London Panic // 3/3 // CLOSED

Lucas led the way to his house and opened the door, his hand trembling slightly. Immediately upon walking in, the place reeked of alcohol and there were bottles strewn across the floor. "Sorry about the mess…"

(I'm so mean to my characters lol)

(Henlo)

(I was literally just about to send a response, sorry!)

(Lol same here)

Aaron looked around the room, ignoring the fact that the house reeked of alcohol. "It's fine, it's probably not even your mess…" He mumbled, imaging what Lucas' father looked like. Probably and ugly idiot who definitely deserves to die.

(No problem lol)
Lucas nodded and went further in. It was a simple one story house, and a couple of the rooms had spots of blood on the floor. Probably Lucas's. Suddenly, a drunk looking man came into the room. He was balding and had a goatee, and he was wearing cowboy boots for some reason. "Who the hell're you?!" He yelled at the both of them, holding an empty bottle of beer.

"Aaron Henderson, son of Xavier Henderson," Aaron answered, simply holding his hand out to the man, wondering what he would do. He had noticed the blood, making his blood boil just a bit. If it's Lucas', this guy is going to be dead.

Lucas's father stared at Aaron's hand with a vaguely confused look, not seeming to know what he was supposed to do with it. He turned to Lucas. "Boy, I thought I told you to leave!" Lucas flinched a bit. "I-I am leaving, sir! I'm just… just getting some things…" "I said scram!" He smashed the empty beer bottle over Lucas's head, shards of glass scattering around the room. "Agh, shit!" Lucas held his head with his hands, blood seeping through his thin fingers.

That's it. Aaron picked up a piece of glass and glared heavily at the man. "If you hit or even lay a finger on Lucas, I'll call the police and report you. You would be jail for a good 10-20 years, and I can make it longer and make sure you never see the light of day."

Lucas cowered behind Aaron, and his father stepped back a bit. "You can't force me to do anything, kid! He's my son and I can treat him how I please!" He grabbed Lucas's arm and dragged him away from Aaron, raising his fist. Lucas used his free arm to shield his face, shaking violently.

Aaron followed him, grabbing the man's fist and twisting it, knowing very well he would yell in pain or try to move his hand the other way. "That doesn't mean you can take out all your stupid pent-up anger on him!" He gently grabbed Lucas and stood before him, trying not to be too harsh.

Lucas's father struggled against Aaron's hold, but wasn't strong enough in his drunken state to break free. Lucas stayed behind Aaron, hyperventilating and staring at the blood on his hands from his head. "Let go of me, damn kid!"

"I'm not a 'damn kid,' idiot," Aaron replied coolly, glaring at Lucas' father before turning his head tot he side to talk to Lucas. "Go get your stuff, I'll take care of him, and I can check your head when we get home, it's probably not that far from here."

Lucas nodded shakily and ran off to his room. His father was furious by now. "Why, you little-!" He continued struggling against Aaron's grip. "Go ahead and call the police! See if they give a damn! I fucking dare you!" Within a few minutes, Lucas came back out with a backpack full of his belongings. That was all he needed. Blood had run down the side of his head at this point, and he still hadn't seemed to have really calmed down.

"Fine, I'll call them, give me a second." Aaron then proceeded to take out his phone, dialing in 911 and putting it on speaker so the man could hear. He glanced at Lucas when he came back down and looked at him a bit worriedly. "Do you want me to clean it now?"

Lucas shook his head, not wanting to speak if he could help it. "L-Let's just go…" He was honestly pretty close to tears, but he didn't want his dad to know that. He went back out to the car with Aaron, leaving his dad alone in the house.

Aaron nodded, pushing the man down and quickly closing the door before heading to his house, making sure Lucas was following him. "Are you okay?"

Lucas brushed a tear from his face, wrapping his arms tightly around himself to try and stop shaking. People were looking at them funny for the blood on his head. "Y-Yeah… m'fine…"

Aaron looked worriedly at Lucas. "You're literally crying, Lucas," He mumbled, hugging Lucas from the back. "Why didn't you tell us about him before…?"

"I… I-I didn't want to worry you or hurt him… as much of a dick as he is, he's my dad, and I still care about him…"

"But he hurt you and abuses you, that's not how you treat your son." Aaron replied, ignoring all the people staring at them.

"I know…" Lucas brushed away more tears. "And I know he deserves all the shit that's coming to him, but I can't bring myself to hate him for some reason… he was just grieving too, and neither of us handled it in a healthy way."

Aaron sighed. "I know, I know." He gently brushed away a few tears. "Let's go to my apartment before you pass out from blood loss."

Lucas nodded and followed Aaron to the apartment. Honestly, he felt very lightheaded and sat down as soon as they got there, trying to blink the stars out of his vision.

(sigh
You might as well make this a o/o
It's not at all what I wanted
And I've been left behind
Again)

_{(Nooo, waittt, I'm so sorry}

_{I had been planning on them going back to the studio…)}

_{(We can call you to the apartment if you want)}

(no it doesn't matter
I hate doing anything other than o/o because I get left behind
People forget me/my character and then I can't slip back in)

"Stay here," Aaron said before heading to the bathroom, where his first-aid kit was. He came back out after he got it and kneeled down in front of Lucas, opening the kit and taking out his phone and calling Damian, considering he had no clue how to do this type of stuff. "Just wait for a bit."

"Okay…" Lucas's eyes went in and out of focus, and it was starting to feel stuffy in here. He took off his jacket, which revealed the bandages on his arms underneath. He figured at this point, Aaron would've found out soon anyways.