In a different chapter, there came a moment when Lincoln chose to speak candidly. It was a significant occasion where he finally articulated his thoughts and opinions.
Page 6: A Choice
You needed know every life you make has to be your decision, even if it's not right or wrong, it's part of life.
Jordan was sitting on the chair, gently brushing her dog's fur as the golden rays of the afternoon sun illuminated the yard. The last week of summer brought a sense of camaraderie among friends, with Ronnie Anne and Bobby happily joining in to help with various tasks. Jordan paused and glanced at the empty seat at the desk nearby, her brow furrowing with concern. "Hey, guys, shouldn't Lincoln be here by now?" she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
Haiku, deeply engrossed in writing her latest poem, suddenly glanced up from her notebook. She checked her watch and replied, "You're right. It's been over an hour. Maybe he's dealing with another family issue?" Her pen hovered uncertainly above the paper, reflecting her concern for their friend.
Niko was busy checking on the food for their group gathering. He looked up with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I hope the boy hasn't tired himself out with his sisters. He usually comes here to unwind," he said, trying to lighten the mood.
Amy chimed in, her tone earnest, "This place is Lincoln's safe place. We always make sure he feels comfortable and relaxed here." Just then, the familiar creaking of the door interrupted their conversation, and everyone turned to see Lincoln walking in.
"Lincoln, you came—" Amy started, her words trailing off as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my goodness!" There was a collective gasp as they took in Lincoln's appearance. He was shivering uncontrollably, and despite the chilly air signaling the arrival of fall, he was dressed inadequately for the weather. He was wearing nothing but his normal clothes, and he was being supported by a tall girl who stood beside him.
Meli, concerned, stepped forward, her voice soft and probing. "Lincoln, what happened to you?"
Ronnie Anne narrowed her eyes at the unfamiliar tall girl at Lincoln's side. "Who's she?" she asked, suspicion lacing her voice.
"It's... complicated," Lincoln replied, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and distress as he moved closer to Amy for warmth.
"Come inside," Amy urged gently. "Luke make us some nice homemade hot chocolate, it can warm you up." Her frown deepened as she tried to hide her worry.
Lincoln wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and accepted the steaming cup of hot chocolate from Amy, the rich aroma enveloping him as he cradled it in his hands. The smooth, velvety warmth of the drink started to thaw the chill that had settled in his bones. "Thanks, guys," he said sincerely, his voice almost a whisper.
Sam, with a worried frown, studied him closely. "Lincoln, why didn't you wear anything suitable for this cold?" Her concern was palpable, and she realized how unprepared he seemed for the drop in temperature.
Feeling the weight of everyone's anxious stares, Lincoln knew it was time to swallow his pride and explain what had happened, the warmth of the hot chocolate, and the safety of his friends urging him to open up. "Well, it's like this..."
Flashback...
In the morning, it is almost time to go to the convention center, but his parents call him and reveal the bank account Pop-Pop gave him for his art business. Grandfather believes he can do better.
Rita spoke in a sharp tone. "What is this."
'Should have least checked mail,' Lincoln thought while a grumble looked at his parents. "That is my bank, Pop Pop made it for me of my art,"
"You make money out of it?!" Lynn Sr shouted
"I can't believe you make this so much over a summer," Rita states looking at the amount.
"MONEY?!"
The daughters came from downstairs, looking at their parents, looking at the paper, each one shocked to see how much was on it, slowly turning to Lincoln who was nervous.
"Bro, you have this much money on you?!" Luna questioned in shock.
"Uh yeah, I kinda helped Verisoka do her album covered; guess she paid me for it," Lincoln answered, scratching his head. "You guys are mad,"
"Of course we're mad," Lynn Sr responds but makes a smile. "But also proud,"
Lincoln smiled at them, each of them nodding in agreement. "Really?"
"Of course, it means you can help out your family!" Rita shouted as everyone cheered.
Lincoln frozen. "Wha?"
