An Unkindess of Ravens
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Category:
M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,963
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own One Tree Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mend These Broken Wings
A/N: I've decided to continue this story and try to deliver what I promised. BroodyOTH3 is doing another version of this story where Lucas's assailants don't die. I highly recommend you read it. Hope you enjoy both versions.
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Nothing was easy. Everything reminded him of that night. A memorial service was held for his assailants. Lucas attended; not because he mourned them but because he needed to make sure they were dead. It did little to comfort him. Nathan was unable to be present, complications from his injuries kept him in the hospital longer than expected. Lucas visited every night.
It was strange for him, the things that could send his mind spiraling back to that night; the sound of hushed whispers, the roar of an engine or just the sight of more than three guys headed his way. Returning to school had been a nightmare too. Pictures of the teens who’d stolen everything from him hung in the display cabinet of the Athletic Department. Makeshift memorials surrounded their lockers and seemed to mock him. Someone would mention their names or reminisce about one of them and Lucas would feel himself break out into a cold sweat.
His concentration was off, his grades were slipping. He couldn’t stand to be around people anymore. To be touched by anyone would make him cringe. With half the team suspended and the other half now dead, the basketball season at Tree Hill was mercifully over. It was of little conciliation for Lucas. In a way, Tim and the others deaths left him feeling cheated.
He hadn’t told his mother or Keith about his attack. In his mind he could barely think of the incident as what it was; rape. Even during his visits with Nathan, he’d refer to it as what happened to me or my accident. There were times whenLucas was grateful to Nathan for not pushing. He never brought the subject up, yet he never shunned the topic when it came up. Other days, Lucas hated his brother. He couldn’t help but feel if Nathan hadn’t started the whole hazing thing to begin with, his life wouldn’t be in such turmoil now.
Lucas was well aware how guilty his brother felt in this regard. Some nights when visiting hours were over and Lucas had managed to sneak back into his brother’s room, he’d find him crying. The minute Nathan would see Lucas; he’d start apologizing over and over again. It was odd to have to comfort him. There were days when Lucas could do it earnestly and others when he despised his brother’s tears. As Lucas continued to withdraw from everyone else, the one person he couldn’t seem to detach from was Nathan. They were bound together it seemed in their secret. Part of that contributed to Lucas’s anger. They should have been bound together for other reasons, but fear and hatred made it impossible and set them on the course they walked now.
At night Lucas lay awake praying to make it through another day a hoping against hope to have just one dreamless night.
Karen was aware that something was up with her son. She blamed it on the near death experience he’d had during the hurricane. She waited and hoped that he’d settle down and things would return to normal for him. She admonished herself for being glad the basketball season had ended abruptly. She knew Nathan and his friends had been giving Lucas hell trying to make him quit the team. She was proud at how well her son had handled the pressure. She hoped the same strength and courage he’d shown then would help him through whatever he was going through. She didn’t press him for answers. She knew her son well enough to know he’d come to her when he was ready.
Her first inkling that something more was up with him was when Principal Turner called her. Lucas had been skipping school and his normally high grades were slipping. Karen suggested that surviving the storm and the death of his teammates might have something to do with it. Principal Turner suggested a psychologist that the school had used before. He seemed to agree that the tragic deaths of four students was the likely reason for the change in Lucas’s behavior.
“We had grief counselors in after the school reopened. Very often one or two brief sessions isn’t enough,” he told her. “Many students have found it therapeutic to discuss their feelings at length with someone who won’t judge them.”
After her conversation with Principal Turner, Karen decided that she would have Haley close the cafe that night. She was going to fix some of her son’s favorite foods and have a talk with him over dinner. Lucas had always been a very level headed child. She had little doubt that persuading him to seek professional help would not be a problem.
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Nothing was easy. Everything reminded him of that night. A memorial service was held for his assailants. Lucas attended; not because he mourned them but because he needed to make sure they were dead. It did little to comfort him. Nathan was unable to be present, complications from his injuries kept him in the hospital longer than expected. Lucas visited every night.
It was strange for him, the things that could send his mind spiraling back to that night; the sound of hushed whispers, the roar of an engine or just the sight of more than three guys headed his way. Returning to school had been a nightmare too. Pictures of the teens who’d stolen everything from him hung in the display cabinet of the Athletic Department. Makeshift memorials surrounded their lockers and seemed to mock him. Someone would mention their names or reminisce about one of them and Lucas would feel himself break out into a cold sweat.
His concentration was off, his grades were slipping. He couldn’t stand to be around people anymore. To be touched by anyone would make him cringe. With half the team suspended and the other half now dead, the basketball season at Tree Hill was mercifully over. It was of little conciliation for Lucas. In a way, Tim and the others deaths left him feeling cheated.
He hadn’t told his mother or Keith about his attack. In his mind he could barely think of the incident as what it was; rape. Even during his visits with Nathan, he’d refer to it as what happened to me or my accident. There were times whenLucas was grateful to Nathan for not pushing. He never brought the subject up, yet he never shunned the topic when it came up. Other days, Lucas hated his brother. He couldn’t help but feel if Nathan hadn’t started the whole hazing thing to begin with, his life wouldn’t be in such turmoil now.
Lucas was well aware how guilty his brother felt in this regard. Some nights when visiting hours were over and Lucas had managed to sneak back into his brother’s room, he’d find him crying. The minute Nathan would see Lucas; he’d start apologizing over and over again. It was odd to have to comfort him. There were days when Lucas could do it earnestly and others when he despised his brother’s tears. As Lucas continued to withdraw from everyone else, the one person he couldn’t seem to detach from was Nathan. They were bound together it seemed in their secret. Part of that contributed to Lucas’s anger. They should have been bound together for other reasons, but fear and hatred made it impossible and set them on the course they walked now.
At night Lucas lay awake praying to make it through another day a hoping against hope to have just one dreamless night.
Karen was aware that something was up with her son. She blamed it on the near death experience he’d had during the hurricane. She waited and hoped that he’d settle down and things would return to normal for him. She admonished herself for being glad the basketball season had ended abruptly. She knew Nathan and his friends had been giving Lucas hell trying to make him quit the team. She was proud at how well her son had handled the pressure. She hoped the same strength and courage he’d shown then would help him through whatever he was going through. She didn’t press him for answers. She knew her son well enough to know he’d come to her when he was ready.
Her first inkling that something more was up with him was when Principal Turner called her. Lucas had been skipping school and his normally high grades were slipping. Karen suggested that surviving the storm and the death of his teammates might have something to do with it. Principal Turner suggested a psychologist that the school had used before. He seemed to agree that the tragic deaths of four students was the likely reason for the change in Lucas’s behavior.
“We had grief counselors in after the school reopened. Very often one or two brief sessions isn’t enough,” he told her. “Many students have found it therapeutic to discuss their feelings at length with someone who won’t judge them.”
After her conversation with Principal Turner, Karen decided that she would have Haley close the cafe that night. She was going to fix some of her son’s favorite foods and have a talk with him over dinner. Lucas had always been a very level headed child. She had little doubt that persuading him to seek professional help would not be a problem.