Thump. Thump. Thump.
Lucas thought his head was going to spoilt in two. It felt as though someone had hit him repeatedly over the head with a heavy club. Or maybe a hammer.
He groaned, pulling the blanket closer around him. He knew it was time to get up and face the day...well, afternoon...but he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to leave the comfort of his bed and face the harsh reality of his mistakes. He just wanted to lie in bed forever and sleep off the terror he felt from the previous night.
He still had no idea who it might have been, but whoever she was she didn't leave a note. And he was pretty sure there had been someone...
He slowly opened his eyes. His alarm clock read 2:13.
"Great," He said dryly. "Mom's home."
There was a knock at the door. Lucas started. Glancing around the room, he saw that he had at least hid the alcohol and picked up his room a bit. Sighing with relief, he sat up a bit.
"Yeah?"
The door creaked open. Karen stood with her arms crossed, looking at Lucas sternly. Oh God, she knows. Was his first thought. Because the look on Karen's face was most definitely a pissed one. It was the kind of face he feared, full of expectations and prepared speeches, of "You-are-better- than-that"'s and dissapointment.
Karen came in and sat on the edge of his bed. He winced inwardly as he thought of the empty bottles underneath his bed. She pursed her lips and quietly stared at him.
Lucas's heart leapt to his chest. How could she know? Did the mystery woman talk to her? Did she smell alcohol? Know of his late night? What was that look for?
"Lucas, honey, we need to talk."
Lucas gulped uncharacteristically. Karen stared him straight in the eye.
"Okay, mom. What's up?" Lucas gripped the sheets and prepared himself for the blow...all of the dissapointment, the questions...
"Have you been taking money from my purse?"
Lucas gaped at her.
"Wha...?"
"I said, have you been taking money from my purse?"
Lucas shook his head. What was she talking about? No stranger girl? No alcohol? No staying out past curfew? He felt dazed, and confused.
"Mom, of course not," Lucas told her firmly. "Why do you think I would take money from you?"
Karen sighed and looked at him, almost as if she thought he was lying. He shrunk back, even though he knew he hadn't taken anything from her.
"Well, I had two fifties in my wallet last night and now they're gone."
Lucas looked at her in disbelief.
"And you think that I took them?" He asked her quietly. Was there no trust? He searched her eyes, and found that there was little in them. She looked away, and nodded. "How could you think that, Mom?"
"I don't know...it just seemed that lately-"
"What? Lately what? Lately I can't keep my promises? Lately I have been letting people down? Lately I have been making mistakes? Is that what you are saying? Do you think that it's gotten that bad? Don't you trust me?" He was on his feet now, not quite aware of how he got there. He was breathing heavily, furious. She actually thought that he would steal money from her.
"Lucas," She said softly, reaching out to him. He took that as a "no", and ripped his arm out of reach. "Lucas honey, I'm just wondering, is all. I'm worried about you..."
"Worried about me? WORRIED about me?" Lucas seethed. "You're WORRIED about me, so you accuse me of stealing from my own mother? What, do you think I have no morals, that I have turned into some crazed lunatic thief?"
Karen's eyes were wide in fear of her son's antics.
"No, honey...I just thought that...well, maybe you needed the money, and...well maybe you didn't think I would give it to you..."
Lucas watched as she tried to say the rights words, as she tried to pacify her son. Her 'evil, dilusional' son.
"I just don't know what's going on with you, Lucas. It seems like there is so much going on your life that I'm not a part of. And I'm just trying to understand. I just want to help..."
Lucas sat down, his head afresh with a new pounding that seemed to have started up when his mom started talking. He listened, breathing hard rubbing his temples, trying to ease the pain out.
Karen took this as a good sign and continued, her voice stronger and more determined.
"It's just that you seem to be having more problems lately...disappearing in the middle of the night, coming home past curfew, running games with your friends, letting your temper get the best of you...it isn't like you."
Lucas stared at the ground. He knew all this already. If only everyone would leave him alone about it, maybe he could sort things out. But no, they had to drill it into his head that he had been an ass. And the it starts. The never ending cycle of him breaking hearts and in turn being heartbroken, with no one to listen to him or understand.
If only he could just be himself again...whoever that was. Even he didn't know just then.