"Yeah, means we can have loads of fun with you!" Lynn shouted
Lincoln's left eye twitches in frustration, a physical manifestation of his anger. He can hardly believe that his family seems to think they can frivolously spend the money he has worked so hard to earn, treating it as if it were simply a source of entertainment for their enjoyment. As he glances down, unable to meet their eager expressions, he tunes in to their conversation, hearing them make plans and suggestions about how to spend his hard-earned income. A wave of disbelief washes over him, and he slowly shakes his head, the movement deliberate and heavy with disapproval. "No..." he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, but loaded with finality.
"I buy Bobby an expensive present, and he comes back to me!" Lori shouted daydreaming.
Leni jumped a little, clapping. "We tote going to the mall, all the time!"
Lincoln tightens his fists. "No..."
"I do get my band new gear. We rocked on with new equipment. Sam will be happy with the news!" Luna shouts as she makes a peace sign.
Luan rubs her hands. "With load clowns stuff and pies, I so gonna get noticed of my clowned business,"
"No..." Lincoln repeated gritting his teeth.
"New sports balls and gears for me to get smashed to pieces!" Lynn roars pounding her chest in excitement.
"I can get a new coffin for myself and make total loads of homemade blood," Lucy states with a small smile.
Lincoln can't believe it's happening, and he tries to suppress his anger and hold it in. "No..."
Lola moved her hair. "Loads of clothes, jewelry, makeup for me!"
"I so gonna enjoy getting new critters, maybe one with sharp teeth!" Lana states think of a large animal.
Lincoln's face slowly turned red as he consumed pure negative emotion, steam coming out of his ears. He spoke in a small voice, "No..."
Lisa smiles big. "New equipment for my latest experiment I have plans,"
"I can get message double the week, lotion to clear my skin while relaxing in the spa," Rita states
"Fixing up the Vanilla can be great like new cushions, might get some new ties for my collection, oh maybe might fancy restaurants, maybe award for a toy you wanted-" Lynn Sr listed
As the conversation continued, everyone began to realize that Lincoln was seething with fury. His frustration had been building, and every comment they made about purchasing extravagant items that could drain his finances in a matter of days pushed him closer to the edge. It was as if they were completely oblivious to how their reckless spending plans affected him. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Lincoln erupted. His voice rang out with a mixture of anger and desperation as he shouted at them, expressing the weight of his feelings and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had been festering inside him. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Each one looked at him in shock, letting out a level of yelling, and seeing an irritated look, the mother of the family spoke. "Lincoln?"
"What's with you guys? Do you think gonna I'll spend money on all that? There's no way I gonna do those things," Lincoln said as he swiped his arm.
Lynn glared at him. "WHAT?!"
Lori growled at her brother. "What you gonna do with all that money?!"
Lincoln pointed out. "Art supplies, paint cans, draw boards, new equipment cause I keep using old ones, I can help you guys but not spend my money on something that can't be just for fun,"
After hearing Lincoln's declaration, his sisters erupted in a frenzy, their voices rising in anger as they accused him of being ungrateful, selfish, and stubborn. They felt betrayed, their faces flushed with frustration. Lincoln stood his ground, crossing his arms defiantly and glaring back at them. He had endured so much during the summer—the excitement of the convention, the friends he had made, and the chance to showcase his skills and talents. Their scornful words no longer intimidated him. Carl's voice is always in his heart, in mind. "Remember Lincoln...don't let anyone...tell you who you are..."
Just as the tension reached its peak, a loud bang echoed through the house, and their father, Lynn Sr., stopped the yelling by slamming his fist into the table. His gaze was fixed on Lincoln, disappointment in his eyes, and he turned to his daughters with a commanding voice. "Girls, go to your rooms, NOW!" His tone brooked no argument, effectively cutting through the chaos and restoring a sense of order to the situation.
The sisters walk out while looking at Lincoln in glare, disgust, frowning, and even anger; the last one is Lola, who smiles evilly at Lincoln in trouble, her last moment to him by sliding her thumb across her throat. Lincoln looked at his parents, gonna have to talk to them about his refusal to share his earnings.
