Lucas looked up as the door was busted down. He scrambled off the chest and under the nearby kitchen table to cower in fear. He'd seen this happen too many times to count. He knew what was coming: accusations, imprisonment, and a painful death. 

He shook as the officers surrounded him, one dragging him out. They reeled back in disgust upon seeing his face. 

"The fuck?" 

"What does he have on his face?"

"That shit is fucked up, man."

Lucas curled in on himself as he was handcuffed. He refused to stand. However, weighing only a hundred pounds soaking wet, he was easy enough to haul up and take down stairs.