The sun beat down steadily over the small town of Hazzard County. The temperatures were still quite high although it was already late October. A bright orange stock car raced along the back roads of the town in a cloud of dust. Inside the car were cousins, Bo and Luke Duke. The sound of the powerful engine being the only thing breaking the silence that had consumed the car. Bo sat staring out the side window his eyes flaring with anger. Luke stared at the road straight ahead. His eyes showed a mix of emotions ranging for anger to worry. He hated fighting with Bo; they rarely ever fought even when they were little kids, however lately all they seemed to do was fight. Luke pulled the General to a stop in front of the Duke farmhouse. Bo climbed out of the window almost before the car had come to a complete stop. Luke climbed out moments after Bo. Jesse was standing outside feeding the chickens, he saw that both Bo and Luke looked angry. Bo stormed into the house, slamming the flimsy screen door shut behind himself.
    "What’s wrong with Bo?” Jesse asked.
    "What else, he is refusing to listen to reason.” Luke said, in an angry tone.
    "Luke just ease off Bo he is just having a rough time.” Jesse said.
Luke sighed. "I know that Uncle Jesse it’s just that . . .” Luke said his voice trailing off for a minute. "I am so worried about Bo.”
    "We all are.” Jesse said.
Daisy had been sitting on the couch reading a book when Bo stormed inside. She looked up from her book, as Bo walked past the couch, she could see the anger in his deep blue eyes.
    "Bo.” Daisy said, trying to get his attention as he walked past.
He continued to walk out of the room, as though he hadn’t even heard her. She sighed and got up from the couch to follow him to try to talk to him. Bo went into the bedroom that he had Luke had shared their whole lives, slamming the door shut behind himself. Daisy knocked on the door.
    "Bo, can I come in?” Daisy asked.
There was a moment of silence, Daisy sighed and decided to try one more time.
    "C’mon on Bo up this door.” Daisy said.
Again there was no response, Daisy felt a knot of worry form in her stomach, she turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door. Bo was lying on the bed, he sat up and looked at Daisy angrily. Daisy walked over and sat on the bed next to Bo, she gently put a hand on his shoulder.
    "What’s wrong honey?” Daisy asked softly.
    "Nothing.” Bo responded flatly.
    "Yeah right.” Daisy said. "Then why are you so angry now?”
    "Because, as usual Luke is on my case. Just like the rest of you. So why you just leave me the hell alone.”
Daisy stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself.
     Bo ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair, which over the past two months he allowed to grow to be shoulder length. Bo leaned his head back against the headboard of the bed, and closed his eyes, nobody understood his pain, not even Luke. Every night for the past two months Bo had dreams and nightmares about what had happened in the cabin in Bronson’s Canyon with Eliza, Bret and Darrel. Dreams he never told anyone about, figuring they either wouldn’t understand or they would laugh at him and tell him how childish he was being.  For the first months things hadn’t been too bad, but lately Luke, Jesse and Daisy had been on his case twenty-four hours a day and his nerves were wearing thin. They kept telling him that it would help to talk about what had happened, talking was the last thing Bo wanted to do. However, Bo didn’t find that to be the worst of his problem with his family, his worse problem lately he found was their nagging him about the pain killers. His left arm was still in pain, from when he had been shot, and every time he took a pain killer they kept saying things such as: He was becoming addicted to the pain killers. Though what he couldn’t see was that they were right, he had come to depend on the pain killers and even though he no longer truly needed them his body convinced his mind that he needed to keep taking them, imagining pain that really wasn’t there. Bo slid the bottle of painkillers out of his pocket, there was very few left, meaning he would soon have to go to get another refill. Bo twisted the top of the bottle and shook one of the red pills out onto his hand and put it in his mouth and swallowed. Luke walked into the room the moment Bo swallowed the pill.
Luke sighed. “Bo, you have to stop taking those. Can’t you see that you are becoming addicted to them?”
Bo glared coldly at his older cousin. “Don’t start in on that again Luke.”
     “Don’t you see what they are doing to you? You don’t need them anymore you have to stop taking them.”
Bo jumped to his feet and stood inches in front of Luke. “Stop telling me what to do.”
     “Look Bo, I am just concerned about you addiction is only a minor problem compared to what long term use of those could do to you.” Luke said, his voice filled with genuine concern.
     “I don’t need your concern so just get off my case.” Bo said.
Luke put a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “I am only doing this because I don’t want to see anything happen to you.”
Bo shrugged away from Luke. “That’s your excuse to everything ain’t it?”