"You're gonna do this? You gonna keep all the money to yourself, not helping with your family's problems?" Lynn Sr question
"Problems, you all talk about buying that not helping the cause, you guys just spent the money that is total on yourselves," Lincoln shouted.
"Lincoln! We're trying to have moments that will be amazing, you can do those things," Rita states
"You guys have already done it before; why is it so different than me?!" Lincoln question
"Cause we don't have the money, you do, all you needed to do is make more those coloring pages," Lynn Sr answered.
Lincoln can't believe his father says coloring pages, it's insulted to artists. "It's not coloring pages dad, it's literally about yourself and life, dreams of what you do!" Lincoln said as he went to the door, grabbing his coat. "Now I just going to the convention center,"
"I thought we're banned from that place," Lynn Sr states
"I pay them back since you guys can't afford it." The boy responds, begins to walk to the door, and opens it, but Rita blocks him with a stern look. "Alright I had enough of this attitude of yours, you gonna treat your sisters and your parents with respect, and you not going back to that place,"
"What?!" Lincoln questions in shock, his mother doesn't wanna him to go there even if he pays their debt. "Why? I pay-"
"End of discussion!" Rita shouted as she closed the door, and walked away.
"But-"
"I say...END OF DISCUSSION!"
Lincoln stood at the edge, his gaze cast downward, engulfed by a powerful longing to return. The weight of unfinished business pressed heavily on his heart; he thought of all the friendships he had forged and the knowledge he still yearned to gain from his companions. He was on the verge of making a choice that would not only cause him pain but also likely lead to significant consequences for a long time to come. "No…"
At that moment, Rita halted her movement, her eyes widening in disbelief. Even Lynn Sr. wore an expression of shock, grappling with the gravity of what his son had just uttered. It was an unprecedented moment—Lincoln had never expressed such defiance toward his mother before. Rita turned to face him, her brow furrowing in concern as she processed the change in his demeanor. He seemed like a stranger, filled with resolve. She searched his face for reassurance, trying to grasp the sincerity of his words. "What was that?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly as she sought to confirm whether he truly meant it.
Lincoln sucked it up while closing his eyes, he may not get anything on the special day but he needed to stand up for what he believed in. "No...I'll not abandon a place that helps me keep going forward," He opens the door while speaking again. "Now, I'm late,"
Lincoln is about to hold out but his jacket is grabbed, he turns to see an angry-looking Rita, who's ready to get punished, tighten her grip on the jacket sleeve. "Lincoln Loud, you crossed the line, you march on to your room now,"
Both of them tugged on the jacket's sleeves. Rita was surprised by how much strength her son had now. He was wearing a black oversleeve over his usual orange shirt, unaware that Lincoln had been training throughout the summer with the help of Dan and Ronnie Anne. He had gained some muscle on his previously thin frame and was determined to maintain his commitment to getting into better shape. They had promised to follow their advice, but as they continued pulling on the jacket, it suddenly ripped. The boy shouted, "Let go!"
"No, you let go!" Rita shouted
The boy sees the jacket is ripped halfway, so it's useless to him, which means one thing to get to the convention, he spoke. "Okay..."
Lincoln let go of the jacket, making Rita drop to her fanny, Lincoln took off running to the door, and Lynn Sr glared deeply at the door. "That boy gonna be so grounded when he-Honey,"
Rita stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor as Lynn Sr. rose beside her, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. She was seething with anger, her mind racing with thoughts of her son leaving her to return to that place, particularly with that woman present. The betrayal cut deep—he had chosen that white-haired floozy over his mother.
As her fists clenched tightly at her sides, a low growl escaped her throat, a sound filled with frustration and pain. It was a growl unlike any other, resonating with all the fury she held inside. Lynn Sr. glanced over at his wife, feeling a slight tremor of apprehension at her fierce demeanor. He had seen Rita angry before, but this was something entirely different; it was as if a storm was brewing within her, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about where it might lead.