"Lucas, I'm just trying to understand what's going on. What happened to the old Lucas, the one who handled these things so well? Please, help me. I just want to be here for you. Tell me what I can do."
Lucas stood so fast a dizzy spell washed over him. Shaking it off, he looked her straight in the eye.
"You can leave me alone. I don't need your help. I just need you to leave me ALONE. Is that so freaking hard to ask? Jeez, its not like I haven't already thought through all of this. I know that I am a horrible person, alright? I don't need you to tell me that. I just can't believe you have so little faith in me." Karen looked down at her folded hands and bit her lip. Lucas winced. He hated yelling at her.
"I do have faith in you. I know that you will figure things out. I know that you will be a better person and that you will face your mistakes like a man. But I also know that you will have a rough time in the process, and just know that I will be here for you." She looked at him quickly, then back at her hands. There was a moments silence in which time Lucas seethed at her and she studied her hands intently. When she next spoke, her voice was soft, and low, but determined to get the last word in. "But you know, if you would have asked, I would have given you the money."
Lucas couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his jacket off of his chair and threw it around his shoulder, wincing only slightly as it hit his bad arm. Karen's eyes were wide with fear again.
"Where are you going?" She asked him in a quivering voice. She looked on the verge of tears. When he didn't answer right away, tears started down her cheeks. "Lucas, where are you going? Don't leave like this again..."
Lucas threw open the door.
"Mom, I can't tell you anything if you don't trust me. I didn't take your money. I can't believe that you could possibly think that I would. I know that I am not the person I used to be, and it hurts me as much as it hurts you. But what hurts me even more, I think, is knowing that you have so little faith in me. That you think so little of me. Because I truly think you are one of the last people that could possibly give me hope to overcome all this shit." He looked her straight in the eyes. "Now I don't know who to turn to." He said simply, shrugging.
And with that, he slammed the door and left one of the people he cared most about in the darkness of his wake, crying all alone.
"Lucas," Karen whispered in the dark. "What have you done with my son?"
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Lucas thought his head was going to spoilt in two. It felt as though someone had hit him repeatedly over the head with a heavy club. Or maybe a hammer.
He groaned, pulling the blanket closer around him. He knew it was time to get up and face the day...well, afternoon...but he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to leave the comfort of his bed and face the harsh reality of his mistakes. He just wanted to lie in bed forever and sleep off the terror he felt from the previous night.
He still had no idea who it might have been, but whoever she was she didn't leave a note. And he was pretty sure there had been someone...
He slowly opened his eyes. His alarm clock read 2:13.
"Great," He said dryly. "Mom's home."
There was a knock at the door. Lucas started. Glancing around the room, he saw that he had at least hid the alcohol and picked up his room a bit. Sighing with relief, he sat up a bit.
"Yeah?"
The door creaked open. Karen stood with her arms crossed, looking at Lucas sternly. Oh God, she knows. Was his first thought. Because the look on Karen's face was most definitely a pissed one. It was the kind of face he feared, full of expectations and prepared speeches, of "You-are-better- than-that"'s and dissapointment.
Karen came in and sat on the edge of his bed. He winced inwardly as he thought of the empty bottles underneath his bed. She pursed her lips and quietly stared at him.
Lucas's heart leapt to his chest. How could she know? Did the mystery woman talk to her? Did she smell alcohol? Know of his late night? What was that look for?
"Lucas, honey, we need to talk."
Lucas gulped uncharacteristically. Karen stared him straight in the eye.
"Okay, mom. What's up?" Lucas gripped the sheets and prepared himself for the blow...all of the dissapointment, the questions...
"Have you been taking money from my purse?"
Lucas gaped at her.
"Wha...?"
"I said, have you been taking money from my purse?"
Lucas shook his head. What was she talking about? No stranger girl? No alcohol? No staying out past curfew? He felt dazed, and confused.
"Mom, of course not," Lucas told her firmly. "Why do you think I would take money from you?"
Karen sighed and looked at him, almost as if she thought he was lying. He shrunk back, even though he knew he hadn't taken anything from her.
"Well, I had two fifties in my wallet last night and now they're gone."
Lucas looked at her in disbelief.
