Lost Son

Chapter 13 (Percy)

Its been awhile. Life has hit me hard.

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(Percy)

I woke up in pain. It was expected but still.

It was later than normal too, so I guess Gabe let me sleep in. That or he was too drunk to notice I was still out. At any rate it was 10:00 when I woke up. I set about cleaning the house.

Gabe was on the couch yelling at the TV when I walked in the room. I started grabbing beer cans and bottles to put in the trash.

"You made me a pretty penny last night boy." I roll my eyes at Gabe while I was faced away from him so I wouldn't get in trouble. A pretty penny my ass. More like a couple hundred dollars at least.

I walk out of the room and start on the dishes however. Next is laundry, then cleaning the bathroom. I wiped down the counters. Cleaned the toys in the torture chamber. I brought all the knifes out of the room. I set them out on the counter and started to polish them. Clean the knives up and sharpen a few.

It's pretty bad when Gabe decides he wants to play with his knives. I expect it should happen soon since he hasn't played with them for a while. Now getting cut up by Gabe isn't something I fancy, however getting cut up with sharper blades hurt less than dull. Gabe likes when blood flows real easily as well.

Honestly, I'm just being a good boy by sharpening them for him. I have to keep them clean as well. Wouldn't want an infection after the play date with Gabe.

A little before 3, there is a knock on the door. Gabe shouts from his same position on the couch.

"Get the door," He yells before I walk into the room. "You useless brat," he says less loudly before throwing his beer bottle at me. It misses and shatters against the wall. A mess I know I'll have to clean, but I deserve it. I didn't move fast enough to get the door.

I open our old, peeling door to find a group of strangers standing outside of it. Hopefully Gabe didn't fix up another play date with his new buddies. I don't believe I could last another session. All of these guys look new too. It would all be uncharted territory.

There's a tall scary looking man in a suit. Freshly pressed, the guy did not look like he was from this side of town. His blonde hair was combed neatly. He held a brief case in one hand. To be honest he kind of reminded me of a more put together version of the cheap lawyer Gabe had over shortly after my mother's death. Gabe wanted the whole issue to be settled quickly. I guess any murder would want that though. I watched Gabe stab my mother 13 times. 13 times because that was how many years I had been alive. Gabe was tired of my mother protecting me. Said 13 years was too many years of protection. Gabe said that was why I wasn't a real man. So, he stabbed her and covered it up. Got the cheap lawyer to help him. I've been left to suffer alone ever since.

So, seeing a professional lawyer was kinda intimidating. If he found out what really happened, then they would take Gabe away. They would put me in a boy's home.  I don't think I would be able to handle that. Gabe taught me how bad they could be. I would run away. End up on the streets and Gabe says the streets are worse than how I have it now. I've seen the gang violence around here enough to know he probably isn't lying.

I think if that happened, I would have to kill myself.

Back to the present though. Standing slightly behind the organized looking lawyer, however was an equally finely dressed man. He gave off the same lawyer vibe, but not as intimidating. Kinda like an off-duty copper eating donuts. Like he can still do his job, but he would have to set the donut down first. It gives a little extra time to assess the situation and find the best escape route.