I don't own The Loud House
Great Escape Chapter 1
"Get up, you three!" an angry voice bellows from the house. "Wake up!" he shouts again, his anger rising. "If I catch you, there'll be consequences!" Mr. Jack, seething with fury, ascends the stairs and reaches the door. He thrusts it open, slamming it against the wall, startling the three children into tumbling off the bed. "I've warned you ungrateful lot to rise early. Do it again, and you'll face a week without food and nights in the basement—understood?" Mr. Jack glares at them. "Understood, Jack," replies the boy with white hair. "We're sorry, it won't happen again," stammers the blonde, peeking from behind the other. The girl starts to apologize, "So sor—" but Jack cuts her off. "Out with it, brat!" he snaps. "Sorry," murmurs the other blonde, timidly hiding behind the boy with white hair.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back by 6 P.M.," Jack announced, leaving a list of chores for after school, emphasizing their importance. As he drove away, the boy with white hair turned to his sisters, concern etched on his face. "Are you both okay?" he asked gently. "Yes, we're okay, thanks, Lincoln," they replied in unison. Despite their reassurance, Lincoln noticed Lana's downcast eyes and Lola's tear-streaked face. He approached them, enveloping them in a comforting embrace. "Don't worry, I'm here for you. Nothing bad will happen," Lincoln soothed, wiping away Lola's tears. Clinging tightly to him, Lola whispered, "I'm scared, big brother." Lana, mirroring her sister, sought solace in Lincoln's protective presence.
"Don't worry, everything will get better soon," Lincoln reassured, prompting his sisters to look at him. "Do you promise to be there for us?" they asked, their voices tinged with worry. "I promise," Lincoln replied, his voice quivering as he wiped away their tears. "Let's just get through today, okay?" he suggested. "Okay," they agreed, and together they left their room. The house was in disarray, littered with drink cans and permeated with an unpleasant odor. In the kitchen, Lincoln pulled up a chair and began to prepare breakfast. Despite his small stature, he was adept in the kitchen. He skillfully cooked eggs and bacon, and when it was ready, he arranged it into a smiling face.
As they ate, Lola was aware that Lincoln hadn't prepared any food for himself. "Lincoln, aren't you going to eat?" she asked timidly. He shook his head in response. Lana, with a tone of concern, pressed, "Won't you be hungry?" Lincoln replied firmly, "No, I want to ensure you both have enough to eat." Despite their concerns for their brother's well-being, knowing he often skipped meals for their sake, they continued eating. Once finished, they gathered their things and left the house for school.
As they headed to school, which was just down the street, every step felt like an eternity. "Man, this is going to be a long walk," Lincoln muttered. Suddenly, he heard a sniffle and turned to see Lola and Lana with tears in their eyes. "What's wrong?" Lincoln asked, puzzled by their sadness. Glancing to his left, he saw Lana's gaze fixed on a family walking hand in hand – a mother, a father, and two children. To his right, Lola watched another family, a mother and father cradling their baby. Witnessing this, Lincoln noticed the tears streaming down their faces. Approaching them with concern, Lincoln inquired, "Are you upset because you long for a family?" Both nodded affirmatively. "It's just not fair," Lola and Lana lamented. "We live in constant fear and terror every day. Why can't we have a real family?" they cried out in unison.
Lincoln comprehends their meaning, and he has sisters who are triplets. Ever since they came under Jack's care, it has been a nightmare. Jack neglects them, often leaving them home alone, sometimes without food, and the worst is when he vents his anger on them. However, Lincoln always shields his sisters, enduring the brunt to protect them. He goes to great lengths to ensure their survival.
Lana and Lola turned to Lincoln, their gazes filled with a mix of hope and sadness. "I know we've endured a lot under that dreadful man," Lincoln acknowledged. "But I dream of a day when we'll be part of a loving family, one that's kinder and truer than what we've known." The uncertainty of their origins weighed on him. "Our real family, whoever they may be, left us with many questions. Yet, I promise you, we'll find a place where we belong." Emotions brimming, the siblings embraced, tears of sorrow transforming into tears of joy, comforted by the bond they shared. Lincoln had become more than a brother; he was their guardian, their teacher, their steadfast support. "Thank you, Lincoln," Lana and Lola whispered, their hearts lighter as they set off for school, hand in hand.
After seven hours, the trio returned home and tackled a list of chores: cleaning the house, watering the plants, mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, mopping the floors, organizing the closets, and preparing dinner. It seemed like a punishment fit for being grounded for five months. Once finished, they longed for a soothing bath and the comfort of their rooms. While Lana and Lola enjoyed their meal, Lincoln abstained, content in ensuring his sisters were fed. Despite his hunger, Lincoln found sustenance in his love for them. As the clock struck seven, Jack arrived to inspect their work. Shortly after, a loud voice resonated throughout the house.
