A/N: I know this has taken awhile, but I hope you enjoy. I'm almost done
with the next chapter, so if anyone cares to review, I'll post it then.
For all the kicks and giggles!
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Little Secrets
Chapter 11:
Getting Caught
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Click, click. Lucas froze in terror, his dad was home. He quick got off of the computer and threw it under some clothes. Bang. Bang, bang. "Open this door now, my son!"
Lucas ran and unlocked the door, stepping back to allow his father entrance. "Why was my door locked?" Lawrence pushed his son onto the bed and walked over to his mini fridge for a drink. Lucas was thinking quickly, but not quick enough.
"Well? And why have you not cleaned up your mess in here!" Demanded an irate Lawrence, between swigs of alcohol.
"Sorry sir, I must have fell asleep! I didn't want anyone coming in to clean or anything, so I locked the door." He was getting pretty good at lying, he did it so much he was almost starting to believe it.
Lawrence stopped drinking and looked around. "What's going on?" He look straight at Lucas.
"What are you talking about sir?" He dared a glance, he knew! Lucas didn't know how, but his father knew something!
"What is going on!" He demanded, he walked slowly over to the pile of clothes. He kicked them aside until he found his laptop. "Where you messing around with my stuff?" He was furious!
"NO! Sir, I didn't, I promise." He almost begged. He crawled to the back of the bed and tried to curl up. Matthew's dead body shooting through his thoughts.
"You did, and you lied about it! Not to mention you went to that damned priest! How could you tell our family business to some stranger! Did you tell him everything?" He walked straight over to his son and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to a standing position in front of him.
"Quit squirming you little rat! How could you, you little bastard! Did you tell him how you are a little whore! Well?" He looked expectantly at Lucas.
Lucas didn't know what to say, anything he did or said would only make matters worse, as it was, he was having trouble standing up straight. He was experiencing a lot of pain through his mid-section. "No sir." It was barely more than a whisper.
"But you told him about how I discipline you?"
Yet another whisper, "Yes sir." He wasn't going to lie anymore, he was tiered of it.
"Did you tell him how you brought it on yourself, every single time?"
Lucas looked straight at his father, like he had hit him. Did he really deserve it? He did bring it on himself didn't he.
Smack, "Don't you dare look at me! You have NO right! You are below me!"
His head reeled from the hit, but it didn't daunt him. "No, father, YOU ARE BENEATH ME!" He had snapped. He screamed with all his might.
Lawrence took a step back. Did his worthless son just stand up to him? He did, didn't he! He had had enough, he was going to kill him! He didn't think, he was like a flea on a cat.
Lucas almost didn't recognize his father as he leaped at him. They both tumbled back onto the bed, it was getting harder to breath. Lucas clawed at the hands clamped around his throat, to no avail! When everything was about to go black, he could feel his father's hands loosen, allowing him to breath again. He sucked in air like rain in a desert. With his remaining strength he pulled his knee up and slammed it straight between his fathers.
"Owww!" His father howled in pain.
Lucas took the slim opportunity to shove his father off and stumble to his feet and out the door. He head straight for the old mines, maybe he could loose his father in there!
"Hello Tommy." Bridger spoke kindly, getting concerned as he looked around, not spotting the reason he had came. "Where is Dr. Walenzche?"
"Oh he left early. He said something about a problem he had to take care off." The man's eyes never left his work. "Captain?"
"Yes?" He spoke quickly, he had to leave!
"Dr. Walenchze and I," he paused as he typed in a few things, "think that we weren't really needed here, like this," pause again, "was some sort of," pause, "hox or set up? What do you think" His eyes still never left his work as Bridger waited impatiently for the man to finish.
Bridger's eyes popped open as he turned on his heels and went back out the same door he had just came through. He never seemed to get were he was going without a few distractions, though.
"Captain, Captain, wait up!" A breathless Ben was running trying to catch up to the brisk walking older man.
Bridger slowed, but didn't stop, one of his crew could be in danger! "What is it Lt.? I thought I told you to take care of the Priest!"
"Yes sir, you did, but" gasping for air, "the MP's arrived and said I could go. Sir I have to talk to you NOW!" He would not put this off any longer, Lucas could be in trouble if he did.
