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Chapter 3

Lucas is Enzo Carini

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CHAPTER THREE

(5 years later)

"Happy 18th birthday Luke," Brandon said while coming down the stair case, "your mother would be so proud, seeing you finally able to buy alcohol and get wasted every Friday."

Lucas chuckled and shook his head, thinking how he had even made it through five years without his own mother.

"Hey, want to visit mum's grave?" offered Lucas.

Brandon just sipped his coffee, thinking about Lucas' proposal. He wanted to visit the grave, he hadn't in a few months, but he knew it would end in tears, just like every other time. He didn't want his son's 18th to be ruined by grief.

Well, if that's what he wants thought Brandon. Lucas kept giving him thoughtful looks, giving hints of impatience. Brandon nodded once and continued to drink his coffee.

At this time, Brandon focused on the small television that sat on the far end of the bench.

"-ew kidnaps have been predicted." Spoke the lady, "Most victims being young adults, in their early 20's or late teens, police urge all locals to lock their doors and windows."

The silence danced in front of his and Lucas' faces, neither of them wanting to speak, just listen to the news, so the lady continued.

"Many arrests have been made, but much more suspects are being predicted. The men can usually be seen wearing a specific shirt." She says as an image appears on then television, "Authorities would highly appreciate if you could tell them any information about this symbol, this can be done using Crime Stoppers, the number at the bottom of the screen."

Brandon quickly scribbles down the number from the bottom of the screen and places the note under a magnet on the fridge while Lucas mocks the woman doing the news report.

"I'm surprised you're even 18." Stated Brandon, amused at what Lucas' voice had sounded like.

"Well," Lucas mocked, "There has been a terrible crime! Lucas Thomas has not been fed, we go straight to the scene where Brandon Thomas has been suspected guilty of this crime."

Brandon just shook his head and laughed lowly.

"Sir, what do you have to say about this horrible tragedy?!" Lucas stated with a believable look of concern on his face.

Brandon got up and got a pack of bacon off the fridge shelves. Lucas grinned at this gesture and eagerly got up. Brandon started cooking while watching the news.

Brandon set a plate, full of bacon, down on the bench and walked up stairs to have a shower. The steam was still thick in the air from Lucas' previous shower. So much like his mother, always using all the hot water, Brandon chuckled at the fact and turned the tap, making cold water spray out the shower head.

After a shower of exactly two minutes he got out and started to shave his face.

"And here comes the man of the house!" Stated Lucas as he burst into the bathroom and grabbed his blade. His tongue stuck out as he concentrated on getting each hair.

Amateur.

Brandon moved on to brushing his teeth just as Lucas put down his blade. He made a move for the door. "Don't forget to brush." Brandon stated. Lucas let out a groan of annoyance, but still obliged to his father's statement.

After rushing the process of brushing their teeth, both the men piled into the car and drove around the busy streets. School children crossed the pedestrian crossing in front of their car.

Lucas sniggered and made a comment about how he was so happy about ending school. Brandon pushed down on the accelerator after the last kid, whom was on crutches, had eventually made her way across the road.

The car stopped once Brandon had steered it between the two, white, inch-thick lines. Both of them stood up and out of the car. The gravel crunched between their feet and the ground as they both made their way towards Anastasia's grave. Memories flood back into both their minds as tears appear.

Both of them kneeled beside her grave and started praying silently, asking God to take care of all their loved ones, but especially her. Lucas hoped that she could see him down on the earth. He hoped his mother could see the man that his father could and hoped she was safe all the way up there.

Brandon silently prayed, begging God to keep her in safe arms, begging him to keep all his friends and family that have passed in safe arms. He silently begged him to keep her entertained and distracted from the wait of his and Lucas' arrival up there.

The wind picked up, causing Lucas and Brandon to adjust their coats. Both sat there for a while until Brandon decided it was enough and called time. Neither of them spoke as the car started and pulled away from the curb.

"I'm surprised that you never cried." Stated Brandon, wiping a few stray tears away.

Lucas responded with a small smile and focused his vision back on the scenery that was outside his window; green grass, grey skies, tall trees, rusted fences and the pitter patter of rain.

The car got colder as the minutes passed and both men started to feel uncomfortable at how eerie the silence was. A ruffling of fabric sounded as Lucas shifted in his seat. Instead of his body seated in a normal figure, he adjusted himself to pull his legs up and hugged them, searching for a sense of comfort.

Brandon turned the knob between them and music started to play in car. The lyrics flowing in their ears, a distraction from what was happening in the real world.

The cool air from the outside and warm air from the inside started to fog up the glass. Lucas gave his father a concerned look, begging with his eyes for his dad to pull over.

In the seconds that Brandon looked over at him, the car had hit a stray dog, causing panic to strike through him and swerve off the road. Lucas let out what sounded like a scream as the car slammed into a tree, making both men jolt forward. Brandon was knocked out from the sudden impact, blood running down his face and dropping from his chin in a steady rhythm. His legs were crushed under the metal that dented in, and his arms were resting on top of the dash.

Lucas blinked in shock, his brain trying to process what had just happened, his body still curled up on the seat. He shook from fear, wondering whether his father was still alive or not. The only injury Lucas took was a stiff neck and a shaken affect.