     “What’s that suppose to mean?”
     “Since you “are” so smart, you figure it out.” Bo said, and went to push past Luke to leave the room.
 Luke grabbed Bo by the arm to stop him, spinning his younger cousin around to face him.
     “Get your hands off of me.” Bo said flatly.
     “Not only you say that you will stand there and listen to me.” Luke said.
Bo didn’t say anything, his anger rising inside of him.
     “Bo I am serious.” Luke said.
     “Yeah well I seriously don’t care.” Bo said.
     “That much is obvious. It is the dang painkillers, they have majority changed you personality.” Luke said.
Bo pulled away from Luke. “I don’t have to stand here and listen to you insult me. You don’t understand about anything that happened.”
Luke watched as Bo walked towards the door of the bedroom that they had shared since the time they had both come to live at the farm.
     “So why don’t you tell me.” Luke said.
Bo stopped his hand on the doorknob, seriously considering telling Luke about everything, Luke had always been there for him in the past, yet another part of him wanted to remain angry at his cousin, the latter emotion winning. Bo left the room, paying no attention to Daisy or Jesse, who were sitting at the kitchen table, as he stormed out of the house the screen door banging behind him.
     Luke walked out to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Jesse could see how troubled Luke’s pale blue eyes looked.
     “He just refuses to listen to reason Uncle Jesse, when I went in there he was taking another one of those dang painkillers.” Luke said.
Jesse’s concern for his youngest nephew was apparent, he sighed deeply. “We really just have to make him sit down and listen, perhaps if we all just sat down and had us a family meeting . . .”
Luke shook his head. “That wouldn’t do no good, Bo won’t listen. He just keeps drifting further away and getting more and more angry. I think he down right hates me.”
     “Now Luke I doubt that is true, Bo don’t really hate you, he just needs some help to see that he has a problem with the painkillers, he has to see eventually what they are doing to him, he has to know that he is becoming addicted to them.
     “No sir he don’t and he won’t. Right now Bo is too blind to see that and I doubt that is about to listen to reason.” Luke said.
     “Luke’s right Uncle Jesse.” Daisy said.
     “Perhaps we should think about checking Bo into a drug rehab facility.” Jesse said, as much as it pained him to make such a kind of suggestion.
     “He’d probably hate us forever if we did that. We have to help Bo ourselves.” Luke said.
     “We have been trying Luke, nothing works, you said it yourself he is getting worse.” Jesse said.
     “Yeah, we have to think about what is best for Bo.” Daisy said.
     “I don’t think that sending him away is the answer.” Luke said, unable to bear the thought of his younger cousin being locked away in some drug rehab place away from his family for who knows how long . . . weeks maybe even months.
     “I don’t like the thought of sending Bo away either, but I feel that it is the only answer to get Bo the help he needs.” Jesse said.
     “Bo might be angry at first but once he got some help for his problem he wouldn’t be, he’d see this is in his best interests, can’t you see that to?” Daisy questioned.
Luke shook his head. “I think Bo spent enough time away, I think being held “prisoner” before is half the problem he don’t need to go through that again.”
     “This is something completely different Luke, when he is there we can go and visit him.” Jesse said.
     “You talk like you already have Bo committed some place.”  Luke said.
     “It is for the best Luke.” Jesse said.
     “Don’t you think Bo should be involved in making such an important decision in his life?” Luke asked.
     “Bo is in no frame of mind to be making such an important decision.” Jesse said.
Luke stood up from the table and left the house. Jesse sighed but he felt that he was making the right decision, he walked over to the phone and started to make some calls to find a drug rehab place to send Bo.
     Luke spent the next hour walking along the stream that ran through the Duke property then returned to the house, he wanted to be there when Bo got home. He hated the idea of sending Bo away, and he knew Bo wouldn’t take to the news very well either. He knew that there was no way to talk his uncle out of sending Bo away and figured that he had already committed Bo to somewhere by now.
     Luke sat on the porch swing flipping through a NASCAR magazine, not really reading it. He couldn’t believe that Jesse had actually gone through with committing Bo to a drug rehab centre, and he knew that Bo wasn’t going to like the idea one bit. Luke though about the events that had happened only two months, Bo had been kidnapped while he was forced to commit crimes for the people that had him held captive or they claimed they would kill Bo. It had been a stressful time for everyone, and Bo never talked about anything that had happened when he was being held. Luke remembered thinking of the possibility that he would never see his younger cousin ever again, at least alive, and now the same thing could happen. Bo might never talk to any of them again for committing him into drug rehab, even though Luke was against he knew Bo would blame him just the same.
