Chapter 12: A Momentary Loss of Control.

Authors note: Since I don’t know where Port Charles is supposed to be, I’m going to
assume that it’s somewhere in between Buffalo and Rochester.

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“You’re pretty resourceful. Who thought you how to hot wire cars?” Tom asked. They
had driven in silence since Tom had forced Lucky to hot wire the truck.
Lucky didn’t answer. He absently rubbed the spot on his neck where the knife had cut.
It was a small cut, but it stung.
He had absolutely no idea where they were going, and he was angry at himself for
helping Tom get further away from Port Charles.

“How did you get the name? Tom asked, interrupting Lucky’s train of thought.
“What?” Lucky asked. The question had caught him off guard.
“Lucky. How did you get that name?”
“Why do you care?”
“Call it morbid curiosity” Tom said grinning.
Lucky looked at him. What did it matter anyway? This bastard was probably going to
kill him. Hell, at this point, Lucky hoped that was the only thing he would do.
‘Just humor him’ Lucky thought to himself.
“It’s just a nickname my father gave me when I was little.”
“How nice. Do you and your dad get along?” Tom asked. “Was he the one who thought you
how to hot wire cars, and pick locks?”

Lucky decided he wasn’t going to get into this conversation with Tom. Whatever he
said, Tom would just find a way to use it against him. He turned his head and resumed
his inspection of the scenery. He tried to figure out where they were going. As far
as he could tell, they were heading South. They had been on the same two lane road
for the entire day. A road lined with big trees. Trees that blocked everything else.
He hadn’t been able to see houses or businesses behind the tree cover. There was a
lot of snow too. Wherever it was, it wasn’t close to Port Charles. Lucky wondered if
they were even in the state of New York any more. There hadn’t been any other cars on
the road, and by looking at the weather conditions, he could see why. The roads
around here were not plowed, but the snow was soft enough to not cause a problem with
the tires.

Lucky contemplated causing an accident to get away from Tom, but decided against it.
If he survived it, he would be stuck out in the middle of nowhere and would probably
freeze to death. If Tom survived it, he would go after Elizabeth.
No, things would have to stay as they were.

“So, you’re going to give me the silent treatment?”
Lucky looked at him with as much contempt as he could muster. “You beat me up, kidnap
me, threaten my girlfriend, and you still expect me to carry on a conversation with
you? You must be joking”.
Tom’s eyes narrowed at the remark. “You’ve got guts. However, you should watch your
mouth. I hold all of the cards here. You’ll only live as long as I want you to”.
Lucky looked in his eyes and knew he meant it. Tom wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, if
he chose to do it.
Lucky sighed, and turned away.

A while later, they pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. It was a
small shack, and looked deserted. There were a couple of gas pumps, but none were
occupied. Tom maneuvered the car to the closest one and shut off the engine.
“Now, I’m going to get gas and something to eat. I want you to stay here, and stay
down”.
He reached over and grabbed Lucky’s hands. He took out a pair of handcuffs and placed
one end on the rope that connected both wrists. The other, he fastened to the gear
shift, causing Lucky to have to lay across both seats, facing the dashboard. Tom made
a final check to make sure Lucky was secured, than left the car.

Lucky was very uncomfortable. In pain, was more like it. His ribs were still sore
from last night.
‘Last night’ he though, ‘was it only last night?’. It seemed like an eternity ago.
‘God, what’s going to happen to me? What is he going to do to me? He’s crazy, I have
no doubt of that. I can’t try anything, though. If I knew that it was just me I was
risking, I’d do something in a heart beat. It’s not just me, though. I can’t risk
Elizabeth. I know he meant what he said. If I escape, he’ll go after her. I can’t
take that chance’.

He heard Tom close the gas cap and heard his footsteps as he walked to the store.

‘I have to humor him. If I make him mad, he might decide to kill me and go after
Elizabeth anyway’.
He sighed in frustration and felt a tear slide down the side of his face.
‘I can’t do this’ he thought. ‘I can’t fall apart’.
Just then, Tom opened the car door. He undid the handcuffs and sat Lucky back in the
passenger seat. Tom saw the tear and wiped it away, smiling.
‘It’s working’, he thought.
Lucky turned away, ashamed that Tom had seen him cry. ‘I cant’ let that happen again.
Don’t show him your weaknesses’ he though.
He felt Tom messing with his hands, and felt the rope loosen then fall away. He
turned and saw Tom holding it up.
“I thought you might like to eat something” he said and handed Lucky a sandwich.
Lucky took it, and noticed the rope burns on his wrists. They had stopped hurting
long ago, and he’d forgotten about them.
“Don’t try anything, though”. Tom warned, and they drove off once again.

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