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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Secrets Chapter 5.
Thankfully his father had a breakfast meeting with a client, and so had left really early. Holland stood in the quiet kitchen sipping a glass of orange juice, and eating a piece of toast. He could leave the dishes in the sink this morning, because Mrs. Feilden would be coming in an hour or so to do the cleaning, and she�d said she didn�t mind washing them up for him. However, he�d made sure that he�d stripped his bed, and put the soiled bedding into the washing machine, and had re-made his bed with clean sheets. By the time Mrs. Feilden arrived the washing machine would have finished its wash cycle, and all the evidence of last night�s activities would be gone. If only he could do the same with his memory, just wash all the bad stuff away, Holland thought wistfully.
The night before had been bad. He�d had his prayer answered, in that his father had worked late, and so hadn�t come home for dinner, or even before Holland had gone to bed. However, instead of his father returning home late, and tired, going straight to his own bed, he�d returned angry and on edge. Something wasn�t working out well in one of his cases, and so he�d returned home to work his frustrations out on his son.
Holland was going to have to forge himself a note to be excused from gym class again today. He wondered which excuse he could use this time, a sore ankle, just getting over a cold, an upset stomach, a verruca? Of course it probably didn�t matter what he said. Hell, he courobarobably write the truth on the note and his gym teacher wouldn�t notice, because Holland suspected he never actually read them, just filed them away. Holland smiled bitterly at that thought, maybe he should try it and see,

"Dear Mr. Swade,
I would like Holland to be excused from gym class today, because I came home from work really pissed-off last night, and forced him to have sex with me. Oh, and when he began to cry, and begged me not to, I got really mad and beat him with my belt, until the ungrateful little bastard said sorry, and promised to be a good boy for me.
Yours faithfully,

James Wagenbach."

Well maybe not, it might be better to use the "getting over a cold" excuse instead.
Straightening up Holland winced slightly at the pain the movement caused in his back, and he thought queasily, in his backside. He�d get some Tylenol from the cupboard over the sink in a minute, and maybe he�d take the bottle to school with him, so he could take a couple at lunchtime too. The thought fluttered darkly through his mind that maybe he should just take the whole bottle and be done with it, but he pushed it away. It wasn�t the first time such dark thoughts had entered his head, and had had to be suppressed.
Washing the last mouthful of toast down with the last of his juice, he carefully took the memories of the previous night, and shoved them deep down within himself, locking them away with all the other bad stuff that sometimes threatened to rise and and overwhelm him.
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Vic sat at the table across from his dad, and ate another pancake. His mom was humming to herself in the kitchen as she made his lunch for school. He couldn�t actually see his dad as he was reading the local paper, and was holding it up in front of himself like a shield. Vic smiled, his dad wasn�t a morning person, while Vic and his mom both were. His dad hid from their early morning "chirpiness" behind his newspaper every morning.
As he chewed his pancake Vic looked at the side of the newspaper that was facing him. He wasn�t really taking much notice of what was written there until a name he recognised grabbed his attention, and made him look a little closer. There was a photo of two men smiling, and shaking hands, while one of them was handing over a huge cheque. It was the caption under the picture that had piqued Vic�s interest,

"Mr. James Wagenbach, the treasurer of The Oak Ridge Residents Association, hands over a cheque for $5000 to Mr. Phillip Strickland of The St. Sebastian Shelter for the Homeless."

Wagenbach, the same name as the kid, and it wasn�t the most common name in town, so it was probably the kid�s dad. He leaned forward a little, and looked closer at the man in the picture. He was wearing a suit, and smiling at the camera, but Vic thought he looked kinda cold. Despite the smile his eyes looked hard. He had to admit Holland didn�t really look much like him if it was his dad. There again while Vic looked like his dad his older brother, Michael Junior, looked just like their mom, so that could be it. Maybe the kid just took after his mom in looks.
"Something interesting in the paper sweetheart?" His mom suddenly asked him.
He looked up, and his dad lowered the paper, and turned it around to see what he�d been looking at. Deciding to see if his parents knew any thing about Mr. Wagenbach, he said as casually as he could,
"Oh, I was just looking at that photo. I know a boy at school called Wagenbach, and I wondered if that was his dad."
Vic�s dad snorted slightly as he looked at the picture,
"Some rich do-gooder. He�s always got his picture in there for something. Money for the homeless, or the hospital, or sports equipment for the school, or some damn thing or other."
"Well he can�t help it if he�s a nice man Mike, and don�t use that language at the table." Vic�s mom chided his dad.
"Sorry�sticks his nose in where it�s not wanted more like." He replied.
"Just cause your grumpy this morning dear." She smiled at him.
Vic�s dad half smiled back at her before retreating behind his paper again.
However, Vic�s mom continued as she began to clear up the breakfast things,
"I remember�wow it must be nearly ten years ago now, there was a bit of a scandal with him."
Interested Vic asked,
"Oh yeah, what was it?"
His mom looked back at him and told him,
"Well his wife disappeared, no one knew where she was for a while, and it turned out she�d run off and left him. Took off with her tennis coach or something. Left him and their little boy behind. Poor man having to raise a child on his own. What kind of a mother could run off and leave her child behind?" His mom shook her head at the thought. "I guess the little boy must be a teenager by now. You know him at school you said?"
"Um�I think so."
Before his mom could ask him any more questions there was a knock at the back door.
"Come on in Shane." Vic�s dad called out from behind his paper.
The back door opened and Shane stepped in,
"Morning Mr. Mackey, Mrs. Mackey."
Vic�s dad mumbled a hello, while his mom smiled back at him.
"I just gotta get my books." Vic told him. "I won�t be long."
As he headed out of the kitchen to go upstairs, and get his school bag, Vic smiled to himself as he heard his mom say,
"Oh, Shane honey you couldn�t do me a favour could you? I made too many pancakes this morning, and I hate to throw them away. Can you find room for a couple?"
"Sure Mrs. Mackey. No problem." Shane replied.
Moving a little slower to give Shane time to eat, Vic thought with a grin how often his mom seemed to make too much food for breakfast. Too many pancakes, too much scrambled egg and toast, too much egg and bacon. Then she always gave Vic too much stuff in his lunch bag, you�d think she was feeding two people. It was a good thing Shane was around to eat up the excess.
Jesus, Vic thought, he was lucky with his parents. Thinking of Shane and maybe now Holland too, he realised sadly that not everyone was quite as lucky as he was.
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