"I need to punch something...Lynn, I need to punch something!" Rita said trying to control the remaining patience in her body.
Lynn Sr looked around until he grabbed two sofa cushions. "Here, punch the cushions!"
Rita held up her fist, looking at them, itching to punch her fists. "Are you sure..."
"Yeah, Lisa modified the couch, having at least three layers of cotton to make the pillow thick to contain the girls fighting over the remote," Lynn Sr states
Rita starts hitting the cushions while Lynn Sr. makes roofing sounds, his eyes popping out like a character from Looney Tunes. He falls, and as she continues to hit the cushions hard, Rita eventually stops to catch her breath. She goes to the kitchen to grab some ice cream, unaware that her husband is on the ground with a sofa cushion with fist prints.
As Lincoln trudged along the snow-covered street, biting winds whipped around him like a frigid gale. He hugged his arms tightly against his body, trying to fend off the cold, but it seeped into his bones. Suddenly, his foot caught in a hidden pothole, and he stumbled forward, landing hard on the icy ground. With a soft groan, he rubbed his arms vigorously, desperate to generate some warmth, while wishing for a break from the relentless chill.
Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps broke through the biting silence, echoing against the deserted street.
"Lincoln?"
Startled, he looked up to find a familiar figure approaching. To his surprise, it was Stella, someone he hadn't seen in a while, returning just two weeks before school began. "Stella?" he exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and relief washing over him.
Flashback Ends...
Lincoln stared at his cup, his expression empty. "Stella helps me get through the icy wind, I just left my jacket which it's now ruined. I came here looking for answers, but now my whole family knows what I'm doing and thinks I can provide for everything to keep my art going... I don't know," he said, rubbing his eyes as tears began to form. "I don't know what to do."
Lincoln felt a gentle warmth as he was embraced from the side. Amy, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, looked at him with a deep sadness that tugged at his heart. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, offering him comfort in this moment of vulnerability. Meli and Niko stood nearby, their expressions filled with protective concern. Each of them looked at Lincoln, their faces reflecting a mix of worry and empathy. They were all determined to support him, ready to do whatever it took to lift his spirits and help him confront the challenges he was facing. Their unwavering presence and shared determination aimed to coax a smile back onto his face, even in his struggles.
"Come on everyone, let's have our day of doing decorations, let's have our time together!" Amy shouted as everyone cheered in agreement.
As everyone is busy decorating the building for the holidays, whether in pairs, groups, or solo, Lincoln is enjoying his time with his group. He smiles, feeling at peace and clear-headed. The people love getting into the festive spirit with shiny lights and colorful ornaments. Lincoln even helps Luke with cooking dinner. However, he notices that one person is missing. Peering outside, he hears sniffing and...crying. "Sam?"
"Crap.." Sam muttered rubbing her eyes, looking at Lincoln with a nervous smile. "Hey, Lincoln?"
"Why are you crying?" Lincoln asked, glancing back at the door with concern in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Should I get some help?"
"NO!" Sam shouted, her voice sharp as she quickly shut the door behind her. She turned to Lincoln, her expression a mix of urgency and desperation. "Lincoln, promise me you won't tell anyone you saw me crying."
"I promise..." Lincoln responded, nodding his head earnestly.
"Swear it!" Sam insisted, narrowing her eyes at him in a way that made it clear how serious she was.
Lincoln raised his hands defensively. "Okay... okay, I swear. But honestly, you don't have to hide your problems from everyone here. We can talk about it."
Sam looked down at the floor, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to shield herself from the world. "You don't understand," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lincoln slowly reached out and took her hand, catching her off guard. "I can try to understand. Just talk to me," he urged gently.
Sam stepped closer to the bars of the small enclosure, still gripping his hand as she wrestled with her emotions. After a moment, she exhaled shakily. "My parents got divorced."
Lincoln's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I had no idea."