 Just as the sun was starting to set beyond the distant horizon, Bo arrived back at the Duke farm. Bo didn’t even look at Luke as he walked up onto the porch and went into the house.  Luke stood up and followed Bo into the house. Jesse and Daisy were sitting in the front room.
     “Bo, sit down.” Jesse said, motioning to the couch.
Bo mumbled something under his breath and walked over and dropped down on the couch. Luke walked over at sat down on the couch and looked at his uncle, wishing Jesse would reconsider his idea of sending Bo away.
     “Bo whether you want to see it or not, you have a problem.” Jesse said.
     “The only problem I have is y’all are always on my case.” Bo said.
Jesse acted as though he hadn’t even heard Bo. “And you need some help, help that we can’t possibly give you here.”
     “Just what is that suppose to mean?” Bo asked.
     “I made some calls and found a place that can help, Greenspond, it is in Atlanta.” Jesse said.
Bo narrowed his eyes. “And just what is Greenspond?”
     “It is a drug rehab clinic.” Jesse said.
Anger flashed through Bo’s eyes. “I don’t have a drug problem.”
     “Yes you do Bo. You are addicted to those painkillers.” Jesse said.
     “So you are just gonna send me away and forget that I ever existed.” Bo said.
     “That is not true and you know it.” Jesse said.
Bo jumped up from the couch and stormed down the hallway to his and Luke’s bedroom, slamming the door shut behind himself.
     “I told you that this wasn’t a good idea.  This is just going to create more problems.” Luke said.
     “It is the only choice Luke, Bo needs help.” Daisy said.
     “Being sent away ain’t gonna help him.” Luke said.
     “The arrangements have already been made.” Jesse said.
     “So, cancel them.” Luke said.
Jesse shook his head. “This is the only way that Bo can get the help he needs.”
Luke got up from the couch, knowing there was no point in arguing as Jesse’s mind was made up. He went into the bedroom, and saw Bo lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, even from where he was standing Luke could see the anger in Bo’s eyes. Luke walked over and stood between the two beds, Bo sat up and looked at his older cousin.
     “I suppose this was all your idea.”  Bo said accusingly.
     “No. Hardly, I tried to talk Uncle Jesse out of it.” Luke said.
     “Yeah right, I doubt that, just a few hour ago you were telling me that I had a problem.”
     “That may be but I don’t agree with Jesse’s answer to the problem.” Luke said.
Bo made a scoffing noise.
Luke sat down on his bed, facing Bo. “Trust me Bo, this was not my idea. Have I ever lied to you before?”
Bo shook his head.
     “Well then, why would I start now?”
Bo shrugged and turned away from Luke. He hated the fact that Jesse was sending him away to some drug rehab place, he had spent long enough away from home when he had been kidnapped.
Luke could sense how upset Bo was and could only begin to imagine how hard this was on Bo.
     “I’ll visit you as often as I can.” Luke said.
Bo didn’t say anything, he only sat on his bed staring out the window.
     A moment later Jesse came into the room.
     “C’mon Bo, let’s go.” Jesse said.
Bo reluctantly got off his bed and walked over to where Jesse stood. Luke followed the two of them out the door.  Daisy walked over to Bo, she had no idea of what to say to her younger cousin, she could see a mix of emotions in his eyes ranging from anger to hurt.
     “See you soon Bo.” Daisy said, giving him a quick hug and then ran from the room to her bedroom, not wanting anyone to see her tears, she was starting to wonder if this was really such a good to send Bo away.
Jesse, Luke and Bo walked outside and climbed into the old white pickup truck. Bo sat by the passenger side window, staring out. Jesse started the truck and drove away from the farm, Bo watched as the only home he knew faded from sight. The last night of the day vanished before they were even half way to Atlanta, and the whole trip was made in silence. Bo couldn’t believe this was actually happening, nobody understood about what had happened during the two days he was held captive or why he had really pretended to change sides, they didn’t understand and Bo felt they never would. He had thought at first that Luke had understood, but now he doubted that, and lately he was doubting Luke’s friendship, doubted his family truly cared about him. His whole world seemed to be crumbling around him and now it was coming crashing down as the drug rehab centre came into view.
     Greenspond was a large building on the edge of Atlanta, set far back in a small grove of trees. The building stood three stories high and was made out brown stone. Bo reluctantly climbed out of the truck and stood by the truck staring at the building, wondering how long he was going to be forced to stay away from the farm or if he ever would go back home. Bo and Luke followed Jesse into the building. Inside it looked like a normal hospital waiting room. A man wearing a long white coat walked over to them.
