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sister hadn’t just screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night five feet from him.
Meanwhile, Sarah’s weeping showed no signs of slowing down. If she repeated her usual pattern, she would keep going at it hard for at least another few minutes. Then she should start wearing herself out and he could start the motions of getting her back to sleep.
Of course, Lincoln realized that what she really needed was some kind of therapist. The only problem was that, even if he could afford one, he couldn’t take the chance of the authorities finding out that he had Sarah and Tommy living with him in his one-bedroom apartment. If they did, they would take them and put them back into foster care ...
... and that was something Lincoln simply could not allow.
Lincoln Roberts hadn’t even known he had two younger half-siblings until a year ago. Their father had left Lincoln and his mother when he was five years old. The man had been a violent, raging alcoholic, and neither of them had been sorry to see him go. Then dear Mom went and got herself killed in a car accident, and Lincoln spent the remaining years of his childhood bouncing from foster home to foster home, never adopted and always dejected and alone.
After serving a brief two years in the National Guard, Lincoln wandered from job to job until he finally found something steady in construction work. He’d grown into quite a large boy — something that kept a lot of the nastier foster kids at bay during the dark years — and his size helped make up for what he lacked in quality education. Soon, he had a few pretty decent work buddies, and he thought that maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.
Then the old man died, drinking himself into unconsciousness and choking on his own vomit in the bathroom of some bar. And, by sheer chance, Lincoln found out about it.
A streak of morbid curiosity prompted him to check out what Pop had been up to over the last twenty years. One thing led to another, and Lincoln eventually found out that the bastard had gone off and spawned two more miserable children to trounce as he saw fit. What was worse, now that he had a little girl, Pop had discovered a knack for pedophilia . According to Lincoln’s humble research, the mother had even known about it, but as long as the old man worked just enough to keep her stocked with her own Vodka, she hadn’t been too concerned.
By the time Lincoln had learned all of this, the kids had been in foster care for over a year. Desperate to keep them from the same endless Purgatory that he had suffered, Lincoln feigned a distinct lack of interest in their welfare ...
... and then he found them, and he kidnaped them.
It hadn’t taken much effort. The System, backlogged, red-taped, and understaffed — and thinking the two were probably runaways, not abductees — continued to search for them, but without much resolve. And the kids, once they got over their initial fright and learned who he was and why he’d snatched them, quickly came to appreciate and love the caring, tender, older brother they’d never known.
Lincoln even learned that one of the other kids in their home had been trying to "play doctor" with both of them right before their departure, and that quelled any guilty doubts he had left. The authorities even stopped by to question him about Sarah and Tommy one afternoon, and he played it straighter than he would have thought himself capable of — with the kids hiding in the closet the whole time, no less.
For the last nine months, he had been caring for them to the best of his ability, giving them his room, keeping decent food on the table, and even doing his best to tutor them through home schooling.
Lincoln didn’t pretend to know how long he could keep this up. Even if Sarah wasn’t having chronic nightmares, sooner or later, one of them was bound to get physically sick — something store-bought Tylenol couldn’t handle —
Meanwhile, Sarah’s weeping showed no signs of slowing down. If she repeated her usual pattern, she would keep going at it hard for at least another few minutes. Then she should start wearing herself out and he could start the motions of getting her back to sleep.
Of course, Lincoln realized that what she really needed was some kind of therapist. The only problem was that, even if he could afford one, he couldn’t take the chance of the authorities finding out that he had Sarah and Tommy living with him in his one-bedroom apartment. If they did, they would take them and put them back into foster care ...
... and that was something Lincoln simply could not allow.
Lincoln Roberts hadn’t even known he had two younger half-siblings until a year ago. Their father had left Lincoln and his mother when he was five years old. The man had been a violent, raging alcoholic, and neither of them had been sorry to see him go. Then dear Mom went and got herself killed in a car accident, and Lincoln spent the remaining years of his childhood bouncing from foster home to foster home, never adopted and always dejected and alone.
After serving a brief two years in the National Guard, Lincoln wandered from job to job until he finally found something steady in construction work. He’d grown into quite a large boy — something that kept a lot of the nastier foster kids at bay during the dark years — and his size helped make up for what he lacked in quality education. Soon, he had a few pretty decent work buddies, and he thought that maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.
Then the old man died, drinking himself into unconsciousness and choking on his own vomit in the bathroom of some bar. And, by sheer chance, Lincoln found out about it.
A streak of morbid curiosity prompted him to check out what Pop had been up to over the last twenty years. One thing led to another, and Lincoln eventually found out that the bastard had gone off and spawned two more miserable children to trounce as he saw fit. What was worse, now that he had a little girl, Pop had discovered a knack for pedophilia . According to Lincoln’s humble research, the mother had even known about it, but as long as the old man worked just enough to keep her stocked with her own Vodka, she hadn’t been too concerned.
By the time Lincoln had learned all of this, the kids had been in foster care for over a year. Desperate to keep them from the same endless Purgatory that he had suffered, Lincoln feigned a distinct lack of interest in their welfare ...
... and then he found them, and he kidnaped them.
It hadn’t taken much effort. The System, backlogged, red-taped, and understaffed — and thinking the two were probably runaways, not abductees — continued to search for them, but without much resolve. And the kids, once they got over their initial fright and learned who he was and why he’d snatched them, quickly came to appreciate and love the caring, tender, older brother they’d never known.
Lincoln even learned that one of the other kids in their home had been trying to "play doctor" with both of them right before their departure, and that quelled any guilty doubts he had left. The authorities even stopped by to question him about Sarah and Tommy one afternoon, and he played it straighter than he would have thought himself capable of — with the kids hiding in the closet the whole time, no less.
For the last nine months, he had been caring for them to the best of his ability, giving them his room, keeping decent food on the table, and even doing his best to tutor them through home schooling.
Lincoln didn’t pretend to know how long he could keep this up. Even if Sarah wasn’t having chronic nightmares, sooner or later, one of them was bound to get physically sick — something store-bought Tylenol couldn’t handle —
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