Lewis didn't notice that Lisa wasn't at home for a while,
but he did notice that Len was not there to supplement his white collar dime.
As he drank away his money and the bottles piled up his anger grew, reaching new impossible heights.
He found the boy easily, he had been stupid enough to use his real name when he was admitted to the local ER. The low quietly seething grumble in his throat was tamped back down as he entered the hospital. Len wasn't the only one that could lie through clenched teeth, the role of a worried, caring father didn't come easy but it was necessary.

He watched as his useless son wasted the time of gentle nurses, waiting for them to leave before he acted.

His feet left angry echoes, the grumble in his throat began to grow into a roar.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing boy?!"
his voice was filled with a rage that left no doubt for what would follow once they were no longer in a public space. Despite this knowledge, the thick fog of fear that seemed to fill his mind whenever he was in the same room as his father and the lingering effects of whatever painkiller was being pumped into his hand he instinctively knew what would be the elder of the two men's goal and that most effective course of action would be to comply.
The boy in front of him remained silent, which only added fuel to his already sizeable rage, his hands flitted over the remaining UVs removing them without removing the other man in the room from his field of view.
He clamped his own calloused hand around the kid's arm and yanked him after him as he headed towards the exit.
Leonard stumbled as he tried and failed to get his feet under himself as they moved through seemingly endless corridors. With each careen around corners his breath hitched in hope that someone would save him, of course he would not be so lucky. As the sound of those around them filtered into a dull background, he became increasingly aware of the pathfinder's constant litany of disbelief at the actions of his only son.

As the sight of the hospital grew smaller in the rear-view mirror his attention was caught by the man glaring in blatant disbelief at his son's idiocy.
"The fuck did you tell them?!"
The level of anger displayed by the elder of the two was such that the kid had never heard seemed to short-circuit him as his voice failed him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you now?! I swear to god if you said anything I'll make sure you-"
His voice came back as he was able to stutter out a quick denial, cutting off the half-formed threat aimed at him.
"So you're not a complete F-king idiot then?! What the fuck were you doing wasting their time for?!"
His relief and composure was short lived, he was again left speechless.
"You better give me a damn good reason boy!"
Guilt joined fear in filling his stomach as he realised he had no idea how he could excuse what he had done. The sight of their crumbling abode he used to call home filled his vision kicked his every thought into overdrive, trying to work out how he could possibly not get killed (if at least for Lisa's sake).
Slowly he withdrew his mind from his cold and unfeeling body, a final bid to survive the coming events. He forced his breathing to slow as he heard the door slam and the walls shudder in response. He shivered as the cold of the house seemed to permeate into his bones. Avoiding thinking about the dim prospects of his immediate future he focused on his pre-determined plan, taking relief in the safety of his little sister.
The thud of shorts at his feet alerted him to the open staircase that filled so many of his nightmares, he was numb with fear as he replaced warm cotton with threadbare shorts that still carried sunken stains from the many lessons over the years. Even as he passed through the dark passage and the concrete steps beneath his feet soaked up any remaining warmth in his body he refused to allow the fear to take root.

The dim light from the doorway allowed him to see Lewis fiddle with his watch
"You've got 1 minute to explain"
was spoken so calmly it took a moment for him to realise it was Lewis that had spoken, he failed to look up as he spoke, instead turning to a table to check over the items laid there. Due to his father's ability to find wrongdoing in any possible statement of his, he could give he decided the truth would be easiest (or at least as close as).
Mentally revising his previous thought, saying nothing would probably be easiest, but then he couldn't be sure that he'd be able to give any defence as he'd probably be dead…. He would be so lucky, he mentally chastised himself as he realised he had yet to say anything.
"I didn't say anything. I must have passed out, I don't remember why or how I got to the hospital" He briefly supplied
"Don't. Lie. To. Me." was ground out from the man that still had his back to him.
"Honestly, I didn't, I'm not. I don't know what happened, I was barely even conscious so I couldn't have told anyone. Honest" His pleading with the man was weak, he knew. It was, however, his only perceivable option.
"Turn around"
the calm menace that laced every word from the older man drew a shiver down his spine. He had expected a punishment of epic proportions but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid.
As the larger man stepped up behind him to secure his hands above him he could feel the heat coming from the other man. Despite every part of his being begging to shy away from those harsh hands his exposed skin prickled with cold and chased any possibility of warmth.
His feet shifted, testing the limits to the manacles circling his ankles. Even without context, he would have been able to measure the magnitude of the anger of the other man simply from the use of those.
He let out a final breath and with it allowed his mind to float away from his body.
From a distance away from the torture he was undergoing he finalised each of his upcoming plans, making mental lists of information and equipment he would need, marking the change in equipment used to batter his already exhausted body.
Eventually, his mind grew exhausted of plans and tribulations of the day and allowed the sweet escape of unconsciousness.

He awoke confused, unable to place where he was, unaided from the weakening light.
The pain came to him in stages until he realised that the stream of cold water aimed at his raw and tender body had been the cause of his rude awakening.
His slender wrists holding his weight groaned as he flexed, he forced the sharp edges to part with the raw skin as he attempted to restore circulation, a potentially purposeless task (dependent on how long Lewis planned to continue the onslaught for).
He shifted his cheek against the clammy skin of his arm in attempt to estimate the time from the sliver of light in the crack on the far wall, hopefully, he would be done soon and he could get some sleep before Lewis needed him to work on something. He once again drifted back into his mind, avoiding thinking about the pain that he knew he would probably cause some problems if Lewis required his unique services.
The next time he awoke his wrists were able to move freely. He allowed himself a moment to bask in the remnants of sleep before the pain that was unlike any beating he'd have endured before. It was for this reason that he blamed for being unaware that he was still in the dank and slightly damp basement.
He pushed past the pain and attempted to get to his feet, he was floored and pain flooded his mind, leaving him dazed and unable to think of anything for a few more moments, the cold air whipped around his exposed skin, as he attempted to preserve the little heat he had left the unbalanced weight that settled against the top of his foot had him almost gasping for air in fear.
Each panicked breath drew him closer to the sobbing mess that held a shocking resemblance to the cries of his little sister a few days prior. It was this memory that halted the settling panic and reminded him why he couldn't let Lewis win.