     “You must be the Dukes. I am Dr. Edward Marx.”
Jesse shook the doctor’s good, then grabbed Bo by the wrist and pulled him forward. “This is Bo.”
     “Nice to meet you Bo.” Dr. Marx said.
Bo said nothing, even when Jesse poked him on the shoulder. Bo stood quietly with his arms folded over his chest. He was angry at his uncle for doing this to him and wondered if Luke was telling the truth about being against the idea.
     “Let’s go into my office and talk.” Dr. Marx said, then led the three Dukes to his office.
Dr. Marx handed Jesse a small pile of papers. “I need you to sign these, they are just for getting Bo checked in.”
Jesse signed all the papers, without even reading them.
     “Regular visiting hours are from one until three, though we allowing no visitors for the first week, just give the new patient time to settle in.” Dr. Marx
     “I don’t want to be settled in.” Bo said.
Jesse looked at Bo sternly.
     “Well I don’t. I don’t like it here already.” Bo said.
     “Just give it time.” Jesse said.
     “Bo is right . . .” Luke started to say, but Jesse cut him off.
     “Don’t you start in too Luke.” Jesse said.
A flicker of anger flashed through Luke’s pale blue eyes. “Yes sir.”
     “Don’t you worry none Bo, once you get settled in I am sure that you are going to like it here.” Dr. Marx said.
Bo stood beside the doctor watching his family leave, already hating being at this place.
     “Come along Bo, I’ll show you to your room, and let you get changed.” Dr. Marx said.
Bo frowned but said nothing, following the doctor down a long hallway.
Dr. Marx led Bo to his room, Bo looked around the room and frowned. The walls were a dull blue, and the floor was linoleum tile. The room was quite small, only bout seven-foot square, Bo figured. The only piece of furniture was a bed, which sat against the far wall.  On the bed lay a two piece outfit, which looked like hospital clothes, which were dark blue.
    “Get changed and then I’ll put your clothes away, you can have them again when you check out.” Dr. Marx said.
Bo still remained quiet, and once Dr. Marx left the room he got changed, then went to the door. Bo opened the door and handed his clothes out to Dr. Marx.
     “Okay, now just get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Dr. Marx shut the door and Bo could hear the click of the lock. Knowing that he was locked in the room, Bo walked over to the bed and laid down. Very little light flitter through under the door, so for the most part the room was in complete darkness. Bo sighed as he pulled the thin cotton cover over his body. The room was in silence, as unbeknowance to Bo the walls were sound proof. Bo closed his eyes and his mind began to drift back to the last time he was being held prisoner, thinking this was almost the same thing.
     The two days, almost three had felt more like two weeks, they were the longest two days of his life. It had taken his system quite a while to rid itself of the intentional drugs they had given him, but there was still trace amounts which left him groggy for the most part.  He recalled sitting awake all night long thinking about his family and wondering if he would ever see them again, a question he was wondering about once again. His wrists burned from the ropes had rubbed against him, before he gave up any hope of escape. With everything that was going on Bo doubted that he would ever escape alive, he knew even if Luke obeyed their orders they would not hesitate to kill both of them, and he started to lose any hope of returning home, alive. When he lost that hope something inside of him seemed to die, with hope there is life, without hope there is nothing. He wondered how he had even managed to come up with a plan, he assumed it was due to the fact that Luke’s life was also in danger. Bo sighed as he thought about his so called plan, thinking how he had almost got Luke killed, while trying to keep him alive. The look of hurt and sense of betrayal in Luke’s eyes still cut him like a knife, Luke really believed that he had been betrayed. Bo wondered if Luke ever really started to trust him after that and Bo didn’t feel that he could ask. He also knew that if he pretend to fall for Eliza and change sides it meant no more pain, Bret and Darrel could no longer harm him as Eliza was in charge.
     Bo’s thoughts became jumbled as his mind drifted towards sleep. Like a blanket of darkness closing around him he fell into a restless sleep. The next morning came all to quickly, and Bo sat out in a common room, everyone all sitting or huddling in their own little corner. Bo sighed, he figured at least this way nobody would bother him. A doctor walked over to Bo, and Bo’s eyes widened at the sight of the needle. Bo pulled away from the doctor.
     “What’s in that?” Bo asked.
     “Just something to help you relax.”
     “I am relaxed.” Bo said.
