Lay Me Down (MxM)

5. Glad We Had This Talk

Authors Note:

This chapter will be a heavier read, as poor Lucas doesn't have the best home-life. Please be aware it will contain scenes showing verbal and physical abuse. If these are triggering things for you, please skip this chapter, or read at your own risk. As an individual who grew up in an abusive household, this was a difficult chapter to write, but I hope it will give you more insight Lucas and some things are just required to propel the plot forward! I promise next chapter will be a more laidback read. Thanks again for your support, please let me know how you liked this chapter. Take care lovely readers. -Quill

"Lucas!"

Dad's gruff, angry voice tore me from my dreams.

"W-what?" I babbled sleepily, jolting upright in bed. I'd not had the chance yet to rub the sand from my eyes before I felt a sudden burst of pain radiating across my face.

Dad's hand.

"Wake the fuck up, you goddamned thief!" he roared.

Woke I did. I sat up and looked wildly around my room to try and register what was happening. Dad's hulking frame is stood there, looming over the side of my bed, while my side-table drawer has been thrown open, Penny's cash fisted in his large hand. He's seething with anger.

"What? What'd I do?" I dare to ask, reaching up to cup my burning cheek.

"Fucking get out of your fucking bed, and stand in front of me, Lucas!"

I just stared at dad, glancing nervously between the cash in his hand and his expression.

Did he find out about Penny cheating? Did she throw me under the bus?

Dad clenches his fists, "Lucas Andrew Price, are you deaf? Get your fucking ass out of bed... now, or I'll fucking drag you out by the fucking throat."

"Y-yes, yes, I heard you Sir, yes! Yes..." I stutter repeatedly, scrambling out of bed onto the floorboards.

"Look at me." He hisses, and I do.

Dad holds out the cash in his hand and waves it in front of my face. "A little birdie told me she was missing some money from her wallet this morning. Fucking explain yourself before I beat you senseless."

My eyes widened with shock. Penny. That fucking bitch! That lying, STD-infested, rotten cunt of a bitch.

Fuck, I really should've known better than to think our little confrontation last night was over.

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. If I tell dad the truth, he'll beat me, and he may not even believe me. If I don't tell the truth, he's still going to beat me. It's a lose-lose situation either way, but I'm tempted to take Penny's lying ass down with me.

"Well?" He growls, his dark eyes burning a hole in my face.

"Penny's a fucking liar..."

"What the fuck did you just say?" He snaps and steps closer.

I swallowed hard and stumbled backwards, bumping into the side of my bed, but I decided I wasn't going to let Penny put this shit on me. Fuck that bitch.

I cleared my throat and spoke louder. "I said your girlfriend is a liar, Pete."

The sound of dad's hand meeting my cheek echoed in the room once again, pain rushing through my face. My skin stings, and it feels hot, only burning the wake of his "discipline." My eyes began to water but I refused to cry, not in front of him. I reach up and cradle my face, chest heaving as I sucked in breaths in response.