No Clue

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Luke sat on their bed, waiting for Michael to leave for the store. While he was gone, he was going to call Detective Sangster - as lomg as he could find a charger for his phone.

"Okay baby boy... I'm heading out. Be good, I'll get you a special treat," he said, kissing Luke's cheek. "I'll see you when I get back... I love you." Luke looked down at his lap and nodded in response. Michael sighed and stood up, walking out of the house. Luke waited a couple of minutes before jumping into action. He went into the hallway and pulled down the box of cords, looking for a charging cable that matched his phone. He found a charger connected to a cube and smiled, hurrying into the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it behind himself, in case Michael came back. He grabbed his phone from it's hiding spot and plugged it into the wall above the bathtub, watching the charge screen pop up.

"Come on... hurry..." he muttered. The screen lit up and he smiled, unlocking it and finding the detective's phone number. He quickly dialed it and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Sangster," a voice answered.

"Detective," Luke whispered, sitting in the bathtub and closing the curtain. "I-I need your help... please help me," he began crying.

"Luke? Luke, is this you?" He asked gently.

"I don't know where I am. Michael brought me to th-this house..."

"Where is he right now?"

"He left for the store..."

"Can you get out?"

"N-no... he put this collar on me. It'll shock me if I try to leave..."

"Luke... is there anything you can tell me about the house? Anything he said about it?"

"Luke?" Michael called.

"H-he said it was his foster home... the first place he ever met G-"

"Luke, who are you talking to?" Michael asked, slamming against the door. Luke dropped his phone and jumped up out of the tub. He moved the curtain to hide his phone and charger before opening the door. "Who were you talking to?" Michael asked.

"M-myself," he said, looking down at the floor. "I was just talking to myself." Michael looked past him and gestured for him to walk out of the bathroom. "You're back early..."

"I forgot my wallet..." Michael said, picking it up from the dresser as Luke sat on the bed. "Don't do anything you'll regret, baby boy," he whispered,  sitting on the bed infront of him.

"I-I won't... I promise."

"You better not," he whispered, kissing the boy roughly. He pulled away and put their foreheads together. "I don't want to have to hurt you again..." Luke shuddered under Michael's harsh words, but nodded in response. He looked back up and leaned in, pressing their lips together. He knew that the only way he could survive was to play along to Michael's game.

"Don't be gone long?" He asked, putting his hands on either side of Michael's face. Michael smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"I wont." He kissed Luke's cheek before standing up and leaving the house. Luke hurried back into the bathroom and saw the phone call was still running.

"Detective?" He asked into the phone as he shut the door and turned on the sink.

"Luke... are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine... he didn't find my phone..."

"We can't track your call for some reason, Michael must be scrambling it somehow..."

"Please find me... I-I think he might kill me..."

"I'm not going to let that happen..."

"I-I have to go, before he gets back. I'll try to call you again..." before Sangster could respond, he hung up. Luke sighed and turned off the sink, unplugging his phone and hiding it in an empty canister under the sink. He opened the door and froze, seeing Michael leaning against the doorframe with a knife in his hand.

"That was a very short lived promise," he whispered.

"M-Michael..." He grabbed Luke by the wrist and threw him over to the bed. He stormed into the bathroom and pulled out the canister, grabbing Luke's phone.

"This is what you're hiding from me?" He shouted, walking over to Luke who was now sobbing. Michael straddled him as he yelled. "Do you know what you've done to us, Luke? They're going to come and take you away from me!"

"I-I-m sorry, Mikey," he sobbed, hiding his face. Michael threw the phone against the wall before he grabbed him by the shoulders violently.

"They're going to separate us, Luke! They're going to take you away just like they took G away! They're going to kill us!"

"Please don't hurt me..." Luke cried. Michael pulled a small key out of his pocket and unlocked Luke's collar, pulling it off and throwing it against the wall. He grabbed Luke's wrist tightly and pulled him into the garage, opening the backdoors of the SUV, and shoving him inside.

"I tried to treat you well. I tried to give you a home! You proved you couldn't handle it..."

"Mikey, pleas-"

"Shut up!" He shouted, slapping him across the face. "If this is how you're going to treat me when I'm nice to you, we're going to have to go back to our older methods..." he kneeled infront of Luke and began unbuttoning the boy's pants.

"N-no, please. Mikey, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Michael ripped off his pants and threw them outside before stripping him of his shirt and jacket as well. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a compartment and forced Luke to put his arms around a pole like the one in the other SUV. He cuffed his wrists together and jumped out of the car, grabbing something out of the garage. "W-what are you doing?" He asked as Michael tossed a cooler into the back end.

"Making you love me..." he jumped back up and pulled an IV bag out of the cooler, filled with the Bliss.

"N-no... no, please..." Michael came towards him and Luke kicked the bag out of his hand. It fell to the ground and broke open, sending the blue liquid everywhere.

"Dammit! What the fuck, Luke?!"

"D-don't make me into a druggie again... please." Michael slapped him again and grabbed another bag, hanging it up from a hook connected to the pole. He stuck the needle into Luke's arm and taped it down, releasing the drug.

"Do something like that again and I'll have no choice but to give you more." Luke writhed in pain as the drug took it's effect of him. Michael got out and slammed the door shut, getting in the front seat and driving off.

Life was no where near getting better for the Hemmings.