     “Just calm down.” The doctor said motioning for one of the orderlies to come over.
The other man walked over, standing just under seven feet tall, with a large muscular build. He roughly grabbed a hold of Bo. Bo tried to struggle to get away, and the orderly struck him across the face. Bo rocked with the force of the blow and would’ve fallen off the chair if he wasn’t being held. The doctor quickly sank the needle into Bo’s arm, and the orderly let go off Bo.
     “You have to learn to co-operate around here Bo, insubordination will not be tolerated.  When you are told to do something you will do it, no questions asked. Discipline is strict.”
Bo only nodded, he was starting to feel light headed as though his thoughts were drifting far away, and his whole body felt comfortably numb. The doctor and orderly then walked away, leaving Bo sitting alone.
     Ten minutes later, someone else who was in the room walked over to Bo, the man appeared to only be a few years older then Luke.
     “My name Matthew Burgeon.” Matthew said shaking Bo’s hands.
     “Bo Duke.”
     “You are new here ain’t you?” Matthew asked.
     “Yeah. My family wanted to be rid of me.” Bo said.
     “Yeah I know that feeling.” Matthew said.
The two of them sat and talked for several minutes.
     “Don’t let them get you down kid. Just find something to hold on to and hold tight with both hands. There is a lot of things going on in this place . . . and over the past two years I have seen them all, I know the only way I will get out of here is through death.” Matthew said.
Bo looked at Matthew with puzzled eyes.
Matthew just smiled and gave a small laugh. “You’ll be fine kid, you sound like you have a cousin you will get you out of here once . . . well you’ll see I can’t tell you anymore then that.”
     “What was in the needle? Do you know?” Bo asked, he could still feel the effects of it coursing through his body.
    “No.” Matthew said, and then leaned forward to whisper into Bo’s ear. “They do drug testing here, to see what effects drugs have on the human mind and body.”
Bo was shocked, he hadn’t expected anything like that, and he couldn’t believe that his uncle had put him into such a place.
     “You seem like a good kid Bo, just don’t let them break you.” Matthew said.
A few more doctors walked into the room, singling the end of free time in the recreation room.
     “It’s time to get going.” Matthew said.
     “Will you be here tomorrow?” Bo asked, he found it easy to talk to Matthew, and even in this short of time he considered him to be a friend.
     “I don’t know.” Matthew said, though in the back of his mind he knew the answer.
The two of them got up to leave with the rest of the people who were locked away in Greenspond.
     “Bo, you seem like a good kid, promise me that you’ll take care of yourself.” Matthew said, in many ways Bo reminded him of his younger brother, who had died just shortly before he had been admitted to Greenspond.
Bo nodded. “I will.”
     Bo sat on the chair, his hand tied tightly behind his back. He knew the needles didn’t contain a sedative, but some unknown drug. He tried to fight back but only ended up tied to a chair and drugged anyway. The drugs seemed to have an odd effect on his mind, his thoughts spun incoherently, and every nerve in his body seemed to be alive with electricity.  Millions of colours of lights danced before his eyes. The hours seemed to fly past and before Bo knew it he was back in the small room, lying on the cold hard bed. Bo closed his eyes and wished that he was at home, he vaguely wondered if he ever was going to be able to go home again.
     The next day Bo stood by the window looking out across the yard, lost deeply in his own thoughts, when something, or someone rather, dropped in front of the window, having leapt from higher up. Bo could see the face of the person, who lie there dead, broken and bleeding, it was Matthew. Bo tried to scream but the scream seemed to catch in his throat. He recalled about what Matthew had said, thinking death was the only escape.
     “Matthew . . .” Bo whispered softly, moving towards the exit door, wanting a chance to say goodbye to the friend he had only known for a short time.
Doctor’s were already out there removing Matthew’s dead body. Bo felt a pair of rough hand grab him from behind and through him to the ground.
     “Let go of me.” Bo said, trying to struggle free but his attempts were in vain.
Darkness fell over his mind as he was injected with the needle, and his limp body was taken back to his room.
     Over the next few days Bo was kept heavily drugged, he could barely retain consciousness for any length of time, and was starting to suffer for intense hallucinations. He was kept locked in the room, never being allowed out, the doctor was calling it solitary. Bo began to pull into a shell, shutting himself off from the outside world, not even speaking to the doctor.
