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Chapter 63


I stormed into the precinct after Jeanette.

"Where's my son?!" She shouted at the woman behind the glass.

"Name?" The woman asked, unbothered.

"Luc Benson. It's Benson, not Narson!" Jeanette said.

"He's in holding. They're about to take him into interrogation. You can't see him until after." The woman told us. I crossed my arms and put my hand on my cheek.

"What?" Jeanette questioned. "Luc couldn't kill someone! He wouldn't!"

"You can take a seat over there until they come out." The woman said.

Jeanette seethed at the woman. I touched her shoulder, "let's sit down. Get our thoughts together."

She huffed and went with me to sit down. We sat close to the hallway leading further into the precinct.

"Whatever it is, they have the wrong person." Jeanette declared.

"I can't believe this." She said.

"Did Jacob do this? He mentioned that his brother died, but he didn't say he was murdered." I thought. He's probably here in the precinct too.

"What are they doing to him?" My wife asked. "I hope he isn't too scared." She said.

Three hours passed. No one ever came out to speak to us.

"We don't know how much longer it's going to be, so we need you to watch Alexandria a little longer." I said to Nick on the phone.

He sighed.

"Just please make sure she goes to bed. We may be back early in the morning." I said. It was almost midnight.

"Fine." Nick said before hanging up.

"Brian." Jeanette sobbed. I turned to her. She looked paranoid.

"Do you think they're beating him up back there?" I furrowed my brow at her.

"I've seen the videos! His skin is a little darker than ours. What if he's really hurt?"

"Whoa whoa." I tried to calm her down.

"If that was the case, don't you think we would've heard him screaming?" I know it's morbid, but we all know he's a little loud sometimes.

"Uh..." Jeanette said.

"Benson family?" A voice called. We stood up quickly. A detective stood at the end of the hallway.

"I'm Detective Wich. I'm in charge of your son's case."

"Is he okay?" Jeanette asked.

"Can we see him?" I asked.

"Come with me." Detective Wich ordered.

We followed him down the hallway.

In a room there were cops at their desks. Some had handcuffed people sitting beside the desk.

Detective Wich led us down another hallway and then another, until we were at a window -- a two way mirror.

We could see Luc through it. He was handcuffed to the table and slouched over with his hands to his forehead.

"Oh, Luc." I muttered.

I turned to Detective Wich, "can we take him home now?"

"No." Detective Wich answered. "He hasn't said anything since he's been here. No matter how hard we tried, he wouldn't talk."

"Why was he arrested in the first place?" Jeanette asked. I took Jeanette's hand.

"New information came to light. A witness places him at the scene where Samuel Wade was found dead." He said. Jeanette seemed to cower from the conversation.

"Was this witness Jacob Wade?" I asked.

"It was at their house." Wich said.

"How did Samuel die?" I asked.

"Forced over-dose, allegedly. Jacob Wade believes Luc Narson- Benson forced drugs down his throat and killed him."

"You're going off a belief?" I asked critically.

"Jacob Wade stated his brother wasn't on drugs. That he'd never take them." Wich clarified.

Drugs... Was Luc using back then?

"What did the autopsy say?" I asked.

Detective Wich looked at me with a suspicious eye.

"I'm a doctor." I said.

"The report was inconclusive."

I shook my head.

"You should let him go." I told him. "He's not capable of murder."

"We can't. Not until he tells us what he knows." Wich said.

"Oh Luc. Why are you putting yourself through this?" I thought.

"We just need all the information." Wich said.

"You should go in there." Jeanette spoke up.

I looked at her.

"The sooner he talks the better, right?" She said, looking back at me.

Wich turned and opened the door to the interrogation room. He went in and closed the door behind him.


That detective came back in. I didn't move from my position.

He had a file with him.

"Your parents are here." He said. He always spoke with a throaty voice, which annoyed me to no end. "Wouldn't you like to get this over with and go home with them?"

Of course. But I don't know if what I say will be believable.

