Summer Story part 7
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The Previous Parts are here, wearing striped tees and capris and a little silk scarf around their necks and wondering if they should buy a Vespa.
Summer Story
Lex walked around the castle very carefully. His dad was in a mood, to put it mildly and it was to his advantage to avoid him. He hoped to god he could get dressed and get over to Clark’s before his dad found him. He was just making his way past the library when he heard his dad’s dry little cough—the summons.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Lex.”
He tried to keep walking.
“Lex, I’m waiting.”
Lex turned back to the library
“Yes sir, I’m coming.”
His dad was in a leather chair facing the fireplace when he came in. The fireplace held a dry floral arrangement, designed to fill the space until the fireplace was in use again. Today, judging by his expression, he had a personal grudge against it.
“Come here son.” Lex edged closer, and stopped just out of arms reach by his father’s chair. “Yes sir,” he said again and hated the thread of nervousness in his voice.
“Lex, where have you been?”
Lex was puzzled; that was an extremely odd question, his dad should know he’d been in the castle all day. He was under watch all the time by the servants, the security personnel, by the driver, watched all the time until he was with Clark or at Pete’s’ house.
“Someone broke into the study last night—took a significant amount of money and items worth a great deal, took them out of the vault, without breaking into it. A perfect crime I’d say.” Lionel leaned back in his chair and looked steadily at Lex.
Lex felt confused, afraid and angry. Was he trying to accuse him? What in the world…
Lionel stood and paced past Lex and back again and Lex felt the tiniest breath of relief—he hadn’t flinched away from his dad, and that made him feel good. Emboldened, he turned to face him.
“Why haven’t you called the police? If it’s as serious as that.”
He sneered at Lex. “You’re missing something here son, as usual. No one saw a thing, none of our monitors registered anything- the house wasn’t broken into, the vault wasn’t disturbed. No one- absolutely no one save me can get into the vault. So. That leaves us with a mystery. One most assuredly beyond the means of our barely sufficient police force. One that I may find worthwhile to investigate personally. I do love to try and solve a mystery…”
He looked at Lex and Lex thought yes, yes you do. He remembered vividly being the object of his father’s curiosity. Once the man realized there was no cure for his baldness, that he no longer seemed to get ill, and that he appeared to heal quickly he wanted to know what had changed in his son. Pain was no deterrent; after all, it wasn’t his was it?
Lex lifted his lip in what was meant as a smile and his father responded in kind.
“So,” he drew out the word and pinned Lex with his bright reptilian eyes. “Where have you been, Lex? What are you doing with these boys? You spend so much time with them.” His tone was insinuating and Lex blushed.
“Nothing! We’re—we’re friends, we go to the movies, to the coffee shop—we just hang around, that’s all.”
Lionel pursed his lips. “And Whitney Fordman? The one whose father owned that little store downtown? What about him?”
Lex’s heart sunk. “What about him?” he tried to sound casual but he was nowhere near as good as Dad at appearing cool.
His dad walked back to him and he stood as still as he could. A thread of nervousness ran through him but he was not going to flinch god dammit, he was not going to drop his eyes….
“Lex, did you know we have cameras on the estate grounds? Just as a matter of security. And on camera, we caught one of the maids in the garden with a person not on staff. Unfortunately his… face… wasn’t captured on film. I’m certain she divulged information that led them to the vault.” He frowned deeply. “Of course she’s been let go. Suspicion is sufficient for dismissal. I don’t need any one I even suspect of being disloyal on my pay roll.”
Lex felt a little dizzy at the seeming constant change of topic. He was off balance and …with dawning fear he realized that’s the way his dad wanted him to be.
“May, may I go sir?” he asked and barely managed to keep his voice from trembling- he had to get out of here now—
His dad nodded and made a dismissive gesture, but as Lex made it to the threshold he heard,“Stop a moment son.”
Lionel came to stand next to Lex and stroked his cheek lightly, barely touching him with his fingertips. A whisper of a touch and Lex felt his heart shrivel inside.
“Lex, there are cameras in the gazebo too.” He pressed a finger into the base of Lex’s throat. “I can only protect you so much son, I can’t protect you against yourself. One’s first priority is to guard against weakness, no matter what that weakness is. Always be prepared to cut it out, you see. Excise the flaw before it before it damages the entire structure, Lex.” He pressed a little harder as Lex nodded as much as he could, open mouthed, speechless and near breathless.
He walked away again and Lex heard him hiss “Disgusting.” under his breath. He whirled and ran from the library, ran up the stairs and into his room and he couldn't stop his fingers from massaging his throat. He didn’t feel secure until his door was locked.
He tested the lock and laughed at himself. If his dad really wanted to get him, no lock in *this* house would stop him.
He walked over to his bed and sat. He felt as though he were trying to move through jello. He toed off his shoes and lay down on the bed and grabbed the edge of his comforter, prepared to wrap himself up in it and escape for a few hours, but he stopped. Sat up and grabbed his phone.
He hit a button and waited, and knew he’d done just the right thing the moment he heard Clark’s voice. “Lex! Hi—are you ready? Do you want me to come pick you up now?”
Clark sounded eager and happy and Lex felt himself thaw, a smile pulled at his lips and he answered with total conviction, “I am *so* ready for you, Clark.”
There was silence for a moment on the other end, and then a shaky little laugh.
“Ah, okay than Lex. I’m—I’m coming. To pick you up! To give you a ride--- I mean—Lex, I’ll be there in a little bit, okay?”
Lex kept smiling even when the dial tone buzzed in his ear, kept smiling as he put his shoes back on. Oh yes. Friends. Absolutely.
tbc
The Previous Parts are here, wearing striped tees and capris and a little silk scarf around their necks and wondering if they should buy a Vespa.