Little did he know, Ben was already too late! Bridger halted and turned to look at him, anger written across his face. "What is it Lt.? If I don't get to cabin B5 in the next minute, Lucas WILL be in trouble!" He turned and started to walk faster than before.
Ben kept up. "Fine, I wanted to tell you in private, but this will have to do!"
"What are you babbling about now Ben?"
"Sir, I think Lucas is being abused by his father! I saw some really bad rope burns around his wrist and every time he comes back from shore leave with his dad, he has managed to get into another accident." He was utterly blunt.
The lightbulbs flashed in the older man's head. He started to run, explaining while they went, "Ben, Lucas was assigned to do a 'job'. He was suppose to hack into his dad's computer and get some incriminating information about him and turn it over to the authorities. The good Dr. was stealing from the UEO!" They ended the talk there, they were running as fast as they could, getting very strange looks from others as they ran. Bridger pulled out his PAL. "Crocker, assemble the security team and meet me at B5."
"Yes Sir."
He put his PAL back in his pocket right as they reached there destination. The door was still open, but they were not prepared for they were about to see. Bridger entered first, and fell to his knees. The room was in shambles! The mirror was broken, there was blood all over the sheets and clothes were thrown everywhere. He felt Ben enter behind him.
"Sir?"
"Yes Ben?"
"We have to find them!" Not a second later, "Look Sir!"
Bridger stood and went to where Ben was looking at something near the bedpost.
"What is it Ben?" He looked over the mans shoulder and saw a piece of rope tied to the bedpost, a quick glance showed that there was rope tied to every bed post, but one. Bridger didn't pause, he ran straight out the door and past the gathering crowd.
Two seconds later, Ben was following. Neither new were to look though! They stopped in front of the old church. "Where would they go?"
"I don't know Ben!" He snapped, but both men new he wasn't angry at Ben. Ben glanced at the church and saw the teenaged girl standing there, red puffy eyes, and tear streaked cheeks.
"Th. They went that way." She muttered out. "The boy didn't look so good, though, and it looked like the man had a gun."
Ben never even asked, she just knew what they wanted, he would have to find out later how! They were off again towards the old mines. Bridger radioed Crocker again, telling him were to go next.
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Little Secrets
Chapter 11:
Getting Caught
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Click, click. Lucas froze in terror, his dad was home. He quick got off of the computer and threw it under some clothes. Bang. Bang, bang. "Open this door now, my son!"
Lucas ran and unlocked the door, stepping back to allow his father entrance. "Why was my door locked?" Lawrence pushed his son onto the bed and walked over to his mini fridge for a drink. Lucas was thinking quickly, but not quick enough.
"Well? And why have you not cleaned up your mess in here!" Demanded an irate Lawrence, between swigs of alcohol.
"Sorry sir, I must have fell asleep! I didn't want anyone coming in to clean or anything, so I locked the door." He was getting pretty good at lying, he did it so much he was almost starting to believe it.
Lawrence stopped drinking and looked around. "What's going on?" He look straight at Lucas.
"What are you talking about sir?" He dared a glance, he knew! Lucas didn't know how, but his father knew something!
"What is going on!" He demanded, he walked slowly over to the pile of clothes. He kicked them aside until he found his laptop. "Where you messing around with my stuff?" He was furious!
"NO! Sir, I didn't, I promise." He almost begged. He crawled to the back of the bed and tried to curl up. Matthew's dead body shooting through his thoughts.
"You did, and you lied about it! Not to mention you went to that damned priest! How could you tell our family business to some stranger! Did you tell him everything?" He walked straight over to his son and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to a standing position in front of him.
"Quit squirming you little rat! How could you, you little bastard! Did you tell him how you are a little whore! Well?" He looked expectantly at Lucas.
Lucas didn't know what to say, anything he did or said would only make matters worse, as it was, he was having trouble standing up straight. He was experiencing a lot of pain through his mid-section. "No sir." It was barely more than a whisper.
"But you told him about how I discipline you?"
Yet another whisper, "Yes sir." He wasn't going to lie anymore, he was tiered of it.
"Did you tell him how you brought it on yourself, every single time?"
Lucas looked straight at his father, like he had hit him. Did he really deserve it? He did bring it on himself didn't he.