I could see the clock from the periphery of my left eye. It's almost one in the morning. God, I'm sleepy.

"Kid." The detective stood at the corner of the table. "Tell me what happened that night."

I moved my hands slowly and looked at him. He stood over me and I hated it.

"Come on. Get it off your chest." He said.

I looked at the mirror.

"What happened to Samuel Wade?" He asked slowly. I didn't say anything.

"Did you force the drugs down his throat?" I didn't say anything.

"A shake or nod could help a lot too." He said. I didn't do anything.

"Okay. I'll ask a harmless question."

"How did you know Samuel Wade? Why were you in his house?"

"Fine," Wich leaned back and put his hand to his eyebrow, "here's what we know, we just need you to fill in the blanks."

"You worked as a sex worker. Samuel Wade was your client. You guys hung out together, partook in some drugs, and what?" Wich said.

"Did you become addicted? Did Samuel anger you?" Wich sat down and opened the file.

"It says here your former foster family, specifically your father, abused you almost everyday." Wich read. I gritted my teeth. Why does that have to be brought up? That file has my entire report.

"Did Samuel threaten to tell your parents what you were doing?" Wich asked.

I looked away. I stared out the frosted and barred window.

"If you continue to remain silent, I'll take that to mean I'm right, and you forced drugs into Samuel and forced an overdose."

My eye shifted.

"So. I'll leave and officers will be here shortly." Wich said as he closed the folder and began to stand up.

I don't want to be arrested. I don't want to go to jail. But no one will believe me.

I looked at Wich's back as he headed for the door. It's too late.

I jerked on the chains and grunted in pain when the handcuffs dug into my wrists.

The noise made Wich stop and turn around. He looked at me suspiciously.

"You have something to say, don't you?" He asked.

Well, I haven't exactly tried to tell him. I was just stuck in thought. I frowned.

"Samuel...did overdose, that's not a lie..." Wich came closer. "But I didn't force it."

"We got high that night, he took a lot of ecstasy...and in the morning when I woke up he was dead."

"Then you fled the scene." Wich finished.

I nodded nervously. What's gonna happen next? What's going to happen to me? Will they believe it? Will everything fall apart again?

I lowered my head and looked at the dark gap in between the table and my legs.

"Kid." Wich called. I jumped and looked up when he touched my wrist. He had a key in his fingers. He began to unlock the cuffs. "You're free to go."

I rubbed my wrists. "Come on." Wich said.

I stood up and he led me out of the room.

I looked to my right. My parents were there. I gasped and turned away.

"Luc." Mom called. The two walked in front of me. I looked away again.

"It's alright. We can go home now." She said.

Wich spoke behind me.

"There you have it, Jacob." I turned.

Jacob came in and stood by Wich angrily.

"You can't let him go!" I walked forward and slid in between my parents. "He's a liar! He murdered my brother."

I kept walking until I was out of the precinct.


"Where did he go?" I asked when Brian and I got outside.

"He probably went to the car." Brian answered.

We went to the car. It was empty.

I slapped my hand to my forehead. Of course, he ran off.

"Maybe we should put a tracker in him." I suggested. Brian looked at me sternly.

"He might be on his way to Indra's." I said. Brian looked as if to question my figuring.

"You saw how he acted. He wouldn't look at us. He's ashamed. So he'll go to Indra's to hide." I said.

Brian sighed and silently agreed.

"I should call him." I took my phone out.

"Wait. It's early in the morning. He's asleep." Brian told me.

"Look, Luc couldn't have gotten far. We can just get in the car and look for him ourselves." He said.


Brian stared past me.



He got in the car. I did too.

Third Person:

Brian drove slowly, looking on the sidewalks for Luc.

"It's so hard to see, even with the lights on." Jeanette stated.

"We'll just have to take it slow." Brian replied.

Brian leaned forward to looked further ahead. He accidentally pressed his chest on the horn and it screamed loudly.

It muffled another loud noise.

He got off the horn.

"Look!" Jeanette said and pointed.