With a distant look in her eyes, Sam gazed up at the cloudy sky outside. "It was horrible. My mom and dad fought all the time, about everything and nothing at all. Eventually, it escalated until my dad couldn't take it anymore and just left. He didn't even say goodbye. My mom tries to pretend everything is fine, but it's not. She just puts on a brave face. My brother has changed too; he used to be so carefree, loving video games and being a fan of Ace Savvy. Now, he barely eats and spends all his time shut away in his room. He just lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of a life without our dad."
Lincoln felt a deep sense of concern as he watched Sam break down in tears. It was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, and he could tell that this was a moment of profound pain for her. "Sam..." he said gently, hoping to provide some comfort.
Sam buried her hands in her face, her body shaking with each sob. "I tried to talk to Luna, but she just said that I was handling my parents' divorce too well," she explained, her voice muffled by her hands. "But the truth is, I was terrified. I wanted to reach out to someone about how I felt, but the fear held me back. Everyone sees me as the strong girl, the one who can manage all this, but inside, I'm struggling." She lifted her gaze to meet Lincoln's, her red, puffy eyes filled with sorrow and vulnerability. "I just want my daddy back," she confessed, her voice breaking with emotion.
Without thinking, Lincoln moved closer and enveloped Sam in a warm embrace. She was taken aback at first, her eyes widening in surprise, but then she melted into his arms, letting the comfort wash over her. He could feel tears pricking at his own eyes as he spoke from the heart. "I'm so truly sorry to hear that you're feeling this way, Sam. You don't deserve to bear this burden alone, and neither do your mom and brother. Maybe it would help if we brought them here, where we can all find healing together. I want you to know if you ever feel like talking or just need someone to be there with you, I will always be right here for you."
A glimmer of warmth flickered in Sam's eyes as she smiled through her tears, appreciating his support. As she slowly returned the hug, she whispered, "Thank you... that means a lot to me."
Lincoln looked up and smiled, nodded, he began to pull her inside to get some coco because of the icy wind getting to them, he saw his group waiting at the table and looked to see two members were missing. 'Where's Stella and Ronnie?'
At the bustling entrance of the convention center, Ronnie Anne, and Stella enjoyed their warm mugs of cocoa on a chilly day. As they chatted comfortably, Ronnie Anne remarked, "That's what he did; man, he went all out for it."
Stella laughed heartily at the thought. "Seriously, who knew Lincoln would step up like that just for you? I remember one time when I caught the flu. The boys were all worried they would get sick too, but Lincoln showed up at my house with a big pot of homemade chicken soup. I didn't even want it at the time, but he insisted, and it turned out to be just what I needed to feel better."
Ronnie Anne nodded, appreciating Stella's story. "He helps us no matter what, even when we try to push him away. That's just the kind of person he is," she said, glancing at the clock as a bell chimed, signaling that it was time for dinner. They both stood up, and Ronnie Anne quickly asked, "So, what do you think about Lincoln?"
Stella paused for a moment, tilting her head as she contemplated the question. With a soft smile spreading across her face, she replied, "Well, he's kind of a nerd, you know? He can be dorky, and whenever he tries to get into sports, he just ends up with Charley Horses. But underneath all that, he's genuinely a nice guy. He's always there for me, and always finds time to help others in need, and lately... he's been changing. He's becoming more confident and interesting," she said, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she realized the direction of her words.
Blushing even more, she quickly added, "I'm so sorry! I know you have a thing for him, and I don't want to overstep—"
"Hey, no sweat! I get it. That's why I brought it up. Sometimes I think guys might get the wrong idea and assume we're both interested in him. It's a little funny to think about sharing him," Ronnie Anne said, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea.
The two girls exchanged incredulous looks, and laughter erupted around them, appreciating how ridiculous it would be for one guy to have multiple girls vying for his attention. "Yeah, as if something like that could ever happen," Stella joked, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Right? But seriously, I'm starving. I can't wait to dig into that meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes," Ronnie Anne said, her eyes lighting up at the thought of dinner. They turned to head inside, and she added, "Look if you want to date him, go for it. I'm just worried about the whole long-distance thing since I live in another city."