     Bo laid down on the as the drugs started to take effect on his mind. Flickering lights of many colours danced in front of his eyes, flashing on the ceiling and flickering on the wall.  The whole world spun all around him. Shadows on the wall seemed to come to life, taking forms of hideous creatures all wanting to attack him and eat him, he feared that if he closed his eyes they surly would attack. Voices rang out in his head he could hear his family all making fun off him telling him that he could never come home, which was all he wanted to do, he wanted nothing more then to return to the safety of his own home.
     Days passed by slowly and finally the day came when his family could come to see him. Luke and Daisy sat outside the door to the doctor’s office, while Jesse talked to Dr. Marx.
     “How’s Bo doing?” Jesse asked.
     “He has become withdrawn and he refuses to come out of his room.” Dr. Marx said, the last part being a lie, Bo was forced into staying in the small room.
Jesse sighed. “So he is not improving at all yet?”
     “It’ll take time. We have had many cases just like him, they usually come around.” Dr. Marx said.
     “Do you think there that Bo will?” Jesse asked.
     “I don’t know. I think he still refuses to admit that he has a problem and until he does that there is really nothing that we can do to help.” Dr. Marx said.
     “Can we go in and talk to him?” Jesse asked.
     “Yes, I’ll take you to his room.” Dr. Marx said.
The three Dukes entered the small room that Bo was in. Luke immediately noticed how pale Bo looked and he noticed an almost haunted look in Bo’s dark blue eyes.
     “Hey Bo. How you doing?” Luke asked, stepping over to his younger cousin.
Bo looked up at Luke but didn’t say anything. He sat looking at Luke for a moment and then turned away. His mind not sure if his family was really there was if he was hallucinating, any more his mind couldn’t decipher what was real and what was not.  Luke sat down on the bed next to Bo and put his arm around Bo’s shoulders
     “Aren’t you even going to say hello?”
     “I want to go home.” Bo mumbled softly.
     “You can’t go home yet.” Jesse said.
Luke felt Bo cringe when Jesse told him he couldn’t go home. He had a strong gut feeling that they should just take Bo home, something about this place was not right and seemed to be doing more damage to Bo then helping him.
     “Do you want to go out into the other part to talk?” Luke asked.
Bo didn’t respond, he wanted to leave the room, but knew that he wouldn’t be allowed. Daisy couldn’t stand to see her younger cousin this way and turned and left the room, to wait for Jesse and Luke.
     “Are you even going to talk?” Jesse asked.
Bo didn’t say anything, he just kept his head hung down staring at the floor.
     “Listen Bo you can’t just sit there and not say anything. Snap out of this.” Jesse said, his voice firm.
Still Bo said nothing, Jesse gave up and turned and left, it broke his heart to see Bo like this. Luke remained sitting beside Bo.
     “C’mon cousin, you can’t stay this quiet for the rest of your life, talk to me.” Luke said.
Bo raised his head and looked at Luke. “I want to go home.”
Luke sighed. “I know you do Bo, but Uncle Jesse thinks it’s best if you stay here a while longer to get some help.”
Luke saw a look of pure fear flash through Bo’s eyes, and he wondered just what it was about this place that scared Bo so much.
     “Have you ever even left your room? Try to make some friends here.”
Bo bit back the tears he felt building up inside of him as he thought about the one friend that he had made while he was here. He wanted to tell Luke about what happened but he couldn’t find his voice. He thought about what Matthew had told him and realised that he had broke his promise, he had allowed this place to get to him, to break his spirit and that he was unable to take care of himself. All these thoughts spun through his head in a matter of seconds yet he couldn’t voice them, even though he desperately wanted to talk to Luke. Instead he just broke down and cried, allowing the tears to flow for his dead friend. Luke put his arms around Bo, allowing his younger cousin to cry on his shoulder, reminding him very much of when they were kids and Bo would have a nightmare or when their old dog Blue died.
     “It’s okay Bo. Everything is going to be okay.” Luke said softly.
Bo cried for several minutes, until he had no more tears left to cry and exhaustion began to settle over his mind. Luke stood up and allowed Bo to lay down on the bed.
     “I have to go now Bo, but I promise to be back as soon as I can. Perhaps next time you’ll feel more like talking.” Luke said, and turned to leave the room.
After Luke left the door was once again locked. Bo closed his eyes and allowed sleep to slip over his mind.
     Luke joined Jesse and Daisy in the waiting room, and they began to talk as they left Greenspond.
     “Did you have any luck getting through to him?” Jesse asked.
Luke shook his head. “Not really. All he says is that he wants to come home.”
     “He needs help, and that is help that we can’t give him, help he can only get here.” Jesse said.
