| Chapter Twenty One Lucky turned eleven and this birthday was like all the rest. No one noticed or cared how old he was. After all the years of lies and half truths he was beginning to think that maybe this day wasn't his birthday. He did look forward to the letter he got from Luke and Laura but even that almost felt fake. Lucky was in his room, working on his assignments for the next day, when Stavros entered and just stood there glaring at him. Lucky tried not to show it, but Stavros frighten him and he always made him feel like he was worthless. "Happy birthday, Kid!" Stavros said, handing him the letter from Luke and Laura. Lucky reached out for it but Stavros held it up even higher. "Let me guess. Mommy and daddy saying hi to their little boy," Stavros sneered at him. "Please, Master Stavros. Let me have my letter," Lucky begged him. "Not bad, but not good enough. You don't get it yet, kid, do ya? You're old man doesn't love you. He dumped you here because you were too much trouble to have around. They have been lying to you for years only to save your precious feelings, but I think it is time you learn the truth," Stavros said and shoved Lucky back into his chair. Lucky looked at him and was trying not to cry. "Your mother wasn't brought to this island but she came to it freely. She was hiding from your father and we fell in love, but your father came back for her and she went with him. You want to know why? Because she was scared. She told me he raped her and he even beat her. I was going to kill him that day but he got the drop on me and I was badly hurt. My mother couldn't care less about Laura as long as she had Nikolas. I didn't even know where she was until the day she called me to come and get you. She begged me to take her son to live with his brother. Luke was going to dump you in some back alley and leave you there. I should have let him because you are just like your old man worthless and no good." Lucky was crying by then. Stavros words cut him deep and hurt him worse then any of his beatings. Stavros dropped the letter on the table and left the room. He was pleased with himself at what he just did. Lucky, in the mean time just sat and cried. He looked at the letter and had the urge to rip it in pieces but he didn't. "Stavros had to be lying because if he wasn't, he didn't have anything to hold on to any more," Lucky thought. Lucky opened the top draw of his desk and pulled out a thick notebook and began writing. His words came in a rush but they spoke loud and clear. He made himself a promise to ask Luke for the truth. He knew that if his father could look him in the eye and tell him that Stavros lied, Lucky would believe him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luke sat and watched the sun set behind the wall that surrounded their enclosure. Lucky's birthday was almost over and it had been six years since they seen him in person. Stefan still brought him the videos but Luke wanted more. He wanted to touch and hold Lucky. He wanted to talk to him and ask him all the questions he has been saving up all these years. Laura put down their two-year-old and let her run out in the yard. The guards were glad to see her because as long as Lulu was around Luke behaved himself. The two of them watched her play with heavy hearts. They loved their little girl but they didn't want to bring another child into the world in a situation like this, but it had just happened. Lulu was the best thing that happened to them. Laura had started to care about life again and Luke had something else to fight for. They both feared that Stavros and Helena would end up taking her away from them one day, just as they did Lucky. If they did that, that one event might kill both of them. "He is eleven today. I wonder what he is doing and what he got. Did Lucky think of us at all or do we never cross his mind any more? I don't know if he ever gets our letters. We haven't heard a word from him since that fathers day," she said, sadly never taking her eyes off of Lulu. "He loves us, Laura. Don't worry about that. But I am beginning to wonder if Lucky even gets our letters. Are they playing games with us and just throw them away or do they forbid him to write to us? I don't remember anything any more. I am beginning to get used to this place," Luke told her. "So, am I," Laura agreed. Chapter 22 Return to Cassadine Revenge |