Stella nodded thoughtfully. "I'll think about it," she replied, a smile on her face as they entered the convention center, ready for whatever the night would bring.
It's time, to go home, everyone begins to leave even Lincoln who places his bike on the back of the van and looks at his friends who are worried about him, he sighs looking up knowing he has to face the consequences. "Guys I..."
"No, I needed to talk to your sister," Sam said wanting to get something out of her chest.
"Same goes for me," Bobby replied as placed his hand on the shoulder. "Almost for to head back to the city, says goodbye,"
Ronnie Anne nodded in agreement. "I'd make sure no one harm you,"
Meli waves his hand. "Stay safe Lincoln!"
"Don't let them push around mate!" Tabby shouted do a peace sign.
Haiku looked up. "If they do, curse them all life,"
Lincoln finally returned home. He grabbed his bike, went to the garage, placed it inside, and then headed to the front door. As he reached for the doorknob, the door burst open, and he was grabbed by Lynn. She was furious about Lincoln not sharing his cash with the family; their dad had told her one thing: "Grab him when he gets back!"
Lincoln winced from the pain as Lynn twisted his arm behind his back. "Lynn, stop! You're hurting me!" he pleaded.
"Hey, get off him!" Ronnie Anne shouted.
Lynn was pushed into the grass. Looking up, she saw Ronnie Anne glaring at her. Then Sam and Bobby arrived, along with Amy and Niko. The rest of the Loud family soon came outside too, curious about the commotion. Rita shot a glare at Amy, who returned the gaze sharply. Lori was excited to see Bobby, but he only frowned. Sam felt the need to talk to them.
"What are you doing here?" Rita asked.
"I'm here to talk to you two. Lincoln told me everything, and we should chat inside," Amy replied, pointing toward the house.
Everyone except Bobby went inside. He stayed on the porch to talk with Lori. "So Bobby, it seems like you haven't been getting my texts or calls. Maybe we should plan a last-minute date? I can go grab our favorite—"
"Lori, do you think that getting Lincoln's money just to buy me things is okay? You know he has a job too, right?" Bobby interrupted.
Lori was taken aback by his response. "I just wanted to give you something. Lincoln has loads of money... he doesn't keep it all to himself."
"Bobby, it's not cool for you and your family to gang up on my little brother. I don't want anything from Lincoln. You should know that," Lynn said, reaching out to grab Bobby's hand. "I just want to see you more often—"
Bobby pulled away and asked, "How's your work and school going this semester?" Lori opened her mouth to respond but found herself speechless.
"I think all this calling and texting is messing up our time. We need to study hard and pass our exams to get good grades, so we can go to the same college and think about making some changes."
"But, Boo Boo Bear—" Lori began, only to see him turn away, making her frown.
In the backyard, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows as Sam confronted Luna, her voice a mix of frustration and hurt. "How could you not be on Lincoln's side?"
Luna shrugged, her expression contemplative. "Sam, all that money is meant for him. We could use it to help the band get new equipment, and it might even help Chuck fix up his van so we can go play shows in distant places!"
Sam shook her head, her brow furrowing in disbelief. "Oh, so it's about the band, or is it just about you?" she snapped, making Luna freeze in surprise. Sam pressed on, her voice rising with emotion. "This summer, you've been going solo, writing songs all by yourself, and doing almost all the practicing alone. You never even check in with us! What do you think we've been occupied with?"
Luna's eyes widened, taken aback by the intensity of Sam's words. "Wha?"
Sam glared at her, frustration boiling over as she waved her arms for emphasis. "Yeah, that's right! While you've been busy having fun and teaching your little brother a lesson by leaving him out, I've been stuck dealing with problems at home! They've been eating me alive inside, and only when Lincoln reached out to me did I feel like someone cared."
"H-How did he know about your issues?" Luna stuttered, confusion evident on her face.
