2 Nightmare

Cruising down a the M40 motorway,in Warwickshire,England, heading towards Warwick from Kineton High School,was a bright blue minivan.In it was a family of four,the Archers. Wilkass Archer was taking his family back home,after picking their two children from school.Today was a particularly beautiful day for a family day out.

Lucas Gray Archer,seated in the back seat,was a particularly unique boy.Unlike his other family,his father Wilkass Archer,who had dark brown hair and kind blue eyes,his stepmother,Miranda Owens Archer,who was a brunette and his step sister Ruby Owens,who was a red head,Luke,which they called him, had long black hair and gorgeous golden eyes.He wasn't the kind you would call British,because golden eyes are untypical of the Brits.

The family,in their minivan,were heading back home to Warwick,in Warwickshire, England.

Suddenly,

"Mother,can we stop and buy an ice cream?I want ice cream!!"Ruby called.The thirteen year old was treated like a baby.She was kind of fat and loved to eat.Her mother, Miranda, would stop at anything to give her daughter a good life.

"Come on,Will!You heard her!!"Miranda turned to Wilkass,who was seated in the driver's seat.

The two got married after Luke's mother,Everett Gray Archer,got killed by some disease Wilkass didn't tell Luke.Despite Luke's strong opposition,they still got married.Wilkass told his son that this woman was going to give him a life he would find nowhere else,but instead,she made life miserable,she and her ugly daughter.

"I didn't hear a thing!!"Wilkass peered out the window.

Luke loved it when his father feigned not to hear what that girl had said.He didn't like the way they pampered her,like a newborn baby.

"She said she wants ice cream!"Miranda repeated."I already bought her chocolates!" Wilkass said,"is it not enough?"he asked.

"I don't like chocolate.Mom,I want ice cream!"Ruby said.Well,she still ate the chocolate, despite not liking it.'Silly thing' Luke cursed.

"We aren't going to stop anywhere,lest we be late for Rushbearing!"Wilkass said.Rushbearing was some sort of English festival.Luke really knew nothing about that one since he had never attended one,all the ten years of his life.He only heard about it from his father,his late mother and his grandmother,who tried,to no avail,to explain the festival to him.

"Rushbearing or no Rushbearing,I demand you stop the car so my darling can have an ice cream!" Miranda yelled, angrily.She was really pissed,or was trying hard to look tough.She turned to Ruby and said," Don't you worry,my darling.Mom is going to get you ice cream!! Eat some more of your chocolate!!"

'Yuck!' Luke thought. He sat there and didn't say a word.He just stared out the window at beautiful Warwick.

"Let Luke decide!!" Wilkass pointed out,and Luke almost choked.What was his dad thinking?If Luke didn't do what Ruby or Miranda wanted,he would get locked up in that attic for who knows how long.If he chose what Ruby and Miranda wanted,his father would be late for the Rushbearing,which Luke didn't want to happen.Luke sat there contemplating what he should say.Just about then,they were crossing a cross roads.

Wilkass turned around,to look at his son.Miranda, too,glared at Luke in a you-know-what-to-choose. Suddenly,

"Hey,you missed the lights!!" Ruby said,and immediately,Wilkass slammed on the brakes.The minivan stopped in the middle of the cross roads. Suddenly,there was a loud crash of metal as a cement mixer slammed into the side on which Ruby and his father sat.

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Breathing heavily,Luke jumped up from his nightmare.His father's death had haunted him ever since that day.He had had dreams and nightmares about his family ever since his father, stepmother and stepsister died in that car crash.Being the only survivor of that accident was a really tough thing.

Suddenly,the lights flickered on.

"Are you okay?" his grandfather lumbered into the room.His crimson robes hang freely over his weak and haggard body.His grey hair was covered by his favourite night cap.

Luke,since he lost all his family,lived, now,with his grandfather,Jameson Gray,his late mother's father. Jameson loved Luke like his very own daughter,Everett,since Luke looked very much like her.The black hair and beautiful looks.

"I'm fine, grandpa!!" Luke breathed heavily.He swung his legs of the bed,and grabbed his face into his arms,his long hair matted his sweaty face.

"Let me guess!"Grandpa Gray sat on the bed beside Luke,"you had that nightmare again!"

"Yes!!"Luke drew a deep breath.

"You know,"Grandpa Gray reached out a hand over Luke's shoulder,"for a lone survivor like you,most especially for the accident you survived, nightmares are very common.But soon enough,you will get over them!"he patted Luke's shoulder. "But they just won't stop!"Luke said,his voice full of emotion."It will take some time.But,trust me, soon,you will get over it!!"Grandpa Gray reassured. "It feels like I'm to blame for my father's death!"Luke said,a tear trickled down his cheeks. "You know,you shouldn't blame yourself for anyone's death.What happened was an accident.You didn't intend for any of it to happen!"Grandpa Gray said.He loved this young boy very much.Well,he still called him a young boy,despite knowing how old Luke was.

"Thanks alot, Grandpa!!"Luke forced a smile,"I don't know what I could have been without you!!" Well, wasn't it for his grandfather,Luke would have already gone crazy by now.He couldn't forgive himself for what happened to his parents.Had he decided what they should have done,either get Ruby an ice cream or not get it,his family,though he loathed his stepmother and stepsister,would still be alive.He atleast would have someone to bully him and to make life a bit miserable.It was worth it.

"Ah!"Grandpa Gray waved him off,"You shouldn't mind about that.You are my grandson,and I'm supposed to look after you, wholeheartedly!" he stood up,"now get some rest. I'm not going to tuck you in and give you a slight peck.Everett would do that!"he switched off the lights,"Sleep tight,sonny!" he said, closing the door behind him

Without that old man,Luke would be crazy by now.The man took great care of him,on the farm where they lived.He knew exactly at which time Luke would jump from his nightmare,and he was always exactly on time to comfort the fifteen year old.For five years now,he took great care of him.

Luke lay back on the bed,his obsessively long white hair matted his pillow.He hoped and prayed to fall asleep.