"Lincoln, Lana, Lola, get down here now!" Jack yells angrily. At his command, all three siblings wake up. "Oh no, what does he want now?" Lincoln mutters, exchanging worried glances with his sisters. "Don't worry, just stand behind me," Lincoln reassures them, trying to calm their nerves. With hesitant steps, Lincoln, Lana, and Lola leave their room and descend the stairs, only to be met with Jack's furious gaze. They remain silent, standing quickly and stiffly. After a tense silence, Jack finally speaks. "Do you want to know what you three did?" he asks, seething with anger. They shake their heads, indicating 'no'. "So, you don't know? Well, I'll tell you what you did," he continues, striding towards the kitchen and pointing accusingly at the trash can. The three of them look on, confused, as there hardly seems to be any trash in it. "You didn't take out the trash," Jack accuses, grabbing the bin and flinging its contents in their direction, missing them narrowly.
Jack pointed out that the floor hadn't been cleaned or mopped properly. "And don't get me started on dinner; it was horrendous. I've never tasted anything so vile," he added. The question of who neglected their chores arose. "Was it you, Snowflake?" Jack accused, glancing at Lincoln. "Or perhaps it was Mud Beast?" he suggested, turning to Lana before approaching Lola. "Or could it be you, Miss Mistakes-a-Lot?" Lola attempted to respond, but her words jumbled in her haste. "Try speaking correctly for once," Jack snapped, causing Lola to tear up and Jace to become infuriated. Before Jack could utter another word, Lincoln rushed to Lola's defense. "Don't you dare yell at Lola for your mistake," Lincoln challenged Jack. "What did you just say, boy?" Jack retorted. Lincoln stood his ground, "I said, don't you dare yell at Lola, or Lana for that matter. It's not our fault that you're upset."
This is your fault for this. You are the one that throws the trash at us causing a big mess, it is your fault that you didn't cook, and it is your fault that why you are unhappy. It not are fault that you are an old man that has anger issues it is not ar... before Lincoln could say something else Jack pushed him in the face where his eye was. That causes Lincoln to fall to the ground. That caused Lola and Lana to run to their brother making sure he was ok. I have enough Jack says causing them to look at him. You three are not eating tonight and you are sleeping in the basement Jack says gaping Lincoln Lola, and Lana by the arm. After opening the door he throws them into the basement and closes the door. enjoy your night Jack says laughing evil.
After being hurled into the basement, Lincoln rose to his feet, disregarding the pain in his eye. His only concern was the safety of his sisters. He glanced at Lana and noticed her cradling her arm. "Lana, are you okay?" Lincoln inquired. With tears streaming down her face, Lana replied, "My arm hurts." She had landed on her left arm when she was thrown into the basement. "Poor Lana," Lincoln murmured, embracing her. "Where's Lola?" he wondered aloud, scanning the area for her. A few minutes later, he spotted Lola on the ground, clutching something. Lincoln assisted Lana to her feet and they approached Lola. As they drew closer, they heard soft sniffles. "Lola, are you okay?" Lincoln asked, surveying the scene. To his and Lana's dismay, they found Lola holding her right leg, crying out in agony. She had fallen on her leg during the fall into the basement, and it was causing her severe pain.
Lincoln gently placed Lana on the ground and turned his attention to Lola, examining the severity of her leg injury. As he attempted to move her leg, a surge of pain overwhelmed Lola, causing her to cry out in agony. "No, no, no, it hurts so badly," Lola sobbed. Lincoln, witnessing the pain of both sisters, felt a wave of anger wash over him. He was furious about their life in an abusive foster home, enraged at Jack for making his sisters cry, and incensed that being thrown into the basement had resulted in Lana's broken arm and Lola's broken leg. Holding his sisters close, Lincoln spoke through his tears, "I'm so sorry this happened to you two. I promise we will escape from here and find a life far better than this nightmare."
Lana and Lola, with tears in their eyes, embraced their brother Lincoln, Lana wrapping him with the arm that bore her ring. They cried, knowing Lincoln would always be there for them, always trying to help. "Thank you, Lin," Lana said. "You're the best, Licy," Lola added. "We love you," they both said, tears streaming down their faces. "I love you too. Let's just try to get some rest," Lincoln replied, comforting his sisters. They agreed, wanting to sleep but uncertain how, unaware that Lincoln had a plan to ensure a brighter future for them. Before Jack could confine them to the basement, Lincoln discreetly retrieved the key from his pocket.
Not long after Lana and Lola had fallen into a deep sleep, Lincoln was poised at the top of the stairs, glancing at the clock as it neared 11:25 PM. As the minute hand reached the half-hour mark, he used his key to unlock the door. Once inside, he hurried to the living room, emptied his backpack, and then proceeded to the kitchen to prepare some food: six peanut butter sandwiches, six turkey sandwiches, and to pack nine juice boxes. Next, he went to the bathroom to gather toothbrushes, soap, tissues, and a first aid kit to tend to Lana's arm and Lola's leg. "Okay, there's one more room I need to check—Jack's room," Lincoln muttered to himself, steeling his nerves before entering. Inside, he found Jack in a drunken slumber, likely out for the night, which meant Lincoln had to act fast. He collected the essentials: his car keys, phone, and a map, and upon inspecting the desk, his intuition urged him to search it. There, he discovered papers that seemed crucial. Just as he was about to leave, he spotted his wallet and recalled Jack's habit of taking their found money. Opening the wallet, he found $600, which he promptly returned to his backpack. With all the necessary items secured, Lincoln left the room, ready to set his plan in motion.
