No Clue

Fall From Grace

Luke sat staring at the television in fear. Everyone else was still out at work or school, so he was at home alone. He had called his mothers multiple times, but neither had answered. He threw the remote across the living room and ran up the stairs, slamming the door to his bedroom and locking it as tears streamed down his face. He pulled his curtains shut and grabbed the baseball bat his dad had given him for his fourteenth birthday. Luke backed into his closet and shut the door, huddling in the corner and sobbing. He heard the door slam open downstairs and he froze in his place, feeling his breath hitch in his throat.

"Luke?" His mum called through the house. He couldn't move. Fear froze him in his place. "Luke!" She called, knocking on the door. "Baby, open the door..."

"Luke... son..." a man called. "Luke, you need to open the door. He curled up in a ball on the floor and began sobbing again as the door burst open.

"Luke! W-where are you baby?" Liz asked, starting to cry. "Andrew, where is he?"

"D-dad?" He asked through his sobs. He spoke so quietly he couldn't even hear himself. The closet door opened and Luke threw the baseball bat weakly in defense.

"Son, it's okay... I'm right here. It's just me..." Andrew sat in the closet beside his son and pulled him into a hug, letting him sob. "I'm not letting anyone get to you..."

"Luke?!" Anne's voice called through the house. She ran into the bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks when shs saw her wife's ex-husband. "Liz, what the hell is he doing here?" She asked.

"Come on, love," she replied, grabbing her wife's hand. "Let's leave them..." Liz pulled her out of the room, leaving Luke with his father.

"D-dad..." Luke whispered, trying to compose himself.

"It's okay, son... it's alright."

"D-daddy, he escaped," he said quietly. "He's coming to get me..."

"I'm not going to let him hurt you, buddy. I'm not letting him get you you." Luke sighed softly and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"I don't feel safe here anymore," he whispered, resting his head on his dad's shoulder. "I never feel safe here..."

"I know, son... I know."

"I want to go home with you," he said suddenly, looking up at the older man.

"What?" Andrew asked, brushing a strand of hair away from the boy's eyes.

"I want to go home with you... to England. I don't want to be here anymore."

"What about your mums and siblings?" Luke just shrugged in response.

"They don't know what to do with me. Mums have Lauren and Harry to look after still, and they don't need me around anymore just to screw them both up..."

"Oh buddy..." he hugged his son tightly. "I don't know if your mum and Anne will let you come back with me."

"I'm an adult now. It isn't up to them. It's up to you and me, dad." He sighed and nodded in response.

"I'll talk to them, son... but I can't make any promises." Luke nodded in response and sniffed, wiping his tears away. "Let's get you out of this closet, alright?"

"Wouldn't he the first time I did that, huh?" Luke joked. Andrew smiled and stood up, holding his hands out to his boy. Luke took his hands and allowed himself to be pulled up. Andrew pulled him into a hug and sighed softly.

"I love you Luke, you know that, right?" Luke just nodded in response.

"I love you too, dad..."

"C'mon. Let's go see your mums..."

~~~

Michael sat in the attic of a deserted home in the cul-de-sac of Luke's street. He stared out the dusty window at the house that was filled with people. Three cop cars were parked out front, and four others were patrolling the neighborhood. Luke's siblings were staying at their older brother's house, and Luke was in hysterics. He couldn't handle sitting and waiting for the man who tortured him to show up. Michael watched silently as the curtains to an upstairs room were drawn back. He smiled at the sight of Luke, shirtless. Hs wanted to get to the boy. Luke looked much healthier now than he did in Michael's care. The dragon scar was faint at the distance, but it still sat prominently on the boy's chest, along with the name carved beneath it. Michael's smile faded when another boy joined him in the room, a boy he had only seen once before as he fled from the hospital.

Calum.

He watched as the boys hugged eachother, feeling hatred boiling in his veins. He stood up and threw a lamp that sat in the piles of crap sitting around the attic. He froze when he heard something come from downstairs. He quickly hid under a pile of old blankets as the attic door was pulled open. A man climbed up the stairs and looked around with a flashlight.

"Those damn rats," he muttered, looking at the shattered lamp. He glanced around the attic and froze when he saw a streak in the dusty window. He stepped forward and touched the clean spot, looking out towards his neighbors' house. "Honey!" He called, walking back to the entrance and hurrying down the steps. He tossed the hatch back up into its place and Michael came out of his hiding spot, brushing a spider off of his shirt. He went back to the window and saw the man and his wife leaving the house and rushing over to a police car.

"Shit..." Michael muttered. He ran to the hatch door and kicked it open, climbing down quickly. He ran to a bedroom and opened the window, climbing out quickly as the frontdoor slammed open. Michael climbed down the side of the house and hurried next door. He looked up at the Hemmings house and saw Luke in the livingroom, surrounded by his family and police officers. Michael hurried over to the shed and let himself inside, hiding out. He found a locked box and carried it up to a ledge where he sat hidden from view. He used a loose screwdriver to force the box open, feeling a smile slip onto his face when he saw what was inside. He pulled out a small black pistol and checked to make sure it was loaded. He stayed hidden in the shed for hours, waiting for the chaos to die down - waiting for his chance to get to Luke.

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