Foster Kids Muke (Slow updates)

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Look who's back! This chapter is dedicated to _AllTimeMikey_ for being such an awesome person! And it's also dedicated to all the readers who have supported me! I love you guys so so much!
Luke's Pov btw
(Trigger warning. I'm sorry. I'm a fûcking bitch)
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"Who's here for Aron... And is there a last name?"
We all looked up to the doctor. He had kind blue eyes and short styled blond hair. We all stood up and walked towards him, Jude speaking up the most.

"How is he? Is he okay?"
Jude asked, I knew he was scared, you could tell from the look in his eyes, and we knew he was going no where. (Hehe.) We knew he would never leave Aron's side ever again.

"Yes, he is alright young man but we need a last name." The doctor said and Michael spoke up.

"He doesn't have one. He abandoned his old one." The doctor nodded and I look into Jude's eyes and he was staring at Michael with anger and hatred, he was staring at  him with looks that could kill.

"He... His last name is... It's Clifford." And right then and there, Jude pounced on him screaming and punching him to the point where he busted his lip and nose. I gasped and tried to tug him off but he pushed me away, Robbie grabbed ahold of me and whispered into my ear about it being alright.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM, HE HATES YOU!" Jude screamed. I almost cried at the way Michael nodded as tears fell out of his blood shot eyes, he just lay there letting Jude hurt him, almost like he was in surrender.

"JUDE! GET OFF OF HIM!" Robbie yelled setting me down and running towards him struggling to yank him off, Ed running to them to help. When did he get here?

"My babies!" Reda gasped running towards Michael and I, engulfing us in a hug, kissing our heads repeatedly. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and started to cry letting my feelings out. Michael started sobbing and saying how it was his fault, even if it wasn't. I looked up and saw Aron's dad speaking to the doctor.

"His last name isn't Clifford, I'm his father, his last name is Jonas." His dad said, I looked at Michael and he was staring knives through the mans body, and so was Jude, I slowly crawled to Jude and patted his back softly. He turned to me and gave me a sweet and sad smile, I returned one and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I smiled fondly and pulled him into my chest, Robbie kneeling down and wrapped his long arms around us.

*time skip*
We left the hospital two hours ago, Aron has a couple cracked ribs and multiple cuts and bruises. Michael stayed with him since we forced Jude to come home, it wasn't really our decision, his dad called and told us to bring him home. So now Jude is sleeping in his room while Robbie and I sleep in the guest room, I still can't erase the picture of Michael crying from my head. He looked so broken, like his whole world was just ripped from his grasp, he has such a soft gentle grasp on the world, almost like its a porcelain doll, beautiful but fragile. Warm arms wrapping around my waist pulled me from my trance, I looked to the side and saw Robbie holding my to his chest with a soft smile graced upon his lips.

"What?" I asked, and he chuckled shaking his head in the most adorable way.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... When you're thinking you have this sparkle in your left eye and the skin under your eyebrows turn pink," He whispered stroking my cheek softly, "and I love it." He whispered kissing my lips, it was sweet and gentle, it got heated after a while. My tummy felt like jello, and I couldn't help but fall in love with the feeling.
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Michael's P.o.v
I couldn't stand the bruises that littered his pale body, or the hickeys...no hickeys are made from love, the things littered on his neck are nothing. He looks so broken, and limp, why would his 'brother' do this to him... He looks dead... I softly stroked his cheek, he's so small and beautiful, why would anyone want to hurt him. Well, then again, why did I hurt him? Sure, I didn't mean to, but I still did, and I'll never forgive myself.