No Clue

Frustration - Manipulation

Luke woke up in total darkness, feeling the depressive stage of the drug wearing off. He could feel every small movement of the vehicle, wondering what was happening to him. He felt the car come to a stop and closed his eyes, listening to Michael get out of the car and come Luke's way. The ball doors opened and Luke kept his eyes shut, not wanting to move ever again. A gentle hand landed on his shoulder and shook him awake, making him open his blue eyes and look up at his captor.

"C'mon, baby boy... we're home," Michael whispered. He pulled Luke up to sit flat while he untied the rope. Luke stared past him at the darkness outside. Michael grabbed the boy's bag in one hand and Luke's hands in the other, leading him out of the car. They stepped out into a dark garage, and Luke suddenly felt helpless again as a tear slipped down his cheek. "You're going to love it here... you'll see. This is where I first met G." Luke didn't say anything. He just followed Michael through the small house. He turned to look at Luke and smiled, dropping his bag and grabbing his other hand. "Come on, baby boy... give me a smile. We're home." Luke looked down quickly, unable to say anything in fear of what Michael would do. Michael sighed and turned around, leading him into a back room. He flipped on the light to show the small room. A twin bed sat in the center of the room, and other than a small dresser, it was empty. "This is our room, baby," he said, pulling Luke over to the bed and sitting down.

"O-our room?" Luke finally answered.

"Of course. I'm never leaving your side again," he whispered, grabbing Luke's hips and pulling him down to straddle himself as he laid on his back. "I'm going to show you just how in love we are..." Michael reached up and grabbed the back of Luke's neck, pulling the boy down to him and kissing him passionately. Luke cried softly and pulled away, shuddering softly.

"C-can I use the restroom?" He asked, sitting up. Michael just nodded on response and pointed over to the small door next to the closet. Luke stood quickly and hurried over, locking himself inside. He let out a deep breath combined with a sob before sitting on the edge of the tub and pulling his phone out. He saw that he had dozens of messages from his family, begging for him to tell them where he was. They had found the cabin in the woods, and it had been abandoned. Luke clicked on his dad's contact, noticing his phone was at 5% before putting his phone to his ear. He flushed the toilet and began running the sink to cover as noise.

"Luke?" His fathers voice asked frantically.

"D-daddy..." Luke sobbed into the phone, sitting on the edge of the tub again. "Daddy, I'm so scared..." he cried.

"Where are you, son?" Andrew asked, clutching onto every word his son said.

"I-I don't know... but I think Michael is going to r-rap-" suddenly his phone died and the call cut out. He stared down at it with tears in his eyes.

"Baby..." Michael called, knocking on the door. "Are you okay?" Luke stood up and hid his phone behind the sink, wetting down his hands and turning the sink off. He opened the door and found Michael standing there.

"I-I'm fine... we just don't have any towels..." he said, gesturing to his wet hands.

"I'm going to have to go shopping," Michael agreed. "This place hasn't seen much in years." He gestured for Luke to follow him into the hallway and opened up a cooset door. He pulled out a hand towel and handed it to the boy, before reaching up and grabbing a few blankets from the top shelf. A small cardboard box fell out from the top of the closet, exposing a but of miscellaneous cables, including a few phone chargers. Michael leaned down and picked them up, shoving them back into the closet before closing it.

"G had some weird shit," he muttered, walking back into the bedroom. He set the blankets on the bed and sat down. He looked up at Luke and smiled, patting the spot next to him. "I have something for you," he whispered as Luke sat beside him. He turned and faced the boy with a smirk on his face.

"W-what is it."

"This is your home now... I'm not going to tie you up like some animal. You can go anywhere in the house you want... but when I'm gone, I can't have you trying to run on me..." he stood up and walked over to the dresser, pulling something out the top drawer, he hid it from Luke as he walked back over. "Close your eyes," he whispered. Luke took in a deep breath before doing as he was told. He felt something cold latch around his neck and he gasped slightly, opening his eyes quickly as Michael secured it with a tiny padlock. "If you try to leave, it will tell me through my phone... it will also give you a bit of a shock... so as long as you stay, you'll be fine."

"W-why? Why do you have this? Why do I have to wear it?"

"My foster father made me wear it," he shrugged. "I don't ever want you to leave..." A soft tear slipped down Luke's cheek. He was convinced that this was the beginning of his execution.

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Ashton sat in his room, making new posters as tears streamed down his face. A soft knock sounded at his door and he looked up to see Calum coming in.

"W-why is this happening again?" Ashton asked. "W-why Luke?" He sobbed, hiding his face in his hands. Calum came over and pulled him into a hug. "He doesn't deserve this..."

"I know..." Calum whispered. "I-I don't know how he'll ever heal from this..."

"We can never tell him... about us. H-he can never know." Calum pulled away and looked down at his lap.

"I-I know," he whispered. "We can't ever be together..." Ashton nodded and looked down as well. He opened his mouth to say something before hearing a loud cry from downstairs. He jumped up and ran out of his room, seeing both Liz and Andrew crying.

"What happened?" Ashton asked as Harry and Lauren ran down as well. Anne began crying with Liz as Andrew took a deep breath.

"L-Luke called..." he said softly... "He called, and we couldn't trace it." Ashton turned to Detective Sangster who sat at the recording station they used to tap all of their phones.

"Why is this happening again? Why to him?" He asked. Thomas stood up and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I don't know... but I'm going to find him again. I promise you that I will and then this will never happen again. I'll make sure of it."