Brian stopped the car and rolled down the passenger window.

"It's Jacob." She whispered.

"Jacob," Brian called. "What are you doing?"

"Walking home." Jacob answered. He hid his left hand behind his back.

"Have you seen Luc?" Brian asked.

"No." He answered.

"Alright." Brian said. He rolled up the window and drove off.

"Did you see his hand?"

"What?" Brian questioned.

"Nevermind. I'm probably just tired." She said.


I sighed and yawned. I walked on the sidewalk near the woods. It was still fairly dark out.

"Maybe I should go to Indra's. But he might be asleep." I mumbled. I'd text him, but I think I left my phone at the house.

I sighed. "I'm such an idiot."

"You always did have a bad habit of running away." A cold voice said. I froze in my tracks.

I turned slightly.

"And look; it's come to bite you in the ass." Jacob said.

"I already told you what happened. Just leave me alone!" I said.

"I don't believe you. You're a liar. You always have been."

"Do you know my mother is sick because of you?" Jacob asked. "You murdered her son and her health deteriorated."

"It was an overdose." I said.

"Stop saying that!" Jacob yelled.

I won't get anywhere in this. I should just run. I can probably outrun him.

I turned around and began to run.

Maybe the fear made me slower.

Jacob latched on to me and his left hand came around my head. His fingers clawed into my eye and I felt them in my eye socket.

I screamed loudly, but it was muffled by a horn.

I felt streaks of blood rolling down my cheek.

I grunted and huffed in pain. Everything was black. I couldn't move.

Jacob ripped his fingers out of my head and grabbed me by the head and threw me. I tumbled down a hill was hit in the face by leaves and sticks. I landed at the foot of the hill.

I groaned in pain, disoriented.

I sat up, crawling onto my hands and knees.

Jacob was talking at the top of the hill.

"Help..." In so much shock I couldn't scream.

I raised my torso and clawed into the side of the hill and leaned onto it.

I heard a car drive off and then leaves rustling and sticks snapping.

I gasped when a hand grabbed my arm tightly. I was pulled away from the hill and dropped onto my back.

Then I was being dragged through the woods. I hit Jacob's arm. He dragged me for a while.

"Let go..." I ordered.

He dropped my arm and put his foot on my chest.

"You'll die out here. In agony and alone. Just as Samuel." Jacob said viciously.

I heard leaves crunch. He left me.

I whimpered.

I'm alone. Blinded.

I sat up and my hands and knees, whimpering and shuddering in pain. I reached up and touched my eyelid. My eye. It's really gone.

I don't know where I am. Jacob dragged me so far out.

Maybe I should try to get up and get out of here.

I pushed myself off the ground and onto my feet. I felt dizzy and stumbled.

Fresh blood was falling down my cheek. It's still bleeding.

I took a step forward and held my arms out in front of me. I took another step then fell onto my face. My foot hurt now.

The ground was uneven and branches were looping out of the ground.

Ok, one more time. Maybe I can find my way back to the precinct.

I got up and walked again. I walked two feet before falling again. I landed against a tree. I huffed. I pulled myself closer and leaned against its trunk.

It's useless.

I grasped my arms and rubbed them for heat. It was cold. I didn't have on much. When they arrested me I only had on pants and a t-shirt.

No one's going to find me.

Creaking and twigs snapping sounded not far from me.

"I... Maybe I should die here..."


"Alright. I'm gonna do it." I said after coming home and checking the house for Luc.

"No." Brian whispered.

"Luc has to be with him." I took out my phone and called Indra.

The line rang twice.

"Hello?" He answered. It didn't sound like I had just woken him up.

"Hi Indra, it's Jeanette. Sorry to call you so early. Is Luc with you? It's important."

"No." He said.

"Is he telling you to say that?" I asked.

"Luc isn't here. I haven't seen him." Indra said.

"Oh..." I groaned.

"What's going on?" Indra asked.

"Nothing!" I said. Brian looked at me skeptically.

