Who is Matt and where does he come from? Well basically, when I wrote the story I hadn't actually figured out that part, so Matt was just there. So here I go to try and explain about Matt's past! Oh and if you're wondering about Lucas's father, well good old Lawrence does come into this chapter, so it's not all that dull and boring (I hope)!

Chapter 2

"Ma…Com…o…Ma…Ma…Matt!" Matt shook at the thick fog engulfing his brain, trying to clear it a little. It worked and soon Matt was aware of a pair of eyes staring down at him. Matt screamed and began to struggle as he began to remember what had happened.

"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!! MUMMY!!!!!! I want mum and not Amy. I want Cynthia!" Matt cried.

"Matt, it's Ok. Everything's gonna be all right," Baz comforted him, holding him in a close hug. Matt's sobs gradually calmed down into nothing.

"Matt, you OK?" Baz asked. Matt just nodded, not wanting to answer.

"Where's Lucas? I want to see him." Matt finally said.

"Lucas has been hurt quite badly and I'm afraid he's still in x ray. He's gonna be OK, too. What happened, do you know?" Baz asked.

"I don't know. I just walked in and found them like that." Matt replied.

"In that case, only Lucas knows what happened. Poor kid, poor kid." Baz muttered.

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In a private room, later that night, Lucas Wolenczak lay tossing and turning entrapped in a nightmare that he couldn't get out of.

Flashback into the dream.

Lucas came running down the stairs as happily as can be, but suddenly stops when he reaches the kitchen. He can hear angry voices, shouting at each other, both sound so familiar but Lucas just can't place where he's heard the voice before. One of the voices is of his and his step brother Matt's mum, the other is a male. The voices have stopped now and the radio has been switched on, very loudly. Then there was a huge thud, as something heavy hit the floor inside the kitchen.

'Mum must have dropped something, I've got to help her!' Lucas thought to himself as he reached towards the door handle.

 Closer and closer he drew nearer and nearer now. Twisting the silver sphere that was the door handle, and about the same height as his shoulder, Lucas opened the door and peeked in. Nothing, could prepare him for what he was about to see.

"Mummy?" Lucas cried in a hesitant voice, before looking around the kitchen in frozen shock.

There was blood everywhere, over the counter, the wooden stools, the kitchen floor, but the worst of this was on his beloved mother. That was the last thing he saw before he was knocked flying into the kitchen by a hand on his shoulder, knocking him into the counter, unconscious.

End Flashback.

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Lucas cried out into the night. He awoke suddenly and looked around, suddenly scared. Curling up into a ball on his bed, Lucas cried himself back to sleep again till morning.

****

"Morning sleepy head!" A voice gently lulled Lucas out of his slumber.

"Mmm!" Lucas replied as he recognised the voice as Matt's.

Opening his eyes, he was surprised to be suddenly blinded by sunlight and immediately put up his hand to block the out sunlight. As Lucas's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, he noticed there were two policemen standing at the end of his hospital bed.

"Hey, it's OK," The voice had made Lucas jump, as he had only noticed the policemen. Turning his head slowly, he noticed Baz and Matt staring at him. "These policemen only want to ask you guys a few questions, but I need to be here because you're underage. OK?"

Lucas looked confused and asked,

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong have I?"

"No, it's about the murder, remember?" Baz told him.

"What murder? Who was it? What have I got to do with this?" Lucas asked, scared.

Everyone in the room looked at him, amazed.

"You mean you don't remember a thing?" One of the policemen asked him. Lucas just shook his head.

"Partial amnesia." Baz stated, "The doctor said he might have partial amnesia, that or the fact that it's so terrifying, that he doesn't want to remember."

"A repressed memory?" The same policemen questioned him.

"Yeah, something like that." Baz answered, stroking Lucas's hair in an attempt to calm him down.

"Who's dead? Who? Where's mum? I want my mummy!" Lucas looked small and scared. There was a deadly silence in the room, aside from Lucas's heavy breathing before Baz finally spoke up.

"I'm afraid it's your mum who's been murdered." Baz gently told him, his eyes filling up with tears for the first time since Cynthia had died.

"No, no, no, not mum. She can't be dead, she just can't be. She's not dead, you're just making it up, and I know you are." Lucas screamed, not wanting to believe his mother was dead.

"Listen to me, we're not just making it up. Do you think I'd really say something like that? Do ya'?" Lucas shook his head, sobs racking his entire body. "Come here, mate." Drawing Lucas closer, Baz rocked the kid until he was calm again.

"Do you mind if we start to question Matt, now?" The second policeman offered.

"No, go ahead." Baz confirmed, still holding Lucas who was still softly crying.

