Chapter Five: "Father's Eyes"
Luke ran his fingers through his hair one more time before standing up. He had
just spent the whole night at the hospital, waiting to see Lucky. He glanced to
the left, and was glad to see it clear. He took a breath and glanced to the
right. Nobody. Good. He crossed the hall cautiously and slipped into the room.
The beeping of the machine startled Luke as he walked farther in. He couldn't
make out his son in the dark, but he knew he was there. He knew he needed him.
Because he knew what happened. Luke's face contorted in anger as he pictured
that woman. The anger faded away when he finally caught a glimpse of his son.
Lucky stayed still. He was too exhausted to move, for one, and he didn't want to
talk to whoever entered. He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone. To sort
his thoughts out. To drown everything that was unwanted out of his mind.
His eyes flinched slightly as he felt someone take his hand. He sucked in a
tight breath and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. That woman. She was back. His
hand started to shake violently and he retracted it back from the figure leaning
over him. He opened his eyes and stared, unfocused at whatever was in front of
him.
"No." His voice came out as a whisper first, then picked up volume. "No! Not
again." He moved over to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around his
knees. He closed his eyes again to keep the tears from falling, but was too
late.
Luke watched his son bolt to the other side of the bed and watched with sadness
in his eyes. "Lucky," he said, in a calm voice. "Lucky, it's just me. It's Luke,
your father. I'm not going to hurt you." Lucky didn't respond and Luke took this
as a good sign. He sat down on the bed and faced Lucky.
"Lucky, it's ok." It wasn't ok. It would never be ok. Lucky looked over at his
father and silently pleaded with his eyes for him to leave. Leave him alone. But
his father didn't get the message.
"Go."
Luke heard the muffled reply from his son and got off the bed. "Lucky…
"Go. Please."
"Let me help you…”
"GO!" His voice had that familiar rage in it, and Luke decided now was a good
time to leave.
"I'm going. I'm going." Luke walked to the door and took a final look at his
son, then walked out.
Lucky watched the door closed and resolved into tears for the second time that
day.
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