Love, Lies and Medicine(REVAMPING Stay Tuned!!)

Chapter 5: News, Knuckles and the Ring

            Lucas took another sip of the horrible coffee offered by the hospital. It was after 6 in the morning and he was the only one sitting in the cafeteria. For security purposes, the Beauton's were spending the night at the hospital and he just couldn't sleep, it felt wrong. Marilyn was lost somewhere in lord knows what condition, and he was sitting here safe and sound. It took about 4 sleeping pills for him to finally get some rest and even then he woke up after 3hrs. The strange hospital room and the pain his body was in also contributed to his lack of rest. Lucas also kept seeing that bartender's face pop up in his head.

            The Beauton family spoke to the police last night and told them all they knew, but as usual, they all lied.

Lucas didn't tell the police about the Bartender. For some reason, he felt he should hold off on giving that information.

Luke lied because he had his own suspicions of who might have attacked the gala but when the police asked he said he had no idea.

Laken lied and told the police he hadn't remembered anything from when the explosions first went off.

Grant lied because when they asked him if he had any enemies he said none that he knew of. That was the biggest lie out of the bunch because BEAU received at least 1,000 letters, phone calls or video messages every month from people who wanted to harm the Beauton family. Anyone in their right mind would've known that they were all lying but seeing how the Beauton's owned majority of the city, the police along with everyone else adored them and wouldn't think less of them, until now that is. After finding out that a random explosion at the gala killed over 50 people, it was obvious that their "stories" and the facts didn't add up. People wanted answers and the only ones to give it was the Beauton men. 

 Lucas turned his head up to the entrance of the cafeteria and saw a few people walking in. Two of which was an old couple Lucas remembered seeing at the banquet hall. They both looked to be in their seventies. The old man held open the door for his wife and had trouble holding it open for himself when he passed through.

            Lucas was beginning to think that he and Marilyn would never make it to that age. Not only because he was worried he might not find her, but because she would have to be crazy to stay with him after she found out who he really was and what kind of danger he could put her in.

            He had made himself believe that the wrong he did was justified by him wanting to be an effective CEO but the truth was he is a tyrant, a criminal, and a beyond imperfect human being. He struggled for a long time figuring out if he was really the cruel person his father made him to be or a person who simply had to do certain things to survive in his line of work.

When meeting Marilyn he finally figured it out and was able to see the difference. With her, he could see the thin line between the Lucas that was cruel and heartless and the Lucas that was loving and kindhearted. Lucas wanted more than anything for her to show up and restore his faith in his humanity and their future. More than anything he just wanted her to show up.

"Good Morning!" Luke said grabbing his brother's shoulders from behind and giving him a good shake. No matter what was going on around Luke he always managed to be cheerful. He took the other seat at the round metal table across from Lucas. He himself looked like he didn't get much sleep, if the bags forming under his eyes were any indication.

"You look like you could use another ten hours of sleep."

Luke huffed. "Not in this place." He rubbed his hand over his thick brown bread. "I rather sleep in my cold car than in that lousy excuse for a bed." He said yawning. Lucas laughed at Luke's statement because sleeping in a 1.2 million dollar car was definitely not worse than sleeping on a bumpy hospital mattress. Luke then pointed to the cup in Lucas' hand. "How's the coffee?"