The Foster Kid

8

His eyes widened at the look of the extremly tall and broad shouldered giant resting his hand on Michaels petite arm, The smaller boy started to shake under lukes angry glare.

Luke noticed and his eyes softened a bit as he retracted his hand from Michael

"How did you get my jacket? did you steal it?" Luke didn't mean to come off as rude or jump to conclusions but the boy did look pretty torn and a bit, well...homeless.

"N-no I-I swear I didn't S-Steal it!" michael  proclaimed,eyes wide and breathing heavy. "T-They said y-you wouldn't n-need it,you can have it back i'm s-sorry!" He tried so hard to keep the tears from spilling down his red and snotty face that he didn't even realise lukes arms snake around the young boys waist in a comforting manner.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you..." Luke didn't know what to do or how to react but he remained calm as he kept on asking questions  "Who are 'they'?"

Michael let out a sniffle as he answered "M-Mr. Ashton and Mr. C-Calum" Lukes eyebrows furrowed,How did his parents know this boy? and why would they give him his jacket...

"How do you know my parents?" Luke had by now released the boy and stood in front of him, confusion clear in his eyes.

"M-Mr. Ashton is my e-english proffessor" Michael stared at his shoes so he wouldn't have to meet lukes eyes. He struggled a lot with eye contact, he thought it was too intimate in a way and  it was also a hell of a lot harder to lie someone straight to their face.

Luke decided not to push anymore and simply nodded his head in understanding although he had no clue what was going on. He would need to talk to his dads about this when he got home. 

But it seemed like he wouldn't have to wait until he got home after all. In the corner of his eye he saw Ashton moving towards his car and quickly called out for his father.

"Dad! come here for a sec" Ashton turned around to meet his sons eyes,but his focus quickly changed to a small pink haired boy by his side. 

"hey boys, I didn't know you knew each other" 

"uh,we don't... dad can I talk to you for a second?" Ashton furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but followed his son.

Luke stopped when he had some distance from Michael, He didn't want the boy to hear this conversation.

"Why is he wearing my jacket? Not that I mind or anything but why?"

Ashton let out a sigh, how the hell was he going to explain all that had happpened? he decided to keep the information to himself atleast for a while longer.

"I think he's having a bit of a tough time, the least I could do was to offer him some food and a jacket."

Luke looked over to the small boy and noted that he did look a little malnourished

"Wait, when did you give him food?"Ashton didn't really have a choice but to tell Luke about their encounter early this morning.

"I offered him breakfast after I...uh found him on a park bench this morning" Lukes eyes widened at the new discovered facts and suddenly felt really bad for grabbing him in such  a harsh way a few moments before.

"Oh... well what are you going to do now?"

Ashton let out a deep sigh as his son asked the question that had been bothering him the whole day.

"I honestly don't know, I'm not sure who to call... I mean i don't even know if he has a home,but why else would he be sleeping in the park??"

the eighteen year old saw the stress clear in his fathers face and he decided to help him with this odd situation.

"Well why don't you offer him a ride home? if he says no you can question him but if he says yes you can see for yourself." Luke was very proud of his idea, and Ashton was very proud of Luke.

The two shared a hug before Ashton returned to Michael and Luke headed towards his own car while waving bye to Michael.

Michael was stood in the exact same spot as they had left him, although the thought of escaping the two and run away had been very tempting.

"Sorry for keeping you here after school like this, let me make it up to you. I'll give you a ride home C'mon." Ashton startes walking towards his car not giving Michael any chance to decline, however he did turn around to face the boy when he stood by his car only to discover Michael dissapearing behind the school building.

Ashton mumbled under his breath but got into his car to go after the kid.

It didn't take long before he noticed the pink haired pre-teen slowly walking  along the sidewalk, kicking a rock or stopping to look at a flower on the side of the road. Anything to drag out the walk home. 

Ashton had parked the car once seeing the boy and followed him for a while(Not creepily but more of a "I'm concerned you might be homeless" kind of stalking) before letting out a breath of relief when they both stopped(Ashton a few meters behind) outside a house,Michaels house. However he quickly became concerned again by the way Michael was acting. His breathing had picked up and he seemed even more on edge than in the hallways of the school.

Michael stood there for a good ten minutes before slowly making his way through the front door. Ashton stayed outside of the house even more worried than before. 

he was just about to turn around when he heard a door being slammed and Michael came running out of the house tears streaming down his face, but the thing that made Ashton sick to his stomach was the red handprint on Michaels left cheek.

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I didn't really like this chapter but oh well... sorry for being so slow with updates but this capter just didn't feeel right. Please leave a vote and a comment it means the world to me when i see someone voted because i neverthought anyone would read this:)

Stay safe Babies<3