Lucas laid on his bed throwing a rubber ball on the wall, with his good arm. The ball would bounce back to him. It was three in the morning and he couldn't sleep. Ever since he got out of the hospital he had trouble closing his eyes. When he did it just brought him back to that night. The gunshots. The pain. The tears. It was all to much.

"You know, if you hit that thing any harder, you are going to put a whole in the wall." Keith smiled from the door way.

"Sorry did I wake you?"

"Nah, I mean I'm always up at three in the am."

"Sorry."

Keith took a seat next to Lucas.

"Talk to me Lucas. How's your head."

"My head's fine, its my shoulder that got shot." Lucas joked.

"That's not funny Lucas."

Lucas didn't say anything.

"Listen Luke, you're worrying a lot of people. I mean, you aren't being yourself and I know you've been through a really tough time, but don't keep it all bottled up inside of you. People all around you want to help you."

" Keith if you don't mind, I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to go to sleep."

Keith sighed. His nice attempt at trying to help out Lucas, failed again.

"Good night Lucas."

Lucas relaxed until he was positive Keith was asleep. He then tip toed out of his room, and took the car to a place where he least expected himself. He walked in and when he asked to be taken to the room, they all gave him shocked looks, but none the less, they took him there.

He was basically all alone. Who the hell goes to a jail at three in the morning?

He took a deep breathe when he saw Dan sitting down on the opposite end of the glass, he picked up the phone as Dan did the same.

" You look happy." Lucas started.

"Lucas.."

"No I mean it. I mean, jail. Its doing you good."

"Why are you here?"

"What? I can't check up on dear old daddy? Just seeing how you were."

"Well, to your satisfaction, I'm miserable. Down right miserable. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have nightmares about what I did every night. I cry because I'm sad. I yell because I'm angry. I know I've screwed up a lot Lucas. And yeah, it sucks. My life sucks, and I'm getting everything I deserve. I know that."

"No. No you aren't getting half of what you deserve. Do you really understand what you did? You shot not one, not two, but three fucking people."

"Lucas I know that."

"And you think that jail time is what you deserve? Hell no Dan. No way in hell."

"How is Nathan?"

"Who the hell do you think he is? You killed his mother, then you shot his brother. All in one night."

"Well you two need to stick with each other. You're brothers. You need to always be close, and take care of one another."

"Thanks for the fatherly advice, what's next? If he pisses me off shoot him?"

"You know I never used to be like this. I never was a monster. I was a happy, loving carefree guy, like yourself Lucas. I loved life, and I loved myself. Pretty soon that all changed, before I could even realize it."

"So what? Your way of fixing it is killing people? Making them listen by gun point?"

"All I'm saying Lucas is be careful."

"Be careful? For what."

"You have my blood Lucas. What's the saying again? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Well lets just say I wont be that surprised if you aren't in here in a few years down the road."

Lucas looked up and say that evil smirk on his face.

"I will never be like you. Ever. You hear me?"

"We'll see son. We'll see."

Dan continued to grin and then signaled the guard over to tell him they were done.

"This chat was good son, I hope to see you soon, I mean I'm sure I'll see you at my hearing which is in a few months. Come by to support the pop." Dan smiled hanging up the phone and standing up.

"Hey." Lucas called to him, causing Dan to pick it up once more.

"Yes?"

"Don't drop the soap, Dad."