Page 1 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
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Lucas
twelve years ago
The glareof the sun over the water is blinding me even though I have my expensive sunglasses on.
My eyes fall to my boat shoes. They’re top of the line and way more expensive than one pair of shoes should be. Same can be said for my entire outfit.
I hear a whimper from behind me, but I don’t turn around to look. I know who it is. My mother. And she is crying. Again. She thinks that if she follows me around crying, I won’t leave. What she doesn’t understand is that I don’t have a choice. Besides, I know that she doesn’t really care one way or another. This is just the alcohol talking.
The day started fairly well. I’m home from college for the summer, and I had plans to meet with my high school buddies, get drunk, smoke some dope, maybe more. That included fucking any available pussy in sight.
And then, my uncle happened. The almighty Kenneth Luther Adams the Third.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asked in his commanding voice, stopping me in my tracks.
Mara, the housekeeper’s fifteen-year-old daughter, who also works at the house, grabbed the dirty plates off the dining room table and rushed off, dishes clinking together all the way to the kitchen.
“Out,” was all I told him, knowing it would get him wound up.
“You better watch how you talk to me, Lucas,” he warned me in his perpetually unforgiving tone.
“Or what?” I smirked in the corner of my mouth. I was well aware that it only served to aggravate the tension between us, but I was at the point where I didn’t care.
“Or you won’t be able to attend the fancy Ivy League school you’re currently enrolled in. You think you’d be able to live like a commoner?”
I hated the condescending tone in his voice. It raised my hackles like nothing else.
“It doesn’t matter where you think I can or can’t handle going to school,” I retorted. “There were very clear instructions in my father’s will.”
I watched in fascination when his nostrils flared at hearing the mention of my father. His brother. The man who died when I was barely out of diapers, and whose death I am sure my uncle here had something to do with.
I just can’t prove it. I may never be able to prove it, even though I am trying really hard.
His cell phone started ringing just as he opened his mouth to spit more of his vitriol at me. His face changed in an instant, and his hands started shaking when he brought the phone to his ear.
“Bricks,” he mumbled into the phone. “Can I call you right back?” He eyed me with disgust and signaled for me to leave the room, but I refused to do it. Instead, I pulled the chair back out, taking my place at the table. If he wanted to get rid of me, it meant he didn’t want me to hear his conversation.
I enjoyed every second of his discomfort when he turned to leave but saw my mother coming down the stairs, so he tried to hide from her.
“Mother,” I called out to her, making sure my voice would echo throughout the house. “Uncle Kenny wants us here,” I pointed at my uncle. Her dull from alcohol eyes brightened right up.
“Bricks,” my uncle repeated the name from before. “No, no, don’t do that,” his panicked voice called. “I’ll have all the money by the end of this week. I swear.”
Whatever the other person on the phone said made him red in the face. You could not pay me to leave the room right then.
His eyes clashed with my mother’s, and the psychopath I always thought him to be shined right through.
“This is all your fuckin’ fault,” he pointed a finger at my mother. She took two steps back, the joy from being called into the same room as her husband dying a quick death.
“Kenny,” she gasped in shock, one hand pressed to her chest. “I didn’t do anything. I…”
“You had to screw around with my brother,” he walked toward her. His tall stature was nothing my mother would be able to fight off. I wasn’t able to do it until three years ago when I had a major growth spurt. It happened to be around the same time I started working out, a fact that definitely put my uncle at a disadvantage.
“Having me just wasn’t enough for Princess Elaine, was it?” Kenny spit into my mother’s face as he got closer. “You just had to have Blake, too, huh? The golden son. The one everyone loved.”
You see, my mother was engaged to Uncle Kenny when she fell hard for his brother’s charms. They planned on eloping, but life got in the way. My grandparents found out, they talked my mother out if it due to all the money she was marrying into. And the second son would just not do.