Lincoln said, "Now, there's one more thing I have to do," as he walked towards the door leading outside. About 20 minutes later, he returned inside the house. Jack was still asleep, but Lincoln knew it was time. "Okay, everything is ready, and I know where to go," Lincoln stated, heading back to the basement door, opening it, and descending the stairs. Reaching the bottom, he saw Lana and Lola still asleep, so he began to wake them. "Lana, wake up. Lola, wake up," Lincoln urged, prompting both to stir from their sleep, still in pain but eager to understand what was happening. "Lincoln, what's going on?" Lola asked. "What time is it?" inquired Lana. "Oh, sorry for waking you two, but I have something to show you," Lincoln said with a smile. "What is it?" they both asked, still groggy from sleep.
"I think it's best if I show you. Oh, Lana, can you help me lift Lola? Her leg is still hurting from that fall," Lincoln said. Lana nodded in agreement. Positioning themselves on either side of Lola, Lana took her left side and Lincoln her right, carefully helping her up the stairs. Once they emerged from the basement, they noticed the darkness outside. "Lincoln, it's still dark out," Lana and Lola observed. "I know, but there's something I want to show you," he replied. Lana looked puzzled at her brother. "Don't worry, I'll show you once we're outside." They approached another door leading outside. Opening it, they saw a red wagon. "Wait, why is there a red wagon here?" Lola and Lana asked. Lincoln remained silent but helped Lola into the wagon and urged Lana to join her. Lana, unsure of her brother's intentions, complied and climbed into the wagon.
Once they were both seated in the wagon, he began to pull it, and within seconds, it started moving away from Jack's house and onto the dark street. Twenty-five minutes had passed, and still, one remained in the wagon while Lincoln continued to pull. "Okay, you two, we're almost there," Lincoln announced. Minutes later, Lana and Lola took in the night's beauty and noticed a bag in the wagon. "Hey, Lola, do you see that? There's a bag," Lana pointed out. "I see it, but why does Lincoln have a bag here?" Lola wondered aloud. "Open it and let's see what's inside," Lana suggested. Lola opened the bag to find an assortment of items: food, a toothbrush, and other essentials, but to her surprise, she also found their stuffed animals, Froggy and Bear. "Wait, why are Froggy and Bear in here?" Lana questioned. "I'm not sure," Lola replied, just as Lincoln's voice reached them. "We're here," he declared.
Halting the wagon, Lincoln realizes they've arrived at the train station and notices an open door. "Lincoln, why is our stuff here? And why are we at the train station?" Lola inquires. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything soon. But first, Lana, help me get Lola onto the train," Lincoln instructs, hoisting the bag onto his back. "Okay," Lana agrees, assisting Lola off the red wagon and helping Lincoln board the train. Once inside, they find an empty compartment. "Here, put Lola on the seat," Lincoln directs Lana, who complies. Settling Lola into her seat, both Lana and Lola turn to Lincoln with concern. "Lincoln, why are we here, and why is our stuff here?" they repeat, seeking answers.
Lincoln gazes at them and begins to speak. "Okay, we're leaving," Lincoln declares. Lana and Lola look at him, puzzled, not grasping his meaning. "What do you mean, Lincoln?" Lana inquires, confusion evident in her voice. "We're leaving this nightmare behind. We're getting away from Jack," he explains, as Lana and Lola regard him with concern. "Remember when I said we were going to find a new place to live?" They nod their heads in affirmation. "That's what we're doing; we're leaving Jack to find a better life," Lincoln clarifies to his sisters. Shock registers on Lana and Lola's faces upon hearing this. Lincoln is determined to help them escape and free them from living with Jack, who is the worst person they know. Both sisters wonder why he would do this for them.
"I did it for you two," Lincoln continued to speak. Living with Jack had become a daily nightmare. Every mistake was met with yelling or harm, and I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to you both. So, I planned for us to escape this terrible nightmare, to start anew, away from the pain and suffering," Lincoln explained, looking at them. Their eyes were closed, and he didn't understand why, but after a few seconds, they began hugging him, tears of joy streaming down their faces. "Thank you, Lincoln, for everything," Lana said through her tears. "Deciding to have a caring and loving brother like you is the best," Lola added. "We love you so much," they both exclaimed, crying tears of happiness. "Anytime," Lincoln replied as the train started to move, signaling their departure from that place. Lana and Lola fell back asleep, still crying, relieved that Lincoln had rescued them from the monster that was Jack. Lincoln smiled, content in the knowledge that they were finally free. Moments later, Lincoln heard the conductor's announcement: "Okay, everyone, we will arrive at our next stop in about four hours. Our next stop is..." "Royal Woods," Lincoln thought, convinced it would be the perfect place to start anew and uncover the truth. Above all, he wished for his sisters to have a loving family and a warm home. As the train departed, Lincoln was reassured that his sisters would be safe once more.