Luka had a quiet car ride, he had his eyes fastened to the road and stood directly not out of focus. But then he began thinking about what had just went down, everything was going fast as just this morning he found out that that his father had been murdered, the man he knew as an abusive father. But then he stared thinking about another memory, about his mother, the last words he said to her, which projected through his head like a huge stereo used for concerts. His palms began to get sweaty and tighten harder and harder as he thought of the last words he said to the mother who gave him a home and love.
"You can't do anything right, you can't feed these stupid kids, you can't pay the bills, And your a terrible and thoughtless mother."
Every word that came out of Lukas mouth that day was a lie, he thought she pushed her limits to care for those kids and to pay the bills, he thought that she was a magnificent mother. Luka breathed more heavy and a little bit of sweat dropped down his hair and down his forehead, his focus started getting blurry as that sentence blared through his brain like a bullet shot to the skull. Luka knew he was a terrible son and had a cold heart and deserved to rot in this life, he had no doubt that this was true. But then came back to vision when he felt a loud thud or bang, he opened his eyes where he saw his car in impact with a different car.
"What the fucking hell, who the hell do you think you are driving into this lane, are deaf?"
Luka's ears were buzzing and ringing at the impact and with the words jumbled and scrambled through out his brain, he could see the man freaking out. Luka got out of the car, he could still hear the ringing through his brain and out his ear, not hearing a wor\d oiut of the mans mouth, but noticing some words like 'Hell' and 'Jail'. Luka got a little worried about the word jail, because of the last incident he had in court. Luka was in court about three months ago for trespassing at his exes house and was told by the judge that if he would come back to this court for any crime, that he would personally escort him to jail.
The man kept freaking out pointing back at the two cars both who had came into impact just minutes ago, when Luka began hearing again he took a deep breath and then listened what the man had to say. Luka had been told to process words that had anger as an emotion, to take a deep breath and out, then continue to speak. Luka walked over to the cars to see how bad it was, his car had a broken left light and a dent in the front that would probably take a couple weeks to get fixed depending on who the mechanic was.
"Okay how much will this cost to repair?'' The man out laughing when Luka finished the sentence. "Unless you got three thousand dollars on you, then your screwed buddy!"
Luka walked back over to his car, he opened the front door of the car and began searching through the car. Luka had to take a choice between going to court and getting sent to jail and probably prison, or giving him his life savings he kept inside the vehicle. Luka had recently lost his job for coming in late and only had his two hundred dollars in his bank account and his life saving. Luka scattered through the garbage infested vehicle till he got to his glove box. He took out a can and crawled out of the small vehicle, Luka then walked back to the man.
"Here is five grand, you happy now, good." Luka threw the can to the man, then walked back to his car.
Luka started his car and drove out of the car he came into impact, he drove through the streets with the decent sized dent in the car. As Luka made his to the house, he kept his eyes on the road not thinking about his now deceased parents. When Luka made it to the house, he stopped on the road across from the house, noticing another vehicle blocking the space, which was most likely Oliver. Luka walked across the street to the house where he saw three boys, one he didn't know.
"Who has the key?" He asked all of them then asked a second question. "Is this a kid who came after I left of a friend of one of yours?"
