Sons of Thunder belongs to CBS, USA, and Chuck Norris. Leroy and Carlos' past belongs to Jaimi who has very graciously let me borrow it.
A few days later, Carlos and Kim were sitting in Uppercuts downing sodas while Butch manned the bar. Presently, Walker, Alex, Trivette, Syd, Gage, and Trent walked in.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" Trent queried.
"Nothing much," Carlos replied.
"Well, I've got some good news," Alex annonced. "Thanks to the testimony of you two and Officer Parker, Leroy's going back to jail for a very long time," she continued.
"Good. I hope that jerk gets cancer and rots," Kim declared vehemently. Confused by his friend's silence, Trent glanced at Carlos.
"You okay, bud?" he asked. Carlos blew out a breath.
"When Kim and I were in that warehouse, Leroy, he uh---he---" he broke off mid-sentence.
"What'd he do, Carlos?" his best friend gently prodded.
"He molested me. Just like he used to," came the answer.
"Wha---what do you mean, like he---? Carlos, are you saying that when you were a kid, he---" it was Trent's turn to break off.
"Yeah. He did," Carlos confirmed.
"I never knew," Trent said.
"No one did. Except Hector and Thunder," Carlos replied.
"But what about your mother?" Syd queried.
"Yeah. I mean, wouldn't she have---" Gage began.
"Leroy was slick. He only did it when she wasn't home," Carlos interrupted with a bitter laugh.
"I'm sorry, Carlos. I really am," Trent said.
"He ruined us. I joined a gang for the same reason Hector became a junkie: to forget. To pretend it wasn't happening," Carlos stated. "I'll never forget what he did to me, and right now, I don't know if I can forgive him. Right now, I just hate him. I just do." With that, Carlos walked out of the bar, leaving his friends to stare at each other in silence.
If you or anyone you know has been sexually assaulted in any way, contact RAINN'S National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-HOPE (4673).