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"I'm Sorry"	By : Jessy8 Category: G through L > Home Improvement Views: 4795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I�m Sorry

Chapter three

Brad stares at the ground listening to the boy continually talk about how his brother had such a bright smile. Well truth was he wasn�t really listening anymore it had been an hour and all he could think about was what had happened to his younger brother. Brad�s eyes drift over to Mark. He was shaking clinging to their mother. Brad sighs. He brought this psychopath down on them and somehow he had to get them free of him. He looks up when he realizes his dad is talking.

�I understand your dilemma Luther, but I also understand my son, I know what it takes to make him smile. If you were to bring him home I could make him smile again. He�s probably very scared right now��

�IT WASN�T MY FUCKING FAULT!� Luther shoved a finger at Brad �I was only harsh on him because of that ass! If it was up to me I would have been gentle and kind with him.�

Mark whimpered slightly barring his head into his mother�s shoulder.

Tim nods �I understand Luther, I do. I know Brad can be a bit� over the top at times. But if we�re going to get Randy smiling again I need to be able to see him.�

Brad listened carefully, his dad was keeping his voice slow and even.

�He�s so self centered! He�s not even sorry!� Luther spat at him.

�I assure you he is, he�s very close to his brother. He would never want anything-�

�PROVE IT!� he turned to Brad �Get down on your hands and knees and apologize! And while your down there you can lick my boots!�

Brad didn�t even hesitate as he moved down onto his hands and knees. The words spewing from his mouth quickly, he also recalled that he was begging. Not for himself but for his brother. He lowered his head licking the boots. When he came up his dad was looking in the other direction.

Tim sighs. �Luther, he�s sorry, please just return Randy to us now. I�ll help him smile again. Brad won�t ever bother you again. Please��

Luther paused watching Brad who was still kneeling on the ground. His eyes moving to Mark. �What about him!? He made Randy�s life hell too!�

Brad�s eyes jerk up. No he wasn�t going to have Luther hurt his other brother too. But before he could speak up his father was already standing.

�Luther let�s go get Randy together. Ok? That way I can help him smile right away.�

Luther paused his eyes moving from Mark to Tim again than back. �And what about these bozo�s , if I leave I�m sure they�ll call the cops.�

�We can lock them in the closet� Tim suggested. �The upstairs one has a lock on it.�

Luther paused considering this �Alright, EVERONE UP!�

They all stood quickly, Jill holding Mark tightly to her.

�Mr. Taylor�� Luther made a gesture to lead the way.

Tim lead them to the closet opening the door. Jill and Mark went in first. Brad looked to his father, scared to death that he may not ever see Randy again but his father may be added into that now too.

Tim gave Brad a tiny smile, hoping it was reassuring before he gently pushed Brad into the closet shutting and locking it.

Luther smiles and goes back downstairs and out the door. Tim followed right on his heals. He hated seeing Brad on his hands and knees like that. But he had to think for Randy right now not for Brad. Randy was the one in more danger and he�d be danmed if he lost his child to this man. He got into the car without hesitation shutting the door. He would get his son home. He had too.
**IS**
The closet was dark, and silent. No one moved for a while. Mark pulled abruptly from Jill�s grasp. Moving to the corner of the closet.

�Mark?�

�You and Randy use to always lock me in here, so dad set to hiding a key for me in this corner.� He fumbled about in an almost desperate way. �We got to call the cops we got to get out of here.� His voice cracked �I swear I�ll kill him if he hurt him. I swear it!�

Jill gently moved over grasping Marks shoulders and hugging him to her. She knew as well as Brad that is wasn�t a matter of If he had hurt him but how much he had.

Brad moved to the corner where Mark had been desperately searching. He moved slower feeling around. It had been a long time since either him or Randy had tried to lock Mark in here. The key could have gotten removed. He paused as he heard someone moving up the stairs, his heart pounding.

�Jill? Brad?�

Wilson!

