Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
LUTHER WAS IN his Dad's office. He discovered a secret compartment with a little help from Pogo. It was where the old kept all the documents he sent him.
                          
The worst part was, all of them were unopened. Luther tried looking for at least one opened document, but there weren't a single one. "He never even looked at them." He muttered to himself.
                          
"Why would he..." He trailed off. He felt betrayed by his father, "Why not?" He gasped as he looked up at Pogo, "Why not?" He yelled. 
                          
Pogo felt ashamed that he didn't tell Luther about it. He opened his mouth and closed it again as there were no words that had come out of his mouth.
                          
One thing led to another and now, Luther was by the bar, chugging up the liquor down to his throat until his problems were drowning in it. Klaus walked in with a bundle of rope, "Luther!" He called out.
                          
"Luther, I need you to tie me up so I can–" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Luther sulking, "Are you drinking?"
                          
Number One didn't answer his brother. Instead, he kept drinking up the glass of liquor like it was the only beverage available and refilled it when it becomes empty. He looked at Klaus who was surprised by Luther's state.
                          
"Holy shi..." He cut himself off with a laugh, "Holy shit, you're drunk." He stated and looked at his old man's liquor cabinet. "And you busted into Dad's liquor cabinet. He's gonna be so pissed." He babbled.
                          
"Get him." Luther demanded with a sigh, "Dad. Do it, now."
                          
"I told you already, alright? I-I can't!" With that, Luther gripped his throat and pushed him against the wall, "Little shit!"
                          
Klaus choked as he couldn't breath, "Please... I.."
                          
Eventually, Luther let him go. Klaus landed on the floor, trying to catch his breath as he threw a coughing fit. "Jesus Christ." He exclaimed, "Luther! Of course I tried! All right? God knows I've tried, but he is as he was in life, he's a stubborn prick!"
                          
"He needs to answer to me for what he did." Number One exhaled, "For sending me up there. I sacrificed everything for him, my entire life. " He cried out, "I never left this house. I never had friends. And for what? For nothing."
                          
Klaus looked at him, feeling sorry for his brother. "Oh, no, no, no, no. Hey, just.. just..." He started walking up to sulking Luther, "Just relax, okay? Just- Just relax." He soothed as Luther walked over to a seat, "I-I could try again. I mean, I can't promise I'm clean enough. But just–" He stopped at mid-sentence as Luther chugged down a glass of liquor once again.
                          
"Hey, come on." Klaus walked up to his brother, "Hey, hey, hey, come on. That's enough of that. Come on." He said as he pried the glass of liquor off of Luther's grip, "Come on. Chin up there, big guy." He tried cheering the muscular guy up as he playfully punched him lightly on the shoulder. 
                          
"It's okay. Just go." Luther insisted on being alone. He couldn't bare people seeing him so vulnerable. The supposed leader, sulking and moping about something he thought he was doing for the greater good.
                          
"Why-- Why don't we find the others? I'm sure Allison could help." Number Four suggested. 
                          
Luther refused, "I don't want her." His voice was breaking as he continued, "I don't want them to see me like this. Besides, I- You know, I'll just hold them back. What they're doing is too important."
                          
"What are you talking about? You're our Number One, remember?" Klaus urged, sitting beside him, "O Captain! My Captain!" He exclaimed with a chuckle, "Remember?" Luther joined him by laughing.
                          
Klaus thought his brother was feeling better afterwards. Until Luther broke down into a sob. He cried like he had never cried before as he put his head on Klaus' shoulder.