punished lucas

Chapter 1 Discovery

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Never before had Dan's jaw ached so much from trying to keep his temper in check.

He sat stiffly in his private office at the dealership and glared at the phone on his desk, concerned far less with the feelings of the woman he'd just hung up on than on the things she had told him.

"...Hello, this is Georgette from the Walgreens Pharmacy on Market Sreet..."

"...courtesy call regarding Metroprolol on your account for a minor named Lucas Scott..."

"...prescription not filled in several months now..."

"...wondering if perhaps his file should be closed...?"

For over a minute Dan was simply too angry to move. Lucas - his son, his underage son with a genetic heart defect that could lead to sudden cardiac arrest - was no longer taking his medication. The pills that were keeping his hypertrophic cardiomyopathy under control and his teenaged rump alive were no longer being swallowed; hell, they were no longer even being picked up.

What the devil was Lucas thinking?

Did he want to die young?

Dan didn't know, but he sure as hell was going to find out.

He cut his eyes toward the clock on his computer, which was showing 5:23 PM. At breakfast that morning, he had told his boys to go ahead and eat without him tonight since he needed to work late, but that plan was clearly shot. He needed to go the pharmacy on Market Street - right now - and pick up his son's prescription. After that, he needed to go straight home and present them to his idiot firstborn, and if Lucas still refused to take his pills, well, Dan had no qualms about holding him down and force-feeding him if that's what it took.

And God help them both if things descended to that.

With his jaw pulsing non-stop, Dan stood up from his desk and began to get ready to leave. As he shoved several papers into his briefcase then reached over to shut down his computer, he knew one thing and one thing only: if the older of his two sons was shooting hoops when he got home, or if Lucas was doing anything physically strenuous that could jeopardize his weak heart, that boy was damn well going to sleep on his stomach tonight!