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After nearly two years, it still baffled Liz completely as to why her son was so persistent to always come back to this wretched place, the place that just made everything so real.
She was entirely perplexed as to why this was the only place Luke got out to, other than school.
And she was utterly perturbed as to why the blond boy would continue to drive here once a week to see the horrible man who’s responsible for everything their family has been through.
Luke slowly made his way down the halls of the prison and down towards the door with a board reading “Visitors,” this was his stop.
The line leading to the front office was luckily almost none, likely because visiting hours were almost up.
“Next,” the lady attending to everyone eventually told Luke when it was his turn, “Name, please?” Although she didn’t even need to ask after becoming quite familiar with the boy in front of her. “Luke. I’ll tell him you’re here again,” the lady said with a soft spoken voice and a small nod.
Luke took a seat in the waiting area, shortly after being summoned by the attendant once more.
“Lucas Hemmings for Andrew Hemmings?”
He stood and made his way to the visiting booths following behind another attendant before he spotted his father, sat behind a glass screen and two phones the only thing that could connect the two in some way.
The blond boy took a seat in the familiar chair and was once again met with an almost painfully guilty look from the man who is his father.
And he was greeted with the same two words he has been for the past two years.
“I’m sorry,” and if it weren’t for the watery eyes and sob that was choked back Luke may not have believed him.
“I know,” he replied, taking his black lip ring into his mouth in order to avoid his own sobs being heard. “I know, Dad. Me too.”
The two shared a couple moments of silence before it was broken again by Andy’s muffled groan. Luke shifted in his seat, adjusting his sleeves so they were covering his hands, giving him sweater paws.
The thing is, Luke really wasn’t sure either why he came back here so often. In fact, he still has nightmares of his father circling him, ready to pounce, complete and utter hatred in his eyes. He doesn’t understand himself why he shares the guilt with his father, but he is sure that the guilt is there and it’s eating away at him every waking moment of his life.
'He's in here because of you.'
The voice in Luke’s head is interrupted when his father speaks up again, “I love you, Luke. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”
“I know,” was the only thing the boy had to reply, and it was true.
He knew Andy loved him but that might have just been the problem; maybe he loved him too much.