�WILSON, we�re in here!� Jill moved to the closet door hitting it.

The door was jerked open and Jill hugged Wilson tightly. �He has my baby Wilson�

Wilson hugged her back looking to the two boys. �Tim got my attention when he bolted up. The cops are coming. Where did they go Jill?�

�To get Randy. The boy is insane! He hurt my baby!�

Brad knew his mother was becoming unhinged. �Wilson, they won�t come back if they see the place swarmed with cops.�

Wilson nods moving Jill into Brad�s grasp and hurrying down the stairs again.

Jill stood straight taking in deep gulps of air. �Ok when they get back we need to get Randy safe. And away from this man. He�ll think we�re still in the closet so we�ll have that to our advantage.�

Brad nodded when it was appropriate but in all honesty he doubted the cops would let them move from a room until Luther was secure. He was sure his mom knew it too, but she needed to try and seem useful so she didn�t fall apart.
**IS**
Tim got out of the car they were down by the dam. He looked to Luther to know where to go. Luther started off down a little hill. They walked for a while before getting to a building. It was worn down if Tim had to take a guess he assumed it was used for the dam before the dam was reconstructed . Luther entered moving to one of the side offices.

Tim froze, his son was in there, his eyes open and yet they held nothing in them, for a second he thought he was to late, that he as already dead. But than those eyes blinked. Tim swallowed hard, moving forward. Randy�s arms were tied together and pulled up being tied to something above. Tim didn�t know what it was didn�t matter. Randy was completely limp though, putting the stress on his arms. His bottom half was on the ground. His upper body was bear but he did wear his pants, though Tim could see blood seeping through them in a few places. As if realizing he was just standing there he bolted forward. Pulling at the rope to undo the knots. Finally getting it off he had a second to grab Randy before he fell. Tim held him close. Running a gentle hand through Randy�s hair. �Randy?� he whispered softly into his son�s ear. �Randy we�re getting you home, ok?� his words were soft and as soothing as he could make them.

�He ain�t smiling� Luther practically snarled.

Tim stiffened and a small noise came from Randy. Tim held him closer to him. �Well I wouldn�t either in a place like this!� he snapped back. �He needs to be home!�

�Make him smile now!�

Tim glared at the wall, his hand continuing to gently pet his son�s head. �Randy,� he closed his eyes tightly what was he suppose to say to his child? He couldn�t make this right. He failed him. His throat tightened up on him but he kept his breathing normal. �Randy, we�re going to get you home, ok? But before we do I need you to do something for me. I need you to smile Randy. Please Randy just one smile.� He whispered the words directly into Randy�s ear as soft as he could.

�What are you saying!? Say it louder!�

Tim�s eyes narrow. He wanted to kill that boy. But he wouldn�t risk further damage to Randy. �I was telling him how you made Brad lick your boots. He said he wanted to see it too.�

Luther laughed �Yes I�m sure he would. Very well than let us go full fill that wish� He stood heading back to his car.

Tim stood gently lifting Randy with him. He seemed catatonic, not that he blamed him. His eyes stung but he blinked back the tears. He couldn�t fall apart not until Randy was safe and at home. He got into the car holding Randy close. He ignored Luther�s gabber as he whispered soft words into his son�s ear as he petted his hair. The car lurched to a stop, Tim tightening his grip on Randy. They were home. He got out holding Randy close.

�Well come on, I want to see him laugh when your son licks my boots again!�

Tim�s eyes dart about, he had been sure Wilson had seen him before. Had he been wrong? There were no cops. Was his family still locked in the closet? Was there really no help for them?

�Move it!� Luther shoved him. Tim stumbled but regained his footing moving into the house. It was as silent as ever. So much for help. �Go sit in the living room, I�ll be down with Bradley in a moment� He laughs.

