Officer Collins didn't know what the hell was going on.  In the back of his car was a murder suspect cuffed on the phone to his mother whilst his distraught lawyer held the phone to his ear.  He really should stop the car, lock them both up and try and deal with the situation himself.  However, the situation at the suspect's home was difficult and potentially a young child's life was in danger.  The sirens blared as the car cut through traffic as he tried to concentrate on the road rather than the mayhem going on in the back.

"What the!!!!!" cried Sam, incredulous.  His mother was crying on the end of the phone.  "My Dad didn't run out?  He was in jail all this time and you never told me?"  Sam raged on the phone as he cradled it against his ear, "Why Mom?  Why?  Why didn't you tell us?  We could have made the choice to see him!"

Patty, on the other end of the line meekly replied, "your father is a drug dealer and a thief.  He is bad."

"But why is he at my house now?  Why has he got Louis?  This doesn't make sense.  You could have said he didn't run out on us!"

Sam was dangerously close to putting the man who had caused so much misery on a pedestal and blaming his mother for only trying to protect him.

Interspersed with Sam's failing to grasp what was happening, in the meantime Chad was urging Officer Collins to drive faster.  He needed to see Ella and fast.

"Wh..."  Sam's insistence for answers came to an abrupt stop as his mother gave in, screeching down the phone, "BECAUSE HE'S A RAPIST!  He raped Autumn, Brooklyn's Mom, he raped me and I kept quiet.  He is scum.  The ONLY good thing he has EVER done is give me you and your sister!"

For the first time in a while Sam was silent.....

Inside his head a maelstrom of notions played out.  Brooklyn's Mom?  Autumn?  He did what?  When? How?  Mom?

Why had this been kept from him.  He'd have never gone near Brooklyn if he'd have known.  He'd have broke up with her.  How much must it have hurt poor Autumn to see the son of the man who hurt her so much even touch her daughter.  Autumn never showed anything but love to Sam and Louis but right now Sam felt both he and his son were tainted.  Rapist's blood.

"I am so sorry Mom...I didn't know..." he mumbled.

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The car pulled up right outside Sam's house.  An ambulance was there tending the injured woman on the ground.  Officers were pushing an older man into the back of a patrol car.  Half the neighbours were watching from a relatively safe distance as Rick and Autumn looked on, bewildered on the lawn.  Officer Collins got out to appraise the situation as Sam began to shout.

"Louis, Louis!  My son!  Where is he?  Is he okay?"

Thankfully, Rick had the good sense to locate the babe and bring him over to the car.  

"Ella!" shouted Chad, demanding to be let out.  Of course the car couldn't be opened from the inside and the officer had left the car unattended.  It was the simplest of things for Rick to open the car door.

And then pandemonium broke loose....

Chad ran to the ambulance, "Ella, Ella, it's my hon."  He dove to the back to see his beautiful innocent wife looking like she'd been hit by a truck.

"I'm okay baby," she said, wincing in agony as she tried to talk.  She reached out her hand for Chad, 

"I'm right here Ella.  Right here with you..." he replied softly.

Sam tried to hold Louis whilst still cuffed, "my boy, my boy.  My sweet boy.  Is he alright?" he asked Rick before the realisation hit him.

"I'm sorry Rick, I'm so very sorry for everything.  All the pain my family has caused you.  Where's Autumn?"

Before Rick could answer, Sam had passed Louis back to Rick and walked quickly over to a traumatised Autumn.

"I am so sorry," he said slowly.  "Every time you saw me you must have hated me.  I didn't know... honestly I didn't know..." 

Sam felt devastated, he was carrying the Sins of the Father on his back and then in the corner of his eye he saw him.

That grin.  That smirk which radiated from him was a foul cross between pride and hate.  Sam lost it.  The man he hadn't seen for a generation was looking at him like he was a 'chip off the old block'.  Father and Son cuffed together.  Sam ran over to the car screaming, "you fucking bastard.  You bastard.  I.  Am. Going. To. Kill.  You!" he yelled kicking the patrol car before headbutting the roof of the car before he was wrestled to the ground and dragged back into the car he arrived in.

Bleeding from his head Sam realised he had messed everything up.  From the sensitive boy who liked nothing more than singing sweet nothings to his darling Brooklyn, who was sensitive, never swore, never raised a voice in anger he was now descending into a personal hell, as emotions never felt before came to the surface.  I am my Father's Son.