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Little Secret's
Chapter 8:
Pain
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Lucas awoke, still tied to the bed. -{How the hell am I going to get out of this? I feel like I got hit by a train.}- He was now wiggling his arms, trying to get them out of their bonds, each limb was tied to a deferent bed post. He laid exactly where he was left, naked on the bed.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Lucas began to struggle hard to get up so he could answer the door. No use.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Lucas? He Luke, you in there? Just wanted to see if you would join me and the Cap for lunch."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Luke? Well I guess your not there."
But he was there, he thought about answering, but decided he did not want his friend seeing him like this! Lucas laid still again, trying to figure out how to get out of his predicament. He looked around for something he could use, to no avail. -{I guess I will just have to wait till, NO! I HAVE to get out of here, but there seems to be no way!}- He laid there thinking, and ended up falling asleep.
BAM! The door slammed shut. Lucas awoke with a jerk, tried to stand, but remembered his problem. -{Oh, no, I fell asleep! What do I do now? I know I'll.}-
"Lucas!"
-{Too late, I'm dead!}-
"Get out of bed you little shit!"
"Uhh, sorry sir, I can't"
"What the hell do you mean you can't!" He walked over and untied his hands and feet and ripped him out of bed. "Get dressed!" He threw a pair of boxers at his son.
Lucas went to the bathroom and changed. He came back out and father drinking deeply on a bottle of Tequila. "Dad please don't drink!" He dared himself to say.
Lawerence quit drinking, stood and walked over to his son. He stared at him, but as taught his son stared at the floor. The mere sight of his son made his blood boil. -{It was him who killed my beloved wife, if it wasn't for him she'd be alive now! He WILL pay for not respecting me and telling me what I can and can not drink!}- He made his hand into a fist and punched his son in the stomach. He had to remember no visible bruises, at least not until they got home. Lucas doubled over and fell to his hands and knees.
"Now you are finally doing things I like." Lawerence remarked coldly, and then laughed as if he had said something funny. He began kicking Lucas in the stomach, chest and ribs.
Lucas lay on the floor, crying from pain. His dad had quit hurting him and had gone back to drinking. He laid there for several hours, until his father had long since past out. He carefully got to his feet, which brought about a new bought of pain, and made his way to the restroom.
He shut the door quietly as possible and turned to look at his appearance in the mirror. He was still only wearing the boxers. His chest was quickly turning into one giant bruise. He carefully pressed his hand to his ribs, checking to see if they were broken. He had learned how to do this by watching the doctors do it to him so many times. He could tell that at least two were broken, but was unsure about the rest. He turned to see his back, it was equally hurt. He could still see the marks from the belt. He got a washcloth wet and tried to wash himself the best he could, without making any noise.
He exited the restroom and got dressed, a dark gray T-shirt, baggy pants, and his old dingy tennis shoes. He reached for the door knob, to leave, but stopped himself. He had rope burns around his wrists. He quickly looked around, ah, there it was, his favorite long sleeve shirt. He dawned it quickly and left their room.
There was no one out and about so he decided to find out what time it was, he berated himself for not looking before he left. He went to see the clock above the church, it was three in the morning! He had no where else to go, but did not want to go in just yet. He walked back towards his little cabin. He slowed when he walked by the captains cabin, maybe he could, no it was stupid. He walked some more, then slowed in front Ben's, he had almost told him before, maybe they should finish there talk. No use, he would only get paid off, like all the others. He turned and went back to the church. He tried to be quiet, he went in and laid down on a pew. He could hardly find a comfortable position, it hurt no matter how he laid down. He finally decided it was best to lay on his side, and that was how he fell asleep. Thinking only of the one thing he was sure of in life, pain.
Little Secret's
Chapter 8:
Pain
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Lucas awoke, still tied to the bed. -{How the hell am I going to get out of this? I feel like I got hit by a train.}- He was now wiggling his arms, trying to get them out of their bonds, each limb was tied to a deferent bed post. He laid exactly where he was left, naked on the bed.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Lucas began to struggle hard to get up so he could answer the door. No use.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Lucas? He Luke, you in there? Just wanted to see if you would join me and the Cap for lunch."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Luke? Well I guess your not there."
But he was there, he thought about answering, but decided he did not want his friend seeing him like this! Lucas laid still again, trying to figure out how to get out of his predicament. He looked around for something he could use, to no avail. -{I guess I will just have to wait till, NO! I HAVE to get out of here, but there seems to be no way!}- He laid there thinking, and ended up falling asleep.
BAM! The door slammed shut. Lucas awoke with a jerk, tried to stand, but remembered his problem. -{Oh, no, I fell asleep! What do I do now? I know I'll.}-
"Lucas!"
-{Too late, I'm dead!}-
"Get out of bed you little shit!"
"Uhh, sorry sir, I can't"
"What the hell do you mean you can't!" He walked over and untied his hands and feet and ripped him out of bed. "Get dressed!" He threw a pair of boxers at his son.
Lucas went to the bathroom and changed. He came back out and father drinking deeply on a bottle of Tequila. "Dad please don't drink!" He dared himself to say.
Lawerence quit drinking, stood and walked over to his son. He stared at him, but as taught his son stared at the floor. The mere sight of his son made his blood boil. -{It was him who killed my beloved wife, if it wasn't for him she'd be alive now! He WILL pay for not respecting me and telling me what I can and can not drink!}- He made his hand into a fist and punched his son in the stomach. He had to remember no visible bruises, at least not until they got home. Lucas doubled over and fell to his hands and knees.
"Now you are finally doing things I like." Lawerence remarked coldly, and then laughed as if he had said something funny. He began kicking Lucas in the stomach, chest and ribs.
Lucas lay on the floor, crying from pain. His dad had quit hurting him and had gone back to drinking. He laid there for several hours, until his father had long since past out. He carefully got to his feet, which brought about a new bought of pain, and made his way to the restroom.
He shut the door quietly as possible and turned to look at his appearance in the mirror. He was still only wearing the boxers. His chest was quickly turning into one giant bruise. He carefully pressed his hand to his ribs, checking to see if they were broken. He had learned how to do this by watching the doctors do it to him so many times. He could tell that at least two were broken, but was unsure about the rest. He turned to see his back, it was equally hurt. He could still see the marks from the belt. He got a washcloth wet and tried to wash himself the best he could, without making any noise.
He exited the restroom and got dressed, a dark gray T-shirt, baggy pants, and his old dingy tennis shoes. He reached for the door knob, to leave, but stopped himself. He had rope burns around his wrists. He quickly looked around, ah, there it was, his favorite long sleeve shirt. He dawned it quickly and left their room.
There was no one out and about so he decided to find out what time it was, he berated himself for not looking before he left. He went to see the clock above the church, it was three in the morning! He had no where else to go, but did not want to go in just yet. He walked back towards his little cabin. He slowed when he walked by the captains cabin, maybe he could, no it was stupid. He walked some more, then slowed in front Ben's, he had almost told him before, maybe they should finish there talk. No use, he would only get paid off, like all the others. He turned and went back to the church. He tried to be quiet, he went in and laid down on a pew. He could hardly find a comfortable position, it hurt no matter how he laid down. He finally decided it was best to lay on his side, and that was how he fell asleep. Thinking only of the one thing he was sure of in life, pain.