Tim�s throat constricted he was going to hurt Brad too. He could let him hurt another one of his kids. His arms tighten around Randy. He had to make sure Randy was safe as well though. �Luther, I.. I don�t think that�ll make-�

�GET IN THE LIVING ROOM!� the gun was cocked and in his face again.

Tim backs up moving into the living room. Luther hurried up the stairs. Tim gently laid Randy down on the couch, his arms shook as he brushed back Randy�s hair. What could he do now, he was so sure help would be here.

A loud thud sounded from upstairs and his heart plummeted. He stood quickly racing for the stairs only to be grabbed.

�It�s alright Mr. Taylor, it�s over�

Tim jerked around to see two cops holding him. Relief flooded him. They were saved.

The next few hours seemed to pass in a blur, Luther being escorted from the house, Randy being taken away in the ambulance, telling the story over and over to the cops. Getting Randy, bringing him home. But the worst was that night. When no one talked and no one slept.

Over the next week Tim watched as they tried to get their lives back in order. The show was on hold for a while but he knew he couldn�t hold it off forever. Randy was functioning again. But he didn�t talk much, Tim was the only one Randy let anywhere close to him. He had refused to re-account that days events. Even to the cops. His eyes stayed dead, he didn�t seem to care about much of anything, except maybe to keep people away from him. It was a chore to get him to eat the smallest of things. The therapist told them this was normal and it would just take time. Tim couldn�t see how this would ever be ok though.

His eyes sought out Randy sitting on the couch his knees pulled up to his chest. His eyes forward on the TV but Tim knew he wasn�t watching it. Tim moved slowly sitting down on the couch. Randy stiffened only relaxing slightly when he saw who it was. Tim wouldn�t push, if Randy wanted touch he�d move on his own. Tim�s eyes move to the table where the sandwich laid untouched. Randy�s inhaler next to the plate. His asthma had come back again. The therapist claimed it was just from stress and it should calm down again with time. Always time. Tim didn�t want to wait. His eyes move to Randy again, who was also watching him.

�You need to eat� he kept his voice soft as soothing as possible.

Randy blinks looking to the plate. �Dad..� the voice sounded so defeated so dead. Tim rejoiced in the sound of his son�s voice and also despised how it sounded now.

�Yeah?�

�Will I ever forget?�

Tim swallowed hard. �I don�t think so� but it won�t hurt so much after a time. You�ll become stronger from it.�

Randy looked at him, his eyes so lost. �I�d rather be weak� his voice cracked.

Tim carefully pulled the boy to him holding him close. Randy allowed it as he cried on his father�s chest. Tim looked up praying to god to ease his son�s pain. To let those horrible memory�s drift away.

Brad watched from the kitchen. Randy wouldn�t let anyone but their dad close now. His eyes always had dark circles around them. Brad wanted to blame so many people, his coach for sending him into the girls locker room, the girl for being there, himself for saving her. He should have made Randy get in the car that morning or found it odd he wasn�t in class. He knew Luther had threatened him he should have known the boy wouldn�t come after him directly. He should have done something.

Jill sat on her bed staring down at the picture of Randy he was smiling and giving Mark bunny ears. She had yet to tell Tim about the baby. How could she tell him they were having another child when their current children were a mess. Randy didn�t deserve this, he was so nice. She never truly understood the word hate until now. She wanted Luther to die and die slowly. It scared her slightly on how much she wanted the boy hurt. But it wouldn�t matter much now anyway. The damage was done.

Mark sat outside on the porch. He could hear Randy crying again. It was his teasing that had kept Randy from that car that day. His cruel words that made Randy walk and get into the car with Luther. And it was him that was in Karate and yet didn�t lift a finger to protect his family. Mark let out a shuddering sigh. He had been so mean to Randy, for what? For revenge? Why cause he teased him like all older brothers do. Luther had been desperate to get Randy�s smile back. And Mark was trying to remember the last time that smile had been directed at him. He looks up looking inside. That smile� Mark sat back, the smile was gone, and Mark wasn�t sure it would ever reappear again.

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