Your son for Mine

chapter 6

Holy fuck. Who is going to protect me from Lucas might be a better question?

Lucas pulled away and smirked at Mario, who was standing there dumbfounded, trying to get his voice to work. Lucas took a step to the side and pressed the button on the key fob. Mario was thrown forward into Lucas, and the breath knocked out of him completely for the second time. His back felt hot; a painful prickle hit the back of his legs.

Shit. The car just blew up.

What the fuck? Mario tried to open his eyes; they felt heavy.

He was hot, and the smells of a mechanic's garage on a hot summer's day reached his nose. Only it was more than that. Everything sounded muffled. He couldn't hear any traffic. What the fuck had just happened? Why was he lying on the ground? He felt the rough concrete under his hands, but his head was on something more cushioned. He finally managed to pry his eyelids open, but all he could see was Black. Black?

"Oh fuck! Lucas!" Mario's voice sounded too loud. He propped himself up and looked down. Lucas's eyes were shut. His head lolled off to the side. Blood ran from a cut on his forehead and down the length of his thigh where his jeans had shredded. "Lucas!" He moved up and put his ear next to Lucas's mouth while watching his chest. He saw the slow rise and fall and felt Lucas's breath on his face. Thank God. Mario's eyes drifted over to where Lucas's car had been. Twisted metal and melted tires were all that were left.

"Shit, we need to get out of here. Lucas, hey lucasito, can you hear me?" He tapped Lucas's cheek with his hand a couple of times. No response.
"Shit." Gently, he took his hands and felt down the sides of Lucas's neck. Everything felt like it should. It was risky, but he'd have to take the chance. He didn't know whether or not anyone was watching, waiting to finish the job.

Mario shook his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs that the blast had put there. He looked around. Lucas's car was a skeleton and the cars next to it didn't look much better. He moved into a crouch, ignoring the pain shooting from his back and down through his legs. He felt the adrenaline rush as he scooped Lucas up as gently as he could, one arm under his knees and the other supporting his shoulders. Another look around and Mario took off towards his car, suddenly thankful to have decided to park in the structure instead of the street. Get Lucas to the car. Get somewhere safe.

The SUV sat parked just as Mario had left it. "lucas. I need you to wake up, man. I gotta get you in the car." He tried to reach into his pocket to get his keys. FUCK! Gimme a fuckin' break already. Mario knelt down and gently placed Lucas on the floor of the garage while he got the back door open. He picked Lucas up and laid him down across the back seat.

His whole body winced as he maneuvered himself into the driver's seat. Gotta get
somewhere safe. Mario started the car and headed to the exit. He shoved the ticket and a credit card into the machine and then turned out onto the street.

Where do I go now? Where can I take him? Not his parents' house. "Fuck it."
Mario took the ramp onto the Kennedy Expressway and headed towards Naperville.

Lucas's head fucking hurt. Had Mario knocked him out because he'd tried to leave? God, he felt like shit. His leg felt like a thousand needles had been jammed in all at once. Jesus. He remembered Mario's lecture. He remembered kissing him, and then... Aw, fuck. My car. My car blew up.

He tried to sit up.

  "Easy there, lucasito. It's okay, you're okay. You're safe now." Mario's voice reached through the layers of cotton that seemed to be surrounding his brain. Lucas opened his eyes. Everything was spinning. Lucas saw Mario's face kaleidoscoping around his vision. He closed his eyes again.

   "Take it easy there. Let's lay you back down." Lucas felt the pressure of a hand on his shoulder gently pushing him back. He had no strength to resist. Fingers moved over his face, then one of his eyelids was opened and a bright light shone in. Before he could react, the same happened to the other.

"Stop. My head hurts, asshole."

"Sorry." Mario sounded both apologetic and amused. "You hit your head pretty hard when you went down. Pretty sure you have a concussion. You also got nicked on the forehead by some debris and you got a pretty ugly gash on your thigh. Nothing looks like it needs stitches, though. I called my office and they were getting in touch with your parents to let them know you're okay."

Lucas opened his eyes again and the world seemed to have settled down. He was lying on a bed in a bedroom. Not his. The walls were yellow and there were a couple of pictures he couldn't make out hanging next to a small flat screen mounted there. The bed was big, the bedding black.
    
    "Where am I?"
   
    "You're at my house."

Lucas closed his eyes, counted to five, and opened them again. Nope, still yellow and black.

"Are you colorblind?....

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