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did."
"It's a family issue, why bother to bring in the authorities for a few—"
"Bruises?" Lucas cut in, his eyes bright with fury. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but I saw the way he threw your head against the side of the rig. This went a lot farther than simple discipline. What he did to us was an assault, plain and simple."
"Fine, then you give them your statement. I have to get going since I have a shift tomorrow."
Matt shook his head. "The company already put you on sick leave until you bring in a note saying you're fit for work. Since you're leaving the hospital against medical advice, I don't see any of these docs penning that letter for you."
That caused Dylan to pause. He'd never stopped to consider that his company would bench him over this. "Am I in trouble or something?"
If his father made him lose his job, Dylan would never forgive him. While the pay and hours could suck, Dylan loved his career. He breathed a sigh of relief when Matt shook his head.
"You're not being pulled off duty as punishment. They know it's not your fault you have an ass for a father. They just want to make sure you're healthy."
"Oh, okay," Dylan agreed. While he was going to miss the double overtime holiday pay, he didn't mind not having to work on Christmas.
"There's something else you need to consider," Matt continued, his normally snarky attitude gone to be replaced by a deadly serious demeanor.
"What?"
"Since your dad attacked you on hospital property and damaged one of our employer's rigs in the process, it doesn't matter if you press charges or not. He's in deep shit either way. They're going to arrest him with or without your help."
"There's no way he's going to get away with it like he did last time," Gladys added.
Dylan froze, his heart thumping in fear. While he hoped the implication of her statement would go unnoticed, the expression of horror on Lucas's face told him otherwise.
A small sound of distress even passed by Lucas's parted lips as all the color drained from his face. "What does she mean by last time ?"
Gladys lifted her chin in a stubborn gesture, showing that her wording hadn't been an accident. No, she'd known damn well what she'd been doing. A flare of anger went through Dylan, but he forced himself to stomp it down. Deep down, he realized Gladys did it out of concern and not malice. He let out a sigh of defeat as his shoulders slumped.
"This wasn't the first time he attacked me," Dylan confessed.
Lucas shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "How many times has it happened?"
"Just the night he kicked me out, but it was bad. Much worse than what he did to me tonight.
Matt let out a foul curse while Lucas continued to study him, almost as if seeing him for the first time.
"Why didn't you tell me before now?"
Even though he knew it was lame, Dylan merely shrugged in response. "Does it matter why?"
"Hell yes, it does," Lucas countered, his tone rising in anger. "It seems that I'm the only one in Flint who didn't know."
"Not, true. I never told Matt or Hazel." As soon as those words passed his lips, Dylan knew they'd been the wrong thing to say.
"I'm not in the mood for smartass answers," Lucas snapped.
Dylan's own anger rose. He knew it was mostly reflexive and had nothing to do with Lucas per say, but that didn't stop him from lashing out in return. "Then maybe you shouldn't ask dumb questions."
"How is me worrying about you dumb?"
"Because clearly if I had wanted you to know anything about this particular topic, I would have told you all about it."
"Instead I have to find out from Gladys of all people? What happened to us always having each
other's backs?" Lucas challenged.
"In case you haven't noticed, Dad pretty much already stomped that piece of my anatomy." Dylan turned his back on his brother and slowly shuffled from the room. The entire time, he waited for Lucas to call him back so they could make amends with each other. In
"It's a family issue, why bother to bring in the authorities for a few—"
"Bruises?" Lucas cut in, his eyes bright with fury. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but I saw the way he threw your head against the side of the rig. This went a lot farther than simple discipline. What he did to us was an assault, plain and simple."
"Fine, then you give them your statement. I have to get going since I have a shift tomorrow."
Matt shook his head. "The company already put you on sick leave until you bring in a note saying you're fit for work. Since you're leaving the hospital against medical advice, I don't see any of these docs penning that letter for you."
That caused Dylan to pause. He'd never stopped to consider that his company would bench him over this. "Am I in trouble or something?"
If his father made him lose his job, Dylan would never forgive him. While the pay and hours could suck, Dylan loved his career. He breathed a sigh of relief when Matt shook his head.
"You're not being pulled off duty as punishment. They know it's not your fault you have an ass for a father. They just want to make sure you're healthy."
"Oh, okay," Dylan agreed. While he was going to miss the double overtime holiday pay, he didn't mind not having to work on Christmas.
"There's something else you need to consider," Matt continued, his normally snarky attitude gone to be replaced by a deadly serious demeanor.
"What?"
"Since your dad attacked you on hospital property and damaged one of our employer's rigs in the process, it doesn't matter if you press charges or not. He's in deep shit either way. They're going to arrest him with or without your help."
"There's no way he's going to get away with it like he did last time," Gladys added.
Dylan froze, his heart thumping in fear. While he hoped the implication of her statement would go unnoticed, the expression of horror on Lucas's face told him otherwise.
A small sound of distress even passed by Lucas's parted lips as all the color drained from his face. "What does she mean by last time ?"
Gladys lifted her chin in a stubborn gesture, showing that her wording hadn't been an accident. No, she'd known damn well what she'd been doing. A flare of anger went through Dylan, but he forced himself to stomp it down. Deep down, he realized Gladys did it out of concern and not malice. He let out a sigh of defeat as his shoulders slumped.
"This wasn't the first time he attacked me," Dylan confessed.
Lucas shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "How many times has it happened?"
"Just the night he kicked me out, but it was bad. Much worse than what he did to me tonight.
Matt let out a foul curse while Lucas continued to study him, almost as if seeing him for the first time.
"Why didn't you tell me before now?"
Even though he knew it was lame, Dylan merely shrugged in response. "Does it matter why?"
"Hell yes, it does," Lucas countered, his tone rising in anger. "It seems that I'm the only one in Flint who didn't know."
"Not, true. I never told Matt or Hazel." As soon as those words passed his lips, Dylan knew they'd been the wrong thing to say.
"I'm not in the mood for smartass answers," Lucas snapped.
Dylan's own anger rose. He knew it was mostly reflexive and had nothing to do with Lucas per say, but that didn't stop him from lashing out in return. "Then maybe you shouldn't ask dumb questions."
"How is me worrying about you dumb?"
"Because clearly if I had wanted you to know anything about this particular topic, I would have told you all about it."
"Instead I have to find out from Gladys of all people? What happened to us always having each
other's backs?" Lucas challenged.
"In case you haven't noticed, Dad pretty much already stomped that piece of my anatomy." Dylan turned his back on his brother and slowly shuffled from the room. The entire time, he waited for Lucas to call him back so they could make amends with each other. In
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