     “I don’t know . . . he seemed worse.” Luke said.
     “He was just more quiet, I really wouldn’t call it any worse.” Jesse said. “I think we should just leave him be for a while.”
     “I don’t think that is a good idea. I am coming to see Bo as often as I can.” Luke said.
     “No you aren’t.” Jesse said firmly.
     “I don’t care what you think is best for Bo, I know him better then anyone and being locked in there alone is not helping him at all.” Luke said.
     “Just get into the truck Luke.” Jesse said.
     “Fine.” Luke said, climbing in next to Daisy, who was already in the truck not wanting to listen to her cousin and uncle fight any longer, Luke slammed the truck door shut.
Jesse sighed sadly and got into the truck, he knew how hard this was on the whole family. They drove back to Hazzard not speaking another word.
     Bo sat on the bed feeling completely alone, he felt as though he had nobody in the world nobody cared about what happened to him. He started to believe that Matthew had the right idea, to just take his own life. Take his own life to end the pain to end the heartache.  Dr. Marx walked into the room, carrying a large needle, filled an icy blue liquid.
     “No more needles.” Bo mumbled.
     “Just be quiet Bo.” Dr. Marx.
     “No.” Bo said defiantly, his spirit was long since broken but he still refused to willing be subjected to the drug testing that was going on.
Dr. Marx frowned and took a step towards Bo. Bo swung his fist, narrowly missing the doctor. Dr. Marx punched Bo in the jaw, hard enough to knock him from the bed and to the floor. Bo rubbed his jaw, and didn’t see the doctor coming at him again. Dr. Marx pinned Bo against the bed and sank the needle into Bo’s arm. Bo’s body stiffened as the drugs began to take an instant effect on his body. His body began and tremble and felt as though he was standing naked on a cold December night in Alaska, even though his body was burning with a fever. Bo’s vision was blurred and unfocused colours, some that seemed so new that if Bo could ever recall the colours he wouldn’t be able to say what they were. Dr. Marx stood watching Bo for several minutes, watching the young boy pull into a fetal position as his whole body became racked with pain. Dr. Marx then turned and left the room leaving Bo laying alone on the cold hard floor.
     After many hours the next day arrived, and for the first day in a long time, Bo was allowed out of his room. He sat near the window staring outside, his body still feeling numb for the last drug that he had been given. Bo wasn’t even aware of Luke approaching him and jumped when Luke put a hand on his shoulder. Luke noticed the bruise on Bo’s face.
     “What happened?” Luke asked, his voice filled with obvious concern.
     “I fell.” Bo mumbled softly.
     “Yeah, you really gotta watch out for that knuckle linoleum.” Luke said sarcastically. “How are you doing?”
Bo looked at Luke for a moment. “I want to go home.”
Luke sighed. “Besides that, how are you?”
Bo only shrugged, but Luke could read the truth in Bo’s eyes as clear as though he had spoken, he wasn’t doing very well, this place was destroying him. Luke noticed a needle mark on Bo’s arm and frowned. He wondered what they were giving Bo, the whole point of Bo being here was to get him off of drugs.
     “What are they giving you Bo?” Luke asked.
Bo only looked away from Luke, he doubted Luke would believe him, thinking back to when he had pretend to work for Eliza and how Luke truly believe that he would double cross him and there was no trust. He figured even if Luke believed him Luke would do nothing or be unable to and these people would only cause him more pain. Luke stayed with Bo until visiting hours were over not wanting to leave his cousin alone, even though the two of they didn’t say an single word the rest of the time.
     Luke returned home and decided to voice his suspicions to Jesse about what was going on, thinking that perhaps then Jesse would remove Bo from Greenspond. Jesse was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when Luke got home.
     “Uncle Jesse we really need to talk.” Luke said.
     “About what?” Jesse asked.
     “About Bo. I think we should take him out of there that place is doing him no good . . . and I don’t think they are exactly legit.” Luke said.
     “What makes you say that?” Jesse asked.
     “Because he had a bruise on his jaw. He claimed he fell, but it was obvious that someone hit him. And there was needle marks on his arm.” Luke said.
     “Are you telling me the truth, or are you making all of this up thinking that way I will take Bo out of there?”
     “It is the truth.” Luke said “I wouldn’t make something like that up.”
     “I some how doubt that. I know you are just trying to look out for your younger cousin but Bo is better off where he is.” Jesse said.
     “I don’t think so.” Luke said, having no idea just how right he was.
     “This discussion is over.” Jesse said.