Sam held Luna's gaze, her expression fierce yet vulnerable. "Because he asked. He genuinely wanted to know how I was doing." Luna's jaw dropped, stunned by the admission. "Yeah, he asked. You're supposed to know me, but all you see is this image of me as a strong rock girl. You don't realize I'm still struggling with things in my life."
With a heavy sigh, Sam placed her arms on the wooden railing, staring up at the dark, ominous clouds gathering in the sky. "At least your little brother listened to me, unlike you."
"Sam, I—" Luna started, her voice trembling as she reached out to place a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder. But Sam quickly brushed it off, creating a distance that made Luna feel small. Sam's rejection made her withdraw her hand, filled with guilt and shame as she stepped back, trying to process what had just been said.
"You think like that?!"
In the living room, Amy and Rita were chatting until turn into an argument, Niko was simply there with her arms crossed to see this happening while Lynn Sr covered himself in fear. "Are you sure you did not intervene?"
"You lucky Amy don't want me to knock you out," Niko said while glaring making him scared of her, the tall girl smirk. "By the way, I love she gets like this, so different when growing a spine, even taking charge in bed,"
Lynn Sr looks at her. "Wait what?"
"Why you and your family jumped on Lincoln's cases, why he so important to keep your girls in check, that your job!" Amy shouted glaring deeply at Rita's attitude.
"Lincoln is a gentleman who's helping his family's needs, with his art, he can do more, but thanks to your ways of talk, he changes!" Rita glared.
"It's not my fault, it's yours, all I did to let Lincoln express himself in his art, if he wanted to do it, he'd be an amazing person for doing artistic things in the right way," Amy responded.
"Oh drawing is good, but needed to be there, everyone in this family supports each other, and you make Lincoln not comings to the girls' events, all he did to avoid us for the rest of the summer, you tried to break us apart!" Rita shouted angrily
Amy rubs her eyes in frustration. "Maybe it way before that, have ever thought of what he feels, how it feels to go out to cheer on his family? Not a single day of relaxing being himself, in family this big, amount females in this household, this no such thing as secrets."
Rita pointed at Amy with anger. "You listen, Lincoln my boy, I gave birth to him, so I decided what best for him!"
Amy collided her face with Rita's face. "WHAT? SO BEST IS NOT BEING HIMSELF?!"
Both ladies glared deeply at each other, realizing their point of view wouldn't reach one another, the mother of the Loud. "Get out of my house,"
Amy pulls out and texts the kids. "Come on Niko, let's go,"
"Are sure you don't want me to get them a least a black eye?" Niko asked targeting Lynn Sr who cowardly held up a chair.
"No, they are not worth it," Amy answered sees Ronnie Anne coming down. "I bring you and your brother back to your mother,"
"Thanks," Ronnie Anne responds looking at the parents. "If something happens to him, I make sure you guys give me," She walked out.
Niko follows Ronnie Anne, Amy's last one to go, and looks at Rita. "If tries to take your only son, things will be worse, remember that," she closed the door.
Lynn Sr sighs and places the chair down. "Man, I glade that over with huh Honey?" He sees Rita going upstairs. "Rita?"
Rita made her way upstairs and found Leni standing in front of Lincoln's door. "Leni, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. I've been trying to talk to Lincoln, but he's just been quiet ever since Ronnie Anne left," Leni replied.
"Go to your room, now," Rita said sternly. As Leni walked away, Rita approached the door. "Lincoln, are you in there?" There was no response from him. She continued, "Look, I know that art is your way of coping, but this isn't just about you. You need to respect your father, your sisters, and me. You will help out your family sometimes, and you won't go back to that convention center until you've shown that you can behave. I hope you will come down for dinner."
With that, Rita left. Inside Lincoln's room, he sat against the door with his knees pulled up to his chest.
"It's always a choice, and it can be complicated, but doing the right thing is important,"
Lincoln glanced up at his small window and saw the moon shining brightly, which made him smile.
"It's worth it in the end,"
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