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DISCLAIMERS
Sons of Thunder belongs to USA, CBS, and Chuck Norris. Carlos' background belongs to Jaimi who has graciously let me borrow it. This takes place at the same time as the previous chapter.
At the same time, Carlos sat in his own room. It had been quiet in Kim's room until she had started shrieking. The detective winced as he heard her scream for Leroy's goon to stop. Oh, man, Kim. I'm sorry, he thought. He heard Kim whimper. Carlos sighed. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be here. Then, he heard them. Cold, calculating footsteps.
"No," he said in dread.
"Carlos?" he heard his stepfather ask. Carlos' breathing became labored and he backed away to the other side of the room.
"Carlitos?" Leroy queried.
"No," Carlos said again. The door opened and the man walked in.
"No. Leroy, please," Carlos pleaded as he advanced.
"Sssssh. Not a word, boy," Leroy scolded, coming closer.
"No. No, please," Carlos begged again. Again, Leroy shushed him, this time a finger to his lips.
"Come now, boy. You know that never does any good," he chided. He grabbed his stepson and pinned him to the floor, straddling him. No, no, no, no, no, Carlos thought fearfully. He raised arms in an attempt to block his stepfather, but Leroy merely grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head. Carlos shut his eyes and waited for what he knew was coming next. Searing pain raced through his body and Carlos screamed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hopefully, this is done tastefully. If not, tell me and I'll do my best to correct it.