Lucas hobbled out of the hospital and over to his father's car. He'd made a quick recovery and they'd let him out, as promised, three days later. His father didn't make it easy for him though, he'd parked his car in the farthest space he could find from the doors, and made Lucas hobble along unaided.
When Lucas got to the car, he was breathing heavily. That had been a struggle. He wasn't at full strength yet so he had orders to take it easy.
The drive back was silent and Lawrence only opened the door let Lucas do the rest. As soon as he was in the house, Lucas laid down on the sofa and went to sleep. Praying that no nightmares would come tonight, like in the hospital. Lucas was feeling confident as well. Lawrence had told him that he was going away for 2 weeks. '14 Lawrence-free days. Whoopee!' Lucas thought, very serious not sarcastic. It was just the few days after Lawrence came back he'd have to be careful in.
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Lawrence left the following day, giving Lucas the usual warnings about not messing the house up or wasting more money. Lucas had nodded, but still got a punch in the face. A 'present' his father had said. 'Thanks dad' Lucas thought.
Lucas sat watching 'Wheel Of Fortune' on the TV and about half way through he fell asleep, hoping for a restful, healing dream-free night.
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That's all for now, Part 4 coming soon. Please R&R.