     “Fine.” Luke mumbled and stormed out of the house taking off in the General.
     The next morning when Bo was allowed out the room he managed to get away unnoticed and make his way out a second story window. He walked along the narrow ledge for several feet and then sat down. He found once he was out there he couldn’t find the courage to actually jump but was far too afraid to go back inside. He could faintly hear Dr. Marx yelling at him to get back inside, but didn’t listen. Luke arrived shortly arrived Bo had walked out on to the ledge, and saw Dr. Marx walking down the hallway.
     “Where is my cousin?” Luke asked.
     “He is out on a ledge on the second floor, nobody can get him to come in. Perhaps you could talk to him.” Dr. Marx said, though he didn’t really care either way if Bo came in or jumped to his death.
     “Yeah.” Luke said.
Luke leaned out the closest window to where Bo was, still several feet away from his younger cousin.
     “Bo.” Luke called out to his cousin, but Bo didn’t even turn to look at him.
Bo just sat staring out across the landscape, wondering if Luke was really there or he was just imagining that he heard Luke’s voice.
     “Bo, get back inside before you fall.” Luke said, but Bo still didn’t respond. “Okay fine then cousin I am coming out there.”
Luke carefully climbed out the window and walked along the ledge and sat down next to Bo, putting his arm around his young cousin’s shoulders.
     “Okay now cousin, what do you think you are doing?” Luke asked.
Bo looked at Luke. “I don’t know . . . I thought I could jump but I am too afraid, but I think I am more afraid to go back in there . . . I just want to go home.”
     “What is there to be afraid of in there?” Luke asked, figuring this was the first time that Bo actually seemed willing to talk.
     “Everything.” Bo said.
     “Why don’t you tell me about it?” Luke asked.
     “Because you won’t believe me.” Bo said.
     “That’s not true.” Luke said.
     “What difference does it make, you won’t let me go home.” Bo said.
     “Bo . . . just tell me what is wrong, what drove you to this.” Luke said.
Bo took a deep shuddery breath and began to tell Luke everything that had been going on, while Luke sat an listened intently.
     “Oh lordy . . . why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Luke asked.
     “I was afraid.” Bo said.
     “You don’t need to be. If you told me sooner I would’ve got you out of here right away.” Luke said, giving Bo’s shoulder a firm squeeze. Bo leaned against Luke’s shoulder, trying hard not to cry, he didn’t want to cry in front of Luke. Luke could hear Bo choking back the tears.
     “It’s alright Bo, let it out if you have to.” Luke said softly.
Bo then broke down and cried tears of pain for several minutes, while his cousin held him protectively.  Luke carefully stood up and extended his hand towards Bo.
     “C’mon cousin, let’s go home.” Luke said.
Bo nodded and took his cousin’s out stretched hand and they walked back towards the window.
     “Oh good, I am so glad you could talk Bo into coming back inside.” Dr. Marx said, taking a step towards Bo.
     “Stay away from my cousin. I am taking Bo home.” Luke said.
     “Why would you want to do that?” Dr. Marx asked.
     “I think you already know the answer.” Luke said, then he and Bo walked away down the hallway.
     They quietly got into the General and drove away from Greenspond, back to Hazzard County. Nearly an hour later they pulled to a stop in front of the Duke’s farmhouse. Jesse and Daisy were both sitting in the front room when Bo and Luke walked in.
     “Just what is going on?” Jesse asked, his voice was edged with anger.
     “Please just calm down uncle Jesse, it is a long story.” Luke said.
Bo and Luke sat down on the couch and told Jesse and Daisy everything that had happened. Tears watered in Jesse’s eyes he couldn’t believe what he had force Bo to endure through, and blamed himself.
     “I am so sorry Bo.” Jesse said, getting up and hugging his youngest nephew.
     “It’s okay Uncle Jesse. I am just glad to be home.” Bo said, returning his uncle’s hug.
Daisy walked over to the couch and hugged Bo, having no idea of any words to say.
     The next day Jesse filed a complaint against Greenspond, a blood test relieved traces of the drugs still in Bo’s system. Greenspond was shutting down and all the employees were given a long sentence. Dr. Marx received life in prison for all his crimes.  Over the next month Bo returned to normal, with help from his family. He told Luke more about how he felt after he had been held hostage those days and everything that had happened to cause things to go as bad as they had. Bo made it by everything with the only thing he needed all along, the love and understanding of his family. “Love and Understanding are the best answers I’ve heard yet.” –“Blue Rodeo—“Love & Understanding””