Luck was on his side (Kingbury)

His Father

TW: Homophobic Slurs

Samuel woke up feeling like crap. He didn't feel like he had slept at all, and his neck was killing him. He rolled his neck trying to get rid of the crick, but it barley helped. He got up because he was hungry due to going of to bed without eating, then he remembered. He had panicked and yelled at one of the most powerful men in NY. He let out a loud groan before leaving his room. Downstairs, the food was ready and Aaron was standing to the side. He didn't want to be too cold, so he sat in his usual chair beside the currently absent George.

"Where is he?" Samuel asked, and Aaron sighed,

"The fourth floor," He said as he scratched the back of his head, Samuel wanted to ask questions but felt too drained to speak. After his brief meal he started to walk through the dinning room and wandered up the stairs. He was going to find George and apologize for raising his voice. As he climbed up the stairs he wondered what was on the fourth and final floor. Eventually he reached the top, and after walking through the hall awhile he reached a private bar. George was inside, sleeping on a padded counter. Samuel noticed, however, that there was a blanket on a shelf behind said counter. He wanted to grab it to cover George, but he couldn't reach it from his position. He would have to step over him, which was fine because it was a short cabinet. He stepped over easily, and once he grabbed the blanket he went to step back. Although, he tripped over it and both him and George fell to the flood. Samuel was inches away from George's face, that was surprise, although now confused realization,

"Hey, Samuel," He said with a smirk to the boy hovering over him, and Samuel groaned as he rolled off and stood,

"Are you kidding me?" He mumbled, although George heard. The man then remembered the happenings of last night,

"Oh! Sorry Samuel, I completely forgot about last night-"he began, but was interrupted. Samuel sniffed the air,

"I can tell that was your intention," he said as he rolled an empty bottle from the heel to the toe of his shoe,

"So... you drink when there's problems..." Samuel muttered, George barley heard him.

"You're... you're so much like my father... my- my father! I have to go!" He said as he went wide eyed and ran past George and out the door, as he ran down the hall and George ran after he yelled,

"I have a little brother! His name is David and he's gayer than I am! And a little sister who I can't leave alone!" He stated as he reached the door, but George called for him to wait,

"I don't have time! His 18th birthday is soon!" He said, pacing in place by the door. George rolled up his sleeve that fell down some point last night,

"Aaron, get Lee over here!" He said, and after Aaron disappeared into the halls for a bit he came back with thin and somewhat muscular man who was about as tall as George.

"What is it sir?" He asked, and the man flattened his hair into a blonde bun.

"We need you. Just come on!" he said, and Lee could hardly argue as he ran to catch up with the two already in the driver and passenger seat of George's car,

"I live at-"

"I know. We did a background check." he said. The rest of the ride was silent, and eventually they pulled into the shabby drive-way of Samuel's old house. George was the one to knock on the door, and a man slightly taller than Samuel walked out.

"What do you want?" He barked, his accent was much more prominent than Samuel's

"We're here f-"