"Ok. Sorry, goodbye." I hung up.

"He's not there is he?" Brian asked.


"Well, we know Luc. He'll turn up eventually." He said.


How long have I been here? I'm very cold and I feel weak.

I'm really going to die out here.

My head dropped to the side. Am I dying from hypothermia or blood loss?

Either way, it's time to go.


Later in the morning I had already searched most of the area.

I figured if Luc wasn't with me or his parents he was probably in trouble.

While I walked past the woods close to town I smelled him. His blood, at least. It was coming from the woods.

I walked in.

Led by the sweet scent, I saw a gray foot behind a tree.

I walked around the tree.

Luc lied there with half his face bloody and dark. I stooped down and grabbed his chin. He was cold.


He didn't react. Maybe I should take him to the hospital. I looked at his eye. It had been gouged out.

"I can heal you." I stated.

I put my arms under him and picked him up.


When I woke up again everything was black and I was in a bed. My face was wet and I felt a bandage pressed on my eye and more bandages wrapped around my head.

I gasped.

"No, no!" I tried to move. My movement was restricted by blankets wrapped around me tightly.

I wiggled around. I felt myself on the edge of the bed. I wiggled more and fell off. When I hit the floor the blankets were loose enough for me to slip out.

I panted. I stood up and bent over close to my knees.

Something rough licked my nose and then "meowed."

I screamed and backed up. I hit a door and it slid open. I fell back into the room behind me.

Actually, I fell on shoes. A closet?

A loud bang sounded. I tried to move but I fell over the shoes.

I grabbed a shoe.

"Stay back whoever you are!" I threw the shoe and picked up another one.

"It's me. Indra."

"Oh." I gasped. I dropped the shoe.

"Come on. Let me get you out of there." He said.

I sighed with relief.

He took my hands and pulled me to my feet. He just turned us around and put me on the bed.

"God. I'm glad it's you." I said. He touched my knee. Guess he's kneeling in front of me.

"What happened to you?" Indra asked.

I lowered my head.

"I was arrested." I said.

"Someone from my past caught up to me."

"His brother died and I was accused of murdering him."

I huffed.

"Then the living brother attacked me not too far from the precinct."

"He clawed my eye out and threw me down a hill, only to drag me further into the woods."

A short hiss came from Indra. I raised my head. He seems angry. I should distract him.

I touched my face. My hair was pinned behind my ear.

"Why is my face wet?" I asked.

"I was in the process of cleaning you." Indra answered.

I touched my face again. Right, all the blood and dirt is gone.

"You found me?" I asked.

"Of course."

I grunted curiously, "how did you find me? Or...know to look...?"

"Your Mother called me. She sounded weird." Indra answered. I kind of wish he left me.

"I could smell you." He then said.

"Hm." I said.

"I've already given you my blood to heal. It helps to rest." Indra stated.

He put my legs on the bed and pushed me to lay down. The covers were pulled over me.


"Because you need your eye and I couldn't leave you to the mercy of hypothermia." Indra answered.

"No." I said.

"Why did you come for me? Why did you bring me back?" I questioned. Indra didn't say anything.

"You should've left me to die."

Indra scoffed. "Now why would I do that?"

"All this bad shit keeps happening to me. It never ends!" I sat up angrily.

"What happened just shows that my past will always come back to drag me down. There's nothing I can do to stop it."

"I can't take it anymore. I'm done."

The bed shifted and I could hear Indra crawling on the bed closer to me. He sat against me and put his arm around me. He put the side of my head to his.

I exhaled shakily.

"I know it seems like everyone is out to get you, but they aren't." He said.

"If you'll allow it, I can erase the memories of you from the people you knew back then." What?

"How?" I asked.

"You said you worked at a club. Maybe the people you knew still go there." He answered.

"...maybe." I mumbled.

"Don't worry. I'll go out to check. Then I'll take care of their memories."

I nodded slowly.

"You should get some rest." Indra began to climb off the bed. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Listen, what I told you about Winn and Izzy, you can't tell anyone." I told him.