"And you think that I took them?" He asked her quietly. Was there no trust? He searched her eyes, and found that there was little in them. She looked away, and nodded. "How could you think that, Mom?"
"I don't know...it just seemed that lately-"
"What? Lately what? Lately I can't keep my promises? Lately I have been letting people down? Lately I have been making mistakes? Is that what you are saying? Do you think that it's gotten that bad? Don't you trust me?" He was on his feet now, not quite aware of how he got there. He was breathing heavily, furious. She actually thought that he would steal money from her.
"Lucas," She said softly, reaching out to him. He took that as a "no", and ripped his arm out of reach. "Lucas honey, I'm just wondering, is all. I'm worried about you..."
"Worried about me? WORRIED about me?" Lucas seethed. "You're WORRIED about me, so you accuse me of stealing from my own mother? What, do you think I have no morals, that I have turned into some crazed lunatic thief?"
Karen's eyes were wide in fear of her son's antics.
"No, honey...I just thought that...well, maybe you needed the money, and...well maybe you didn't think I would give it to you..."
Lucas watched as she tried to say the rights words, as she tried to pacify her son. Her 'evil, dilusional' son.
"I just don't know what's going on with you, Lucas. It seems like there is so much going on your life that I'm not a part of. And I'm just trying to understand. I just want to help..."
Lucas sat down, his head afresh with a new pounding that seemed to have started up when his mom started talking. He listened, breathing hard rubbing his temples, trying to ease the pain out.
Karen took this as a good sign and continued, her voice stronger and more determined.
"It's just that you seem to be having more problems lately...disappearing in the middle of the night, coming home past curfew, running games with your friends, letting your temper get the best of you...it isn't like you."
Lucas stared at the ground. He knew all this already. If only everyone would leave him alone about it, maybe he could sort things out. But no, they had to drill it into his head that he had been an ass. And the it starts. The never ending cycle of him breaking hearts and in turn being heartbroken, with no one to listen to him or understand.
If only he could just be himself again...whoever that was. Even he didn't know just then.
"Lucas, I'm just trying to understand what's going on. What happened to the old Lucas, the one who handled these things so well? Please, help me. I just want to be here for you. Tell me what I can do."
Lucas stood so fast a dizzy spell washed over him. Shaking it off, he looked her straight in the eye.
"You can leave me alone. I don't need your help. I just need you to leave me ALONE. Is that so freaking hard to ask? Jeez, its not like I haven't already thought through all of this. I know that I am a horrible person, alright? I don't need you to tell me that. I just can't believe you have so little faith in me." Karen looked down at her folded hands and bit her lip. Lucas winced. He hated yelling at her.
"I do have faith in you. I know that you will figure things out. I know that you will be a better person and that you will face your mistakes like a man. But I also know that you will have a rough time in the process, and just know that I will be here for you." She looked at him quickly, then back at her hands. There was a moments silence in which time Lucas seethed at her and she studied her hands intently. When she next spoke, her voice was soft, and low, but determined to get the last word in. "But you know, if you would have asked, I would have given you the money."
Lucas couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his jacket off of his chair and threw it around his shoulder, wincing only slightly as it hit his bad arm. Karen's eyes were wide with fear again.
"Where are you going?" She asked him in a quivering voice. She looked on the verge of tears. When he didn't answer right away, tears started down her cheeks. "Lucas, where are you going? Don't leave like this again..."
Lucas threw open the door.
"Mom, I can't tell you anything if you don't trust me. I didn't take your money. I can't believe that you could possibly think that I would. I know that I am not the person I used to be, and it hurts me as much as it hurts you. But what hurts me even more, I think, is knowing that you have so little faith in me. That you think so little of me. Because I truly think you are one of the last people that could possibly give me hope to overcome all this shit." He looked her straight in the eyes. "Now I don't know who to turn to." He said simply, shrugging.
And with that, he slammed the door and left one of the people he cared most about in the darkness of his wake, crying all alone.
"Lucas," Karen whispered in the dark. "What have you done with my son?"
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Hey guys sorry it took me so long! Thanx for reading PLZ review! It's what keeps me going haha. Tell me what you think! Thanx! I luv you guys! Lotsaluv Jen