Lucas Carmody

Lucas' life was a bit like Freya's.

Just a little bit.

His mum, Emma Carmody had once died from Preeclampsia. He had grown up with his dad, Patrick, and Patrick couldn't help but just a little bit blame his son for it.

About there the similarities ended. Because Patrick had never touched a bottle of alcohol during Lucas' eleven years, eight months, two weeks and three days. And with it, not able to keep blaming his son- spoiled Lucas to death. And if both of them had been in charge, Patrick couldn't have stopped doing that.

But their story too was coming to an end.

"Now. Where do you want to go first?" Patrick asked his son as they got into their way, as they usually did on Saturdays. "Where do you want to go today? Book store? Toy store? We'll have to do some grocery shopping later. But we need some frozen things so we'll take that right before we go back home… Maybe you would like to go to both the book store and then the toy store?"

Lucas was just quiet today. As if he already knew something was ought to go wrong. He wanted to say that he would be happy with going grocery shopping and then going back home so he could go back to bed- there was nothing he wanted more anyway.

"Are you feeling alright buddy?" Patrick asked noticing in the mirror how Lucas looked when he wasn't answering. "You look a bit pale."

"I'm tired." Lucas mumbled. "My head hurts."

"Maybe you're getting sick." Lucas shrugged but Patrick only turned the car. "I know what we'll do. We'll go to the book store and you can get some magazines. And then we'll go and just buy some groceries before we go back home. Will that be okay? Can you do that?"

Lucas didn't answer verbally, so Patrick- after waiting a few seconds later looked to his son in the rearview mirror.

It was that after losing his Emma, Lucas's mum. Any time Lucas was hurt, in pain or sick something twisted in Patrick's belly. He would have wanted to follow every step Lucas took. Every move he made if it only made it possible for Patrick to catch it when it got worse. Maybe if he'd done the same when Emma was pregnant he could have saved her…

It was enough with Lucas having a stuffed nose or stubbing his toe…

"That's okay." Lucas noticed how Patrick looked up and into the rearview mirror. "…It's okay…"

It was not okay. And nothing would ever be okay again…

For just a split second too long Patrick had looked into the rearview mirror and at his son. He had worried a bit a little bit too much about what his son was going through. Maybe, if he had properly had his eyes on the road and his concentration on driving then it would have been okay. And he would have been able to turn to the side when another car came around the corner from the book store. And it came way too fast.

Lucas's eyes was only barely half opened, he was so tired and his head was pounding so badly. But he could still feel it as the car was hit, as they turned around and ended up on the car's roof. He could tell how everything was spinning around. How it made him vomit. And how at last, the only thing he saw that was still was his dad, upside down but even now caring more for his son than anything else.

"Lucas? Can you hear me? It's okay! We just had a crash, we're going to the hospital now. Lucas? Lucas? Be a good boy. I know you are really… Lucas?"

XxXxX

It wasn't okay.

It would never be okay again.

Because, while Lucas drifted into unconsciousness after the crash. He didn't even know that while he was going to wake up again. His dad was drifting further and further away, and he was never going to wake up.

Lucas had barely had to take a step in life without Patrick, by his side And when he laid there in a hospital bed, not even able to cry he realized that he would have to do it all- everything on his own.

Or maybe he wasn't on his own!

As he had no friends or family to take care of him, Lucas ended up in a care home for kids there was no one to care for. And there was a girl named Freya, she seemed to want to take Lucas under her wing.

But then, piece by piece she changed. And Lucas' own life wasn't as much his own anymore.

Random fact

I don't even know if there's anyone reading this series. But I am, and I'll keep writing this story until all the characters have chapters.