"Hm?" He asked.

"When everything happened, I lied to the cops to protect them. It was stupid, and I can't take it back." I said.

"I won't say anything." Indra said.

I laid back and turned onto my side. I heard Indra leave.

It's so strange. It's all just black, and I can feel the emptiness of my eye socket. I wonder how long it'll take to heal...

Eventually I fell asleep again.

"I'm safe...I'm safe here." I told myself.

Once again I woke up and I didn't know anything. Where is Indra? What time is it?

I reached my arm out and felt the air around me. Maybe he was sitting next to me. I didn't feel anything.

"Indra?" I called. Nothing. "Indra?" I started to panic. I don't want to be alone.

Fingers latched in between mine and a palm touched mine.

"I'm here."

I sighed with relief.

"Everything is alright now. Just rest." Indra said.

He sat next to me. I pressed myself against his chest and clenched his shirt tightly.

"Don't." I started. "Don't go."

"I'll stay right here." He assured me. He put his hand on my back and held me tightly.

"How long will it take?" I asked a while later. We sat on the bed. I sat on my knees with my hands in my lap.

"I'm sorry. Give it one more day." Indra answered. I lowered my head.

"I must urge you once again Luc," he started.

"Become a vampire. You'd be able to heal yourself in a matter of hours."

I shook my head briefly.

"No." I mumbled, "don't want it."

I heard Indra growl in annoyance. I changed the subject.

"What do I do about my parents?" I asked. I gestured, "how do I them?"

"I could use my powers on them."

"No!" I shouted. "They don't deserve to have their heads messed with."

"I can just tell them you were with me. Nothing else will be effected." Indra said.

"No." I refused.

Even though it could really help. How the hell do I explain my eye coming back if I run into Jacob again?

"My Dad's patient." I stated.

"Hm?" Indra questioned.

"Her son is the one who did this to me. If you're going to use your powers on anyone use them on him." I said.

"So he can forget about clawing my eye out." I shifted nervously. "As for my parents," I paused. "We'll tell them I came to you a few hours after leaving the precinct. That I just needed to cool my head."

Indra touched the back of my hand.

"I'll do whatever you need me to do." He said firmly.

I dove forward and hugged him. I guess it scared him a little because his heartbeat sped up.

"Sorry." I said nervously as I let go and sat back.

Indra put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer to touch our foreheads together. I smiled.

I don't know why, but this makes me so happy.

"Let me fix you breakfast." He said.

He left me and climbed off the bed. So I guess it's morning then, huh?

If I wasn't so angry I'd be thrilled about Indra feeding me in his bed.

"I thought I'd be in pain, but I'm not." I stated.

"That means my blood is working." Indra said.

The next day my eye had finally been restored. When Indra took the bandages off I could see, but it was blurry.

I blinked a few times and the blur went away.

"Phew." I breathed.

"Now, Indra darling," I started, trying to be as calm as possible. "It's time you went and mind-wiped Jacob Wade."

Indra tilted his head.

"Because if you don't, the next time I see him I'll kill him with my bare hands and my teeth." I seethed.

"What stops you from doing that after I use my powers?" Indra asked.

"Because, he'll be wiped."

"Think of Hamlet." I said.

Indra hunched his shoulders and nodded.

"I'll check the hospital." He left the room.

I put my fingertips together, "as for me...I should probably go home."

"Who knows what kind of shit-show is going on there."

Indra burst back into the room, "I'm driving you!"

"Yes." I said.

When we pulled up in the driveway I yelled at Indra to stop the car. There was a police car there.

"They probably aren't here for me." I said. "But you should go."

I got out of the car and walked up the driveway.

Thank god Indra put me in his clothes.

I didn't have my keys. When I got on the porch I looked behind me to make sure Indra was gone. He was.

I knocked on the door. Mom opened it.

"You-" She stammered. "Where have you been?!"

She reached out and hugged me.

"Can't breathe." I groaned.

