It's a Nightmare

Chapter Five

Riley

"Lucas?" I asked. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in class?" Why were you talking to me? You never talked to me.

"I'm supposed to be. As are you." He replied coolly. My eyes narrowed. I didn't like his tone with me. I didn't do anything wrong. "Anyway, I'm only here because my Father told me that he gave you my brother."

My eyes travelling to Isaac, sleeping in the carriage.

"This is your baby brother?!" I exclaimed. A sad nod told me it was true.

"I'm so sorry Lucas," I apologized. "If I had known, I wouldn't have taken him."

Lucas blinked hard. "It's okay. Father would've forced you to take him anyways."

We stood in silence for a moment.

"Awe, look. Emo boy and Daddy's girl have a baby." Trisha Emilie cooed to her minions as she walked by us.

"How adorable." She snorted.

Lucas' face fell slightly; I was ninety nine percent sure that I was the only one who noticed.

"Well, anyways...I'm going to go now. Glad to see that he's safe." Lucas turned to enter the class.

A sudden urge took over me. "Would you like to hold him?" I asked.

Lucas' face instantly brightened. "May I?"

"Of course." I replied gently. "He's your brother. Not our son. Like Trisha and her mindless minions think."

Chuckling slightly, Lucas gently unbuckled Isaac from his stroller seat.

Scooping Isaac into his arms, Lucas clutched him tightly. The look on his face switched instantly from stressed and upset to very relaxed. He looked as if one thousand pounds had been lifted from his shoulders.

Thinking back through all the years I'd seen him during school, I didn't think that I had ever seen a look like that on his face before.

Isaac had woken up as I had lifted him from his stroller. His tiny face had contorted with happiness as he laid eyes on his older brother. Wiggling his chubby arms and legs around like a maniac, he had refused to settle down until he was in Lucas' arms.

"So how is he?" Lucas asked.

"How's who?" I had totally blanked after watching Lucas and Isaac.

Lucas looked confused, "My brother. How's my brother?"

"Oh! Isaac's doing great: he eats anything I feed him; he doesn't cry at all, and this is the best yet, he seems to sleep through the whole night."

"Isaac? Who's Isaac?" Lucas asked.

I blushed, "Sorry. I kind of named your brother Isaac because your father didn't tell me his name when he gave him to me. I'll call him by his given name from now on."

Lucas visibly tensed. "No, no. Isaac is fine. In fact, I like the name so much better then his actual name. I hated his actual name. It didn't suit him at all..." He trailed off.

"Alright then." I replied. "I'll call him Isaac then. But just out of curiosity, what was his original name?"