Changing Lucas (boyxboy)

Chapter 12

Alex watched in horror as Lucas fought with four men. One was slightly shorter than Lucas, but differently bigger in body mass and muscle. The other three were taller than Alex and big just like their leader. No one came after him though, it was like he was never there until. . .

"Alexander!" Lucad suddenly yelled at him, "Go back to the house. I'll be there soon, I promise!" Alex fiercely shook his head and back up a couple of steps.

"No!" he shouted, "I'm not leaving you!" There was a growl and he watched Lucas take a couple of punches before Lucas retaliated.

"I don't care if you want to leave me or not! I don't want you getting hurt or getting in the way," Lucas looked back at Alex for a split second. His gray eyes were dark with fear and worry, though Alex guessed it wasn't for himself but him. He was causing Lucas worry because Alex was just standing there.

"Okay," he whispered, "okay. . ." And then he ran. He ran as fast as he could so no one would come after him. And no one did. By the time he reached the house, if someone was following him they wouldn't even know which way to turn. They would get lost. When Alex opened the front door, he slammed it once he was inside, then locked it just to take extra precautions. He turned around to face the stairs and the kitchen that was a little was further and slid down the door in a crouched position. He breathed in and out in and out for a few times. Alex's heart rate seemed to clam down and he then closed his eyes willing himself not to cry.

It didn't really work.

Alex sat there what seemed like forever to him just crying his heart out. He was scared. Scared for himself and most of all, scared for Lucas. Alex had left him there fighting three guys twice his size too. Right now, Alex's only wish was for Lucas to come back alive. He knew he would get banged up, but hopefully not beaten have to death.

Oh god, what if Lucas was beaten half to death? What if those three guys left him there to die when they were done beating him to a pulp. What if Lucas didn't even come home? That would be Lucas's life all seventeen years of it. Alex whimpered at the thought and hugged his knees close to his chest. He had to do something. Wether that was to call someone or– he could call Junior. Alex remembered that Junior said to call if anything Lucas ever did anything. Maybe Junior can help. . .

He hastily got his phone out of his pocket and dialed Junior's number. He picked up on the second dial. "Hello?" the voice sounded a little groggy like the person just woke up.

"Oh god, Junior you need to help us!" Alex's voice sent a panic plea and his fingers shook while he spoke.

"Us?" Junior asked

"N-not really us! I'm fine, but Lucas is probably hurt somewhere and beaten half to death and I don't know what to do!"

"Hold on a second, Alex you need to calm down and explain everything carefully. I'm not going to help if Lucas brought this upon himself."

"Wha-What do you mean?" Alex is confused. Junior told him that if anything happened Alex could call so why was he saying this.

"What I mean is that I'm not going to waste my time doing something for him if he brought it upon himself," Junior said in a firm tone.

"No! He stayed back to fight. We were at the park and when we were walking back to the house these guys show up and start crowding around us. They're rally big guys, but there was only three of them. Even so I'm still worried!" The line went silent for a long time and Alex was worried that Junior fell back to sleep or hung up. "Junior?" Alex whispered into the phone.