Smack, "Don't you dare look at me! You have NO right! You are below me!"
His head reeled from the hit, but it didn't daunt him. "No, father, YOU ARE BENEATH ME!" He had snapped. He screamed with all his might.
Lawrence took a step back. Did his worthless son just stand up to him? He did, didn't he! He had had enough, he was going to kill him! He didn't think, he was like a flea on a cat.
Lucas almost didn't recognize his father as he leaped at him. They both tumbled back onto the bed, it was getting harder to breath. Lucas clawed at the hands clamped around his throat, to no avail! When everything was about to go black, he could feel his father's hands loosen, allowing him to breath again. He sucked in air like rain in a desert. With his remaining strength he pulled his knee up and slammed it straight between his fathers.
"Owww!" His father howled in pain.
Lucas took the slim opportunity to shove his father off and stumble to his feet and out the door. He head straight for the old mines, maybe he could loose his father in there!
"Hello Tommy." Bridger spoke kindly, getting concerned as he looked around, not spotting the reason he had came. "Where is Dr. Walenzche?"
"Oh he left early. He said something about a problem he had to take care off." The man's eyes never left his work. "Captain?"
"Yes?" He spoke quickly, he had to leave!
"Dr. Walenchze and I," he paused as he typed in a few things, "think that we weren't really needed here, like this," pause again, "was some sort of," pause, "hox or set up? What do you think" His eyes still never left his work as Bridger waited impatiently for the man to finish.
Bridger's eyes popped open as he turned on his heels and went back out the same door he had just came through. He never seemed to get were he was going without a few distractions, though.
"Captain, Captain, wait up!" A breathless Ben was running trying to catch up to the brisk walking older man.
Bridger slowed, but didn't stop, one of his crew could be in danger! "What is it Lt.? I thought I told you to take care of the Priest!"
"Yes sir, you did, but" gasping for air, "the MP's arrived and said I could go. Sir I have to talk to you NOW!" He would not put this off any longer, Lucas could be in trouble if he did.
Little did he know, Ben was already too late! Bridger halted and turned to look at him, anger written across his face. "What is it Lt.? If I don't get to cabin B5 in the next minute, Lucas WILL be in trouble!" He turned and started to walk faster than before.
Ben kept up. "Fine, I wanted to tell you in private, but this will have to do!"
"What are you babbling about now Ben?"
"Sir, I think Lucas is being abused by his father! I saw some really bad rope burns around his wrist and every time he comes back from shore leave with his dad, he has managed to get into another accident." He was utterly blunt.
The lightbulbs flashed in the older man's head. He started to run, explaining while they went, "Ben, Lucas was assigned to do a 'job'. He was suppose to hack into his dad's computer and get some incriminating information about him and turn it over to the authorities. The good Dr. was stealing from the UEO!" They ended the talk there, they were running as fast as they could, getting very strange looks from others as they ran. Bridger pulled out his PAL. "Crocker, assemble the security team and meet me at B5."
"Yes Sir."
He put his PAL back in his pocket right as they reached there destination. The door was still open, but they were not prepared for they were about to see. Bridger entered first, and fell to his knees. The room was in shambles! The mirror was broken, there was blood all over the sheets and clothes were thrown everywhere. He felt Ben enter behind him.
"Sir?"
"Yes Ben?"
"We have to find them!" Not a second later, "Look Sir!"
Bridger stood and went to where Ben was looking at something near the bedpost.
"What is it Ben?" He looked over the mans shoulder and saw a piece of rope tied to the bedpost, a quick glance showed that there was rope tied to every bed post, but one. Bridger didn't pause, he ran straight out the door and past the gathering crowd.
Two seconds later, Ben was following. Neither new were to look though! They stopped in front of the old church. "Where would they go?"
"I don't know Ben!" He snapped, but both men new he wasn't angry at Ben. Ben glanced at the church and saw the teenaged girl standing there, red puffy eyes, and tear streaked cheeks.
"Th. They went that way." She muttered out. "The boy didn't look so good, though, and it looked like the man had a gun."
Ben never even asked, she just knew what they wanted, he would have to find out later how! They were off again towards the old mines. Bridger radioed Crocker again, telling him were to go next.