Luke would typically be your average,teenage boy leading a normal life, despite the fame and popularity his parents and two older siblings have. But in this particular story something doesn't add up.
Read to find out what it is (☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞
Anyways this...
Something about Luke's happiness just didn't add up. How come he couldn't remember what Sydney was talking about?
On the night he collapsed from crying about the news of the passing of his friend Sydney, his father called Titus once more to come to their mansion to deal with one more problem, a lose end if you must. Chris , although knowing he loves his son knew he had to do something to prevent him from speaking up. He knew he couldn't send Luke to the torture chamber as then somehow Luke's scars would need an explanation which would then somehow lead back to him and that's something he definitely didn't want.
Titus climbs up the long staircase until he gets to the second floor of the 3 story mansion and walks down to the end of the hallway leading to Luke's room , dismissing the maids that were working there at that time. He enters his room and finds that he had just woken up and was standing by his balcony getting some air, eyes swollen and red from crying all day.
Titus: Hello young Ross. I came to see how you are doing
Luke: How am I doing? Are you being serious right now? You're asking me that question??
Titus:( looks around the room) Well I don't see anyone else here with us in the room .
Luke: Whatever. You wanna know how I'm doing? Well let's see. I just found out my best friend from kindergarten who was in love with me is dead. The same dude I punched in front of the entire school all because he wouldn't keep his mouth shut. He is dead. I am the reason he is dead and it's all because of a secret I tried protecting for my so called father. I'm just a 16 year old for crying out loud.
Titus : So you're like fine- ish then?
Luke: Are you dumb?? Which part of all that I said to you says that I'm fine Titus?
Titus: I only asked how you are just to be polite not to attend one of your venting sessions . I am a bodyguard who gets things done not a part time therapist. It's not my fault your gay friend couldn't stop talking about the drug factory even after he was warned and literally beat up for it.... He should have just taken the money and lived his life with-
Luke: Woah woah woah. What are you talking about? I never told my dad what he said and what money are you referring too? What drug factory? What the hell did you do to him? You were the one who killed him weren't you? Did my father send you? Naaah I need answers and not from you.
Titus: Ooooh young Ross you just had to mess it up by saying that. Man and here I thought you were the fun Ross kid. Your older brother is too uptight but he knows what's what when it comes to the family business and the boss's affairs. I guess playtime is over. Now I actually have to do what I originally came here for.
Luke: What's that supposed to mean ?
Titus does not respond but only turns his head sideways and grins evilly . He suddenly has this dark aura around him and Luke's mind starts to race as he realizes the gravity of the situation he is in. Titus, who is a hulking figure with a steely gaze seems to have emerged from the shadows, with his commanding presence. Before Luke can even find the quickest escape route out of his room Titus already has him in his grip and his hand moves with practiced efficiency, pulling out a syringe filled with a clear liquid.
Luke tries to squirm free from the tight grip, eyes already starting to water and he starts to yell for help but nobody comes to his rescue as his sister who shares the same floor as him was away at boarding school and Tyler was at his football practice. The maids also responsible for cleaning that floor were also away in their maids quarters as they were told they were given the rest of the day off. His father was sitting in his music studio distracting his wife . Titus swiftly injected him with the substance. Panic surged through Luke as he tried to comprehend the situation, but the drug took effect almost immediately. His vision blurred, his senses dulled, and a disorientation fog began to cloud his thoughts.
The drug was designed to induce memory loss, a powerful tool to protect the secrets of the factory which is only meant to be used on the workers after their shifts are over and a new batch is supposed to come through. Chris likes having new workers every week in his factory to avoid having cases where they end up stealing his recipes of the best drugs he makes or a case where one of them is arrested or captured and ends up singing like a bird. He already has the factory and money to make them so why not keep an abundant supply right? The conversation he had with Titus began to dissolve from his mind, leaving only fragments and shadows.
Luke staggered, his once sharp focus now a haze of confusion. Titus, observing the effect with a grim satisfaction, watched as Luke's strength waned. The clarity of the young man's thoughts was replaced by a jumbled blur, rendering him disoriented and helpless . " Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk look what you made me do now . Too bad mommy or daddy can't help you out on this. Disrespect me like that again and I won't hesitate to do it again." Titus said coldly, his voice echoing in Luke's fading consciousness. With that Titus carefully lifted him up and placed him on his bed, leaving him with his fading recollection and the suicide note in his hand, his memory slipping away like sand through his fingers. As he laid there the once vivid images of the secret factory and his father's involvement faded into oblivion,erasing too the trauma,misery and pain Sydney went through on that day.
Roxanne's POV:
As I leave the recording studio with Chris continuing to play his music I decide to go check on Luke. My boy must be really suffering. It breaks my heart to seem him like this. The last time he was in such a state was when he was 5 years old and wanted to go to Disneyland but we couldn't take the kids there as we were getting ready to go on tour, Chris also having back to back business meetings .
As I near his room, I spot Titus exiting his room. What's he doing here? His post is on the other side of the mansion so how did he find himself in my son's room? And the way he's sneaking out you'd swear he's up to no good. I better make sure
"Titus. What business do you have being in my son's room?" I ask him. He is startled by my presence as he had not spotted me earlier coming his direction. " I...uhh...well... Pfffff....we you know...". Titus responds. " I asked you a question. I expect a response . Is that so difficult?" I ask ,this time a little annoyed and with an eyebr raised . " Truthfully speaking yes. It is a bit difficult to answer that question ma'am. If anything I can't focus on anything other than your appearance right now. You radiate nothing but beauty, even the word goddess is an understatement when it comes to you boss lady, no disrespect of course." Says Titus.
I am stunned by his response. I did not at all expect him to say that. " I beg your pardon? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Wait he called me a goddess. As in me...Chris hasn't said anything of the sort for years. Then again Titus is quite pleasing to the eye. He nervously scratches the back of his hair and as he lowers his hand I can see the veins in his hands. . . such a turn on. I bet he knows how to handle a woman . Wait why am I even thinking about him in that manner? He's just the bodyguard. But then it's nice to receive the compliment, they're very rare from Chris lately but what can I do about that? Busy schedule and all. I knew what I was signing up for when I married my so called husband Chris.
" Alright alright. Luke collapsed again I was asked to come help carry him onto his bed as I was coincidentally walking around this place. See for yourself". He opens the bedroom door and gestured for me to come stand next to him and peek inside where Luke was sleeping soundly. Damn Titus smells SOOO good. I place my hand on his chest as we lock eyes, our breathing becoming heavy as we now lean in towards each other's faces...No no no no....I need to get out of here before I do something I'll regret. Before our lips could even touch I clear my throat and scurry out of there, heading directly to my bedroom .
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[Titus, bodyguard]
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