"Where have you been? Are you okay? What happened?" Mom grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back to make eye contact with me.

"You're asking a lot of questions..." I said lowly.

"We were worried about you." She said.

She then pulled me inside.

"I was just at Indra's." I told her.

A police officer and Brian came over to us.

"And you couldn't be bothered call us?" Mom questioned.

I didn't say anything.

"Luc we didn't know what happened to you."

"Nothing happened to me. I just walked around for a while then went to Indra's."

"I'm fine." I said.

"You're missing the point, Luc. You should have called us and told us you were okay." Mom raised her voice.

"Well maybe I didn't want to talk to you!"

Mom leaned back. She had an angry look on her face. Why am I so angry?

Brian looked at the officer, "we're all good here. Thank you for coming."

The officer took his leave.

"Luc, you are our child. We can't just leave you alone to do what you want." Mom said. I was about to speak when Brian cut in.

"Before you guys get angry at each other and say something you'll regret," he started. "Luc you've gone almost three days without your medication. Go take them."

I walked into the kitchen and took my pills from the glass cabinet.

"Right. Before I had my meds I almost killed myself." I thought. "I wonder what'll happen if I go off them."

"But I really snapped at Mom just then."

I ran the faucet and filled a glass of water. I could hear Mom and Brian talking faintly.

I took my pills and turned off the water. I wiped the corner of my mouth and sighed.

"I didn't call you guys because I was just resting. I was tired and wanted to be alone."

"Luc, that's not-"

"Are you feeling okay?" Brian asked. I turned around. "We know it wasn't easy for you to give up a secret like that."

"I'm fabulous." I grumbled sarcastically. I don't want to talk anymore about secrets or what I should've done.

I left the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked.

"Upstairs." I answered. "I want to be alone."

I started to go up the stairs.

"Luc! This conversation isn't over!" Mom yelled.

As I walked down the hallway Alexandria came out of her room.

"You're home." She squeaked. She ran to me and hugged my leg. I kept walking and knocked her onto the floor.

"Ow." She started whining. "That hurt."

I stopped and looked back at her. She just sat there pouting. She didn't cry. I ignored her and went into my room.

I kept to myself in my locked room for a few hours.

I stood at the foot of my bed and stared at the wall.

"That's quite the temper you have." Indra's voice said.

I turned around. He laid on the bed with his arm behind his head.

I closed my eye and squeezed the sides of my head.

"It's just because I went off my meds." I said quietly.

His hand touched my arm.

"Are you feeling sick?"

"No. I just need to get them back in my system." I took my hands down.

Indra's blood kept me from feeling pain in my eye, it might have kept me from feeling the affects of withdrawal.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No." I said again. "I was being a shithead to my family."

"When I go to apologize they'll just say it was because I was off my meds."

"Wasn't it though?" Indra asked.

"It's not an excuse." I said.

"Luc you can't help it. It's a mental health issue. They know that, so they won't fault you."

I stayed quiet.

Indra tilted his head. "What are you going to do now?"

"After all this, I'm just going to keep my head down. I'll finish the school year with a murmur." I answered.

I looked up at him and grabbed his jacket.

"But in this exact moment, I'm going to kiss my boyfriend."

I yanked him forward and kissed him on the lips.

I heard him chuckle before putting his arms around me and lifting me off the floor a little.

A few days later someone knocked on the door. Mom opened it and was not surprised to see Mari.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Jason and Mari got caught." Mom said as she welcomed the distraught girl in.

I saw Brian exhale in relief.

"So she's going to live with us Mommy?" Alexandria asked as she reached up for Mom to hold her.

"Yeah Baby." Mom answered as she picked her up.

"I'm sorry." Mari said with her head low.

"It's alright Mari. You'll have to sleep on the couch until we can get a bed for you." Mom said.

"Get a bed?" I thought. "Where will that bed go?"

"Either in my room or Nick's. Meaning: we'll be roommates."

I said the only appropriate thing for my realization.

"Son of a bitch."

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