Chapter Sixteen
Lincoln woke early the next morning. He sat up and became aware that he had slept in his jeans. He glanced over at Connor and remembered their conversation. Lincoln knew he shouldn't have confided in Connor. Now it was going to come back and hit him in the face. He was angry at Connor for jumping to conclusions. He had only stolen those fags because he couldn't get them any other way. There was no ulterior motive or psychological cry for help...was there?
He shook off the thought and quickly changed into some fresh clothes. The clock display flashed 5.45am. He jogged downstairs. The house was quiet and he presumed no one would be around. He walked into the kitchen and saw Sam at the breakfast bar, nursing a mug of something warm. He looked up and Lincoln thought how tired he looked: no doubt caused by him.
"Er, hey" said Lincoln, unsure of the reception he was going to get.
Sam smiled a small smile.
"Not much sleep for you either?" asked Sam.
Lincoln shook his head.
"Breakfast?" asked Sam.
"I can get it myself."
Lincoln edged past Sam and put some toast in the toaster. He went to the fridge and pulled out the butter. He felt Sam's eyes on him. Sam moved and was getting something out of the cupboard. Lincoln still wasn't sure how he was going to react. He could still snap.
"Come here a second" said Sam.
Lincoln put the knife down and turned around nervously.
Sam had the medicine box out and was searching through it.
"Let me see that cut" said Sam.
"It's fine"
"Let me just clean it up a bit"
Sam was in front of him now. Lincoln's heart was racing involuntarily: years of living with Ray conditioned his body to fear a man being so close.
Sam took him gently by the chin and raised his cheek to the light. He swabbed it with disinfectant and Lincoln flinched. "Sorry" he mumbled.
He put a small plaster along the cut. "Ice probably won't do much for the bruise now."
"You got Arnica cream?" said Lincoln, "It helps the bruise fade quicker."
Sam routed around in the box and pulled out a tube. He squinted at the instructions. "You can put it on the face?"
"Yeah, I have loads of times" said Lincoln.
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Bad News
Teen FictionFifteen year old Lincoln Taylor's life had finally settled down, before the unthinkable happened. Suddenly sent to live with a father he never knew and a family he had never even met, his life is turned upside down. Finding love along the way, he...
