Love Hurricane. Victory Storm

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СКАЧАТЬ her mother guessed, before moving closer to the boy. “You must be Lucas, mustn’t you? My name is Elizabeth Madis and I’m Kira’s mother.”

      Lucas nodded shyly before that smiling woman, whose green eyes were sweet and brave. Kira was right: she had the same eyes as her mother, but they didn’t look like each other in anything else. Kira’s straight, jet black hair where in contrast with her mother’s caramel and wavy ones.

      “Kira says that your dad hit you. Is it true?” she asked him gently.

      “Yes, it’s true. His cheek was all red” Kira intruded, getting a dirty look from her mother.

      “It happens” Lucas whispered uneasy. He couldn’t even think about what his father would say if he got to know about that conversation.

      “I understand. Where is he now?”

      “At home. He was angry.”

      “What about your mother?”

      Lucas took several moments before answering. “She isn’t here anymore.”

      “I’m so sorry, darling” the woman immediately comforted him, caressing his face. “Can you remember your home address? If you want, we’ll take you there. My car is parked outside the gate.”

      Lucas smiled grateful. Someone had come to rescue him.

      He stared at that woman again: she looked like an angel to him.

      “Your rucksack must be very heavy, Lucas. Give it to me, so I’ll put it on the back seat” the woman offered.

      The young boy turned and Elisabeth made the rucksack slip down his shoulders, but in so doing, she also pulled his jacket and t-shirt up.

      “Oh, your rucksack is caught in your clothes. Wait, I’ll set you free” Elizabeth lied and bent to the boy, who was unaware of having just uncovered a long violet mark, running from one hip to the other. The mark of the lash he had got three days before.

      Elizabeth's narrow eyes and her tightened and white lips made Kira draw back, since she knew that look usually foretold some terrible scolding, but when her mother got up, she was smiling again unexpectedly, making her daughter feel bewildered.

      “Let’s go home, but what about having a good ice-cream or a slice of cake at Chocoly’s first?” the woman exclaimed cheerfully, making Kira jump with joy, because she had got to known that place on the day of their arrival, when her mother had bought her the biggest ice-cream in the world, full of candies and biscuits.

      Lucas knew that place too, but he had never got inside.

      When they got to the car, Elizabeth immediately drove to that place, where she let the two children throw themselves on the sweets, getting drunk of candies, biscuits, muffins and cream, while she withdrew in the most secluded place in the café, to make some urgent calls about what she had just seen on the boy’s back.

      Lucas ate like a horse under the careful and happy eyes of the woman, who accused him of being too short and thin for his age.

      When the time to go home came, Lucas got into the car reluctantly and gave his address to Elizabeth, who immediately set the navigator up, because she couldn’t master Princeton’s streets very well yet.

      “Did your father want you to walk eight kilometers?” Elizabeth burst out nervously when she looked at the navigator’s directions.

      Lucas kept silent, wondering if eight kilometers were a long way.

      Luckily Kira was able to entertain him, so their trip home passed by cheerfully.

      Unfortunately, however, as soon as his father’s huge villa turned out outside the car window, every sign of smile disappeared from Lucas’s face.

      When the gate got opened, the child started trembling, wondering how his father would react if he knew what he had done.

      “Children, wait for me here!” Elizabeth ordered, getting out of the car and walking to the front door which had just been thrown open, to let Darren Scott's powerful shape come out.

      “Mr. Scott, I suppose.”

      “I am. Who are you?”

      “My name is Elizabeth Madis. I found your son alone at school, at the end of lessons. I caught Lucas and brought him home.”

      “Well, now just go away.”

      “No, I’m not!”

      “You aren’t? What do you want? Money? I haven’t asked you to bring him home! He could walk here, as far as I’m concerned!”

      “Don’t you feel ashamed? It’s almost eight kilometers! How could you force him to walk such a long way and what’s more, all alone!”

      “And who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do to my son?”

      “I’m a social worker and I’ll warn you, there are sufficient grounds to take your son’s custody away from you once and for all: child neglect, physical and probably psychological violence, besides, the child looks undernourished…even if you don’t seem to live poorly!”

      “How can you dare come to my house and abuse me?” the man burst out, pouncing on the woman and stopping a few inches from her face.

      “You’re drunk” the woman guessed from the stinking breathing getting to her face.

      “Go away or I’ll call the police and make you lose your job. I’ll have you banished from this town forever,” he threatened her.

      “You can't frighten me. Just know that I’m going to send the health service to you in a few days and also one of my colleagues to check that there aren’t any more marks of violence on Lucas, or I’ll have you thrown in jail. Is it clear?” she went on undeterred and decided to get her way.

      “Get out of my house!” he shouted at her, frightening Lucas too, who caught his rucksack quickly and rushed out of the car, to run home and make that quarrel end.

      “See you soon, Mr. Scott” Elizabeth told him with a veiled threat, then she got back into the car and drove away.

      When the car drove out of the huge estate, Darren walked back home, where he found his son scared and sobbing.

      “You’ve brought home a social worker, silly bastard!” the man thundered furiously against his son.

      “I didn’t know it” the child could just whisper, ready to pay the consequences.

      “Does that bitch really think she can challenge and threaten me…in my town? She’ll pay dearly for that! And as far as you are concerned, I won’t be able to beat you in the next days, but be sure you’re going to pay too for what you have done! Clear off to your bedroom now! Forget dinner tonight, so you’ll learn not to bring that dregs to my house.”

      Lucas didn’t let him say it twice.

      He rushed to his bedroom like a shot, grateful to Kira and her mother, who had offered him that special and gluttony snack. His stomach СКАЧАТЬ