Summer Story
Lex walked around the castle very carefully. His dad was in a mood, to put it mildly and it was to his advantage to avoid him. He hoped to god he could get dressed and get over to Clark’s before his dad found him. He was just making his way past the library when he heard his dad’s dry little cough—the summons.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Lex.”
He tried to keep walking.
“Lex, I’m waiting.”
Lex turned back to the library
“Yes sir, I’m coming.”
His dad was in a leather chair facing the fireplace when he came in. The fireplace held a dry floral arrangement, designed to fill the space until the fireplace was in use again. Today, judging by his expression, he had a personal grudge against it.
“Come here son.” Lex edged closer, and stopped just out of arms reach by his father’s chair. “Yes sir,” he said again and hated the thread of nervousness in his voice.
“Lex, where have you been?”
Lex was puzzled; that was an extremely odd question, his dad should know he’d been in the castle all day. He was under watch all the time by the servants, the security personnel, by the driver, watched all the time until he was with Clark or at Pete’s’ house.
“Someone broke into the study last night—took a significant amount of money and items worth a great deal, took them out of the vault, without breaking into it. A perfect crime I’d say.” Lionel leaned back in his chair and looked steadily at Lex.
Lex felt confused, afraid and angry. Was he trying to accuse him? What in the world…
Lionel stood and paced past Lex and back again and Lex felt the tiniest breath of relief—he hadn’t flinched away from his dad, and that made him feel good. Emboldened, he turned to face him.
“Why haven’t you called the police? If it’s as serious as that.”
He sneered at Lex. “You’re missing something here son, as usual. No one saw a thing, none of our monitors registered anything- the house wasn’t broken into, the vault wasn’t disturbed. No one- absolutely no one save me can get into the vault. So. That leaves us with a mystery. One most assuredly beyond the means of our barely sufficient police force. One that I may find worthwhile to investigate personally. I do love to try and solve a mystery…”
He looked at Lex and Lex thought yes, yes you do. He remembered vividly being the object of his father’s curiosity. Once the man realized there was no cure for his baldness, that he no longer seemed to get ill, and that he appeared to heal quickly he wanted to know what had changed in his son. Pain was no deterrent; after all, it wasn’t his was it?
Lex lifted his lip in what was meant as a smile and his father responded in kind.
“So,” he drew out the word and pinned Lex with his bright reptilian eyes. “Where have you been, Lex? What are you doing with these boys? You spend so much time with them.” His tone was insinuating and Lex blushed.
“Nothing! We’re—we’re friends, we go to the movies, to the coffee shop—we just hang around, that’s all.”
Lionel pursed his lips. “And Whitney Fordman? The one whose father owned that little store downtown? What about him?”
Lex’s heart sunk. “What about him?” he tried to sound casual but he was nowhere near as good as Dad at appearing cool.
His dad walked back to him and he stood as still as he could. A thread of nervousness ran through him but he was not going to flinch god dammit, he was not going to drop his eyes….
“Lex, did you know we have cameras on the estate grounds? Just as a matter of security. And on camera, we caught one of the maids in the garden with a person not on staff. Unfortunately his… face… wasn’t captured on film. I’m certain she divulged information that led them to the vault.” He frowned deeply. “Of course she’s been let go. Suspicion is sufficient for dismissal. I don’t need any one I even suspect of being disloyal on my pay roll.”
Lex felt a little dizzy at the seeming constant change of topic. He was off balance and …with dawning fear he realized that’s the way his dad wanted him to be.
“May, may I go sir?” he asked and barely managed to keep his voice from trembling- he had to get out of here now—
His dad nodded and made a dismissive gesture, but as Lex made it to the threshold he heard,“Stop a moment son.”
Lionel came to stand next to Lex and stroked his cheek lightly, barely touching him with his fingertips. A whisper of a touch and Lex felt his heart shrivel inside.
“Lex, there are cameras in the gazebo too.” He pressed a finger into the base of Lex’s throat. “I can only protect you so much son, I can’t protect you against yourself. One’s first priority is to guard against weakness, no matter what that weakness is. Always be prepared to cut it out, you see. Excise the flaw before it before it damages the entire structure, Lex.” He pressed a little harder as Lex nodded as much as he could, open mouthed, speechless and near breathless.
He walked away again and Lex heard him hiss “Disgusting.” under his breath. He whirled and ran from the library, ran up the stairs and into his room and he couldn't stop his fingers from massaging his throat. He didn’t feel secure until his door was locked.
He tested the lock and laughed at himself. If his dad really wanted to get him, no lock in *this* house would stop him.
He walked over to his bed and sat. He felt as though he were trying to move through jello. He toed off his shoes and lay down on the bed and grabbed the edge of his comforter, prepared to wrap himself up in it and escape for a few hours, but he stopped. Sat up and grabbed his phone.
He hit a button and waited, and knew he’d done just the right thing the moment he heard Clark’s voice. “Lex! Hi—are you ready? Do you want me to come pick you up now?”
Clark sounded eager and happy and Lex felt himself thaw, a smile pulled at his lips and he answered with total conviction, “I am *so* ready for you, Clark.”
There was silence for a moment on the other end, and then a shaky little laugh.
“Ah, okay than Lex. I’m—I’m coming. To pick you up! To give you a ride--- I mean—Lex, I’ll be there in a little bit, okay?”
Lex kept smiling even when the dial tone buzzed in his ear, kept smiling as he put his shoes back on. Oh yes. Friends. Absolutely.
tbc
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