"OK Matt, where do you live?" Jimson, the first policemen asked him.

"Well, I live with Cynthia and my dad for six months, and then my real mum for six months, but my dad died three years ago and since then I've lived with Cynthia and Baz, and only seen my real mum every other fortnight." Matt replied.

"OK, so you're mum and your late father were divorced?" Jimson asked.

"Yes."

"And did your family and the Wolenczaks get along?"

"No, not at all. My family didn't agree with my dad's choice of a wife, but I liked her a lot." Matt answered.

"OK, so were they on speaking terms when Cynthia was murdered?" Jimson quizzed.

"Everyone, except my real mum." Matt said.

"And why was that?" Jimson looked puzzled.

"She was jealous, and she had a little falling out with the rest of the family because of something she said to Cynthia, after Cynthia told us she had breast cancer last year. I don't really want to go into details though." Matt said.

"That's fine, was Cynthia getting any threats or weird phone calls, just before her death?" Jimson asked.

"No, none that I knew of." Matt looked puzzled at this question.

"Did she have any enemies outside of the family?" Jimson quizzed.

"No." Matt looked a bit shaken now.

"Well, that's all for now. We may need to contact you again, so we will need to know, where will you be staying?"

Matt looked enquiringly at Baz, who answered.

"He'll be staying with Lucas and me, at the house when we're allowed to go back. But until then we'll be staying at a hotel around here." Baz answered for Matt.

"That'll be fine. Thank you for your help, we'll be in touch shortly." The second policemen, who had been busy writing down notes throughout the conversation, finally spoke up.

Baz and Matt watched the two policemen walk through the hospital door, before turning their attention to Lucas.

"You're so lucky you can't remember a thing!" Matt said to Lucas's pale form.

"Who can't remember a thing?" A voice boomed behind them. It was Lawrence.

"Lucas, he's got partial amnesia." Baz replied. Baz was suddenly nervous; he'd always felt like that around Lucas's father.

"Is he OK? I've been so worried, about him ever since I heard about the attack last night." Lawrence replied, placing his hand softly on top of Lucas's soft blonde hair. "I'm gonna take him home, when he's discharged. I mean, now that Cynthia's gone, I've got custody of Lucas, unless Cynthia's said otherwise, which I doubt it."

Baz just nodded in agreement.

"Look, if you ever need anyone to look after him, you've only got to ask. You do know that." Baz spoke up.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Lawrence said, smiling as he sat down in a vacant chair next to the bed. "I'll keep that in mind" He softly repeated so that only Lucas, who was now lying on the bed, could hear. A silence once again filled the room, before Baz remarked,

"Hey Matt, ya' wanna go get something to drink? Just to leave Lucas and his father to talk things over."

"Yeah sure, if I'm allowed." Matt meekly replied.

"Yeah, come on then." Baz said, flashing a grin at the father and son. "Do you two want anything to eat or drink?"

Lucas just shook his head, but Lawrence spoke up

"Actually I will have a cup of coffee, if you don't mind."

Baz just shook his head before taking Matt's hand and heading out the door, in the hospital room. When Baz had turned the corner Lawrence pounced on Lucas, like a cat would do to a mouse.

"Thought you could escape me that easily, did ya'?" Lawrence snarled at the trembling boy, "Well, I proved you wrong, you and that slut you called your mum. Yes, now that Cynthia is out of the picture, it's just you and me and do ya' remember what happened last time I had custody of you? Well, answer me, you worthless piece of shit. Do you?"

Lucas just squeezed his eyes closed tightly and nodded his head as visions of various beatings he had after being 'punished', knives being thrown across the room aiming for him, some even hitting and Lucas screaming in pain as a result of a direct hit.

"Yes, well things have changed since then, I've changed for the better. Well," Lawrence said chuckling, "Better for me anyway. Lucky for you, I'm going to be away for the next week, or maybe two…but until then, I'll be waiting. I've been waiting a long time for this day to come. A long time."

Just then Baz and Matt arrived with the coffee, saving Lucas for any further threats. For now.

"Oh thanks a lot. I can't stay for long, work calls, as usual." Lawrence lamely joked.

Baz just grunted in reply, his attention focused on the curled up ball on the bed that was Lucas. After five minutes of idle chat had passed, Lawrence announced that it was time to leave. He turned to Lucas and said in a friendly voice,

"Until next time, kiddo."

Lucas didn't respond in any way, he just stared at a vacant space on the wall, listening to the echoes of his mind,

'Until next time, until next time.' Only Lucas knew the full meaning of the threat, and what would happen, but even he could not know the full meaning till it was too late…