Goose saw all the spectators watching as he pulled up to the house. They were looking for some entertainment and they didn't care who got hurt to amuse them. Keeping his expression neutral, he glaced at Anna and said, "Stay in the car until I call for you. Do not unlock the car for any reason. Here are the keys. Please lock the doors as soon as I get out."<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, he exited the vehicle and walked carefully up to the door. The door was closed and the blinds were down. No one peeked through to see what the commotion was about but he hadn't gotten to where he was by taking chances. Standing to the side of the door, he tried the doorknob. It was unlocked so he shoved the door open but stayed outside and to the side just in case.<br/><br/>(Saturday Morning)<br/><br/>Richard was in agony from his broken nose. He squirmed as much as he could, trying to ease the pain and release his bonds. The pain in his nose subsided after a few hours and he realized that he would have a crooked nose for the rest of his life because it wasn't going to be set properly. Reluctantly, he agreed with that asshole kid. Screaming wouldn't bring help at all. His neighbors were used to it. Before he could get at least his feet untied, all the beer he had been drinking took revenge on him. He held in the urge to piss as long as he could but finally, he couldn't hold it anymore. The acrid smell of urine filled the room as he pissed his pants. One good thing about being tied up was he couldn't eat or drink anything and since he hadn't eaten anything yesterday, there was nothing to come out his backside. The sun had set by the time Richard had managed to get the robe belt loose enough to get his feet free. His hands were another matter. He shambled over to the door and managed to get it open. He looked pathetic in his wife beater tank top and shorts. The smell of urine and unwashed flesh created a cloud around him. There were a couple neighbors around so he wandered over to them and begged them if they had a handcuff key. Both of them shook their heads no, their smiling faces proclaiming they were enjoying his predicament. He knew that he couldn't call the police because they would start asking questions that he wasn't willing to answer. Growling at his neighbors, he walked back inside his house.<br/><br/>Sunday morning found Richard in his recliner with his hands still cuffed behind him. He had been thinking about what had happened. Something about that boy was familiar but he couldn't place him anywhere. His mouth was parched and his stomach growled. What was he going to do? That bastard had said he wouldn't return until Monday. Richard wasn't sure he could last that long without a drink of something. Perhaps he could turn the bathtub on and get a drink from there. It took him ten minutes just to get out of his chair and he was breathing heavily by the time he got out. As he started towards the bathroom, he heard a car pull up. Just as he went into the hallway, he heard his front door open. Peeking around the corner, he didn't see anyone so he waited.<br/><br/>Goose peeked inside. No Dad in sight. That wasn't a good sign. Slipping his brass knuckles on, he eased around the doorjamb and stood against the wall. Richard only saw the bastard that had beaten him. A red haze filled his vision as he screamed and charged head first at him. Goose whipped his head towards the hallway as Richard came barrelling at him. Damn, the asshole was fast, thought the younger man. He only had time to throw himself on the floor. Richard wasn't expecting that and tripped over the kid's body, sending him sprawling. Before he could manage to get back up, a foot pressed against his neck.<br/><br/>"Hi, Dad," Goose said as he looked down at Richard. Out of sight of the man on the floor, Goose rubbed his side where he had been kicked. "You didn't come get me when they released me. Your pack of lies is causing me all sorts of shit with Anna. Just tell me where the sentencing papers are and I'll undo the cuffs."<br/><br/>"What the shit are you talking about?" growled Richard. "You're not my son. That little pipsqueak is someone's bitch. I had a friend working as a guard there for the first three months of my boy's sentence that told me all about it before he was transferred to another prison. Where is that slut that calls herself my daughter?"<br/><br/>"I don't have time for this, Dad," Goose grated out as he brandished the brass knuckles in front of Richard's eyes. "Just tell me where the papers are."<br/><br/>Richard gulped when he saw the knuckles. He had seen the bruise on his face from the first punch twenty four hours ago. The pain from the kidney punch and his broken nose wormed its way to the top of his mind. The last thing he wanted was some more pain. His body visibly slumped as he finally admitted defeat.<br/><br/>"In my bedroom, bottom of the top dresser drawer under the jeans."<br/><br/>Goose left and ransacked the dresser drawer in question, retrieving not only the official documents but several newspaper clippings detailing the trial. Hopefully this will satisfy Anna. He walked back out to the foyer and bent to uncuff his father before he stood in the doorway. A wave of his hand indicated that Anna should come inside now. As he waited for his sister, he kept his eye on his father who was slowly getting back up. It would be just like Richard to blindside him so Goose never gave him the chance once he had released him.