Changing Lucas (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Hello! Here's chapter three! I'm on summer break so it'll be much easier to update and stuff. My updating span is the course of two weeks or less it just depends on what I'm doing that day or well, week that is. Comments are greatly appreciated, but not necessary. Though it is helpful because I feel like I'm going a little to fast on this, but it's a learning experience for me! Hope you all enjoy!

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Alex was still on the floor when he heard the door slam. He didn't know what the hell happened, but Lucas was acting strange. He said that Alex wasn't 'her', but who the hell is 'her'? He hadn't the slightest clue, yet something racked his mind. Why was Lucas in the closet in the first place and why was the bookcase in front of the door too? Earlier, he had heard yelling from Lucas's room while he was reading. Though, he really didn't want to hear any of it, so he put his headphones on and blasted music. That was a stupid mistake wan't it? He could have helped Lucas before hand, but he didn't.

Alex heard a sudden crash and then another and then another. He scrambled to his feet and stared at the door that it was coming from. Right away he knew that was Lucas's room and his heart wrenched at the thought. Lucas needed help. Anger management was probably one and the other was therapy. Alex guessed he was battling something and whatever it was, it wasn't anything good. The crashes stopped and it was quiet again, Alex was somehow surprised that his mother didn't come running down the all like always. Yeah, why the hell wasn't his mother running down the hallway like she would if she heard something crash. He sighed lazily and made his way back to his room, but before he opened his door he hesitated.

Alex looked back down the hall towards Lucas's room and wondered if he should see if he was alright. He decided against the idea once it popped into his mind. Alex shouldn't bother him right now, then again Lucas wouldn't even accept the help. He scoffed and opened his door. Alex closed it and slumped against it. His crazy mother did it again, he thought to himself. 

"Great job Mom," he said lowly, "we're living with a crazy person." And that's when he remembered her face. She looked happy to have Lucas join their two member family. Well, he didn't really join. He was just staying with them for a little while, but still it made her happy and that's all that counts.

Alex sighed heavily and flopped on this bed, making the coils and springs push him back up so that he bounced. The he groaned loudly, grabbed his pillow, covered his head with it to try and block any sound in the now quite house, and then he screamed. Getting out all the frustration he had built up inside of him. After he was done, Alex laid there quietly still thinking to himself. Then he laughed. He thought of himself as ridiculous in this moment. Lucas looked scary to him yeah...but, he tried to make an effort back there so many he is a little okay.

"As long as she's happy," he whispered. After all she did deserve it.

Alex's father was in the army and he had came back when part of his hand had been blown off by a grenade. He had PTSD ( Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and mostly every night he would wake up screaming or yelling some commands. Other times he would wake up and you could hear his heart wrenching sobs all throughout the house. Sometimes, he would have really good days and they would go to the park or go watch a new movie that came out. Alex wished that everyday would be a good day, but his little six year old mind couldn't wrap around the fact that it was a mere chance. And then one day he heard a bang in the back yard. Racing to the sound, he heard his mother shrill scream and sobs as he stumbled outside. He came face to face with his father on the grass with his handgun in his hand, lying dead on the ground.