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I love you Mama: Larkle

Farkle needed to go somewhere peaceful, so he made his way to Lucas' place. Climbing in through the window, sure he's never really done this at Lucas' place, but they do it all the time with Riley so what was the difference right? But as soon as he climbs into his boyfriend's room he can hear a woman's voice yelling. He's sure he's got the right place, and then he hears Lucas' voice which was the opposite of the woman's as he was using a calm tone.
"Mama, I told you I used that money for food otherwise we would starve."
"Stupid boy! That was my money and you spent it! I get food for you." The woman's voice spoke, harshness in her tone.
"No, you haven't done shopping in three weeks, I've barely been able to get food with my allowance that father gives me."
"Don't you mention your father to me! You're nothing like him, you fucking princess! You think I don't know what you fucking do, I do boy and you're lucky I haven't told your father."
"I already did."
Then there is a sound of glass shattering and some cursing from both parties. It was silent for a bit, where Farkle couldn't hear a thing before he sees the door open and in walks Lucas. There was a cut on his cheek and he had a busted lip. Farkle's eyes widened as he looked at the older male who seemed to on the bridge of tears.
Lucas looks back at his closed door before whispering 'I love you Mama' before he's covering his mouth with his hand. A few seconds later Lucas turned to look at Farkle. "Oh god, I don't need to be hallucinating on top of this." He mumbled to himself before going to stare at the wall in front of him.
"Lucas...Did...Did your mother do this to you?" Farkle asked as he moved in front of Lucas, lifting his hand up to remove Lucas' from his face and so that he could check out the cut. A frown forms on his lips as he notices a little piece of glass stuck and he gently removes it, his frown deepening when he notices that Lucas flinched. He places the piece of glass on the table by the bed. It's the silence that Lucas gives that tells him that yes; his mother did this to him. "She hit you with glass?"
"At least I'm not in the shed." The blond is trying to shrug it off as a joke, and pushes past Farkle to sit on his bed and pulling out a first aid kit.
"Oh my god, on that game night you weren't joking. You were being serious? Lucas, this is a big deal. That is abusive behaviour." Farkle spoke as he sat down next to his boyfriend, grabbing hold of the first aid kit. He opened the kit, and started to tend to the wound on Lucas' cheek. "We're going to a fucking motel or something. You are not staying here, not with your mother being abusive."
"She was drunk, that was all." Lucas replied with a light shrug of his shoulders.
"You do realise its lunch time right? She shouldn't be drunk right now. Lucas, answer me honestly, is she always like that? Always drunk?" Farkle asked as he finished up, placing a light kiss to his forehead.
The Texan was silent once again, and that just answered Farkle's question for him. The brunette stands up and goes over to the drawers and starts to pull out clothes. Telling Lucas to put them into a bag so that they can carry them easy and Lucas does quietly. They packed some of his clothes into a bag, with his school work and a few other things he would need. Other things, Farkle would buy later once they found a place to stay. They were halfway down the fire escape when Lucas started going back up, claiming he forgot something. He told Farkle to continue and he would meet him down there but Farkle was sceptical about it, scared he would go back up to stay there. Though, he goes down as Lucas goes up, it's almost five minutes later when Lucas jumps down with a, was that a guitar case on his back. Farkle never knew he played, though he's sure no one did. They then walk to find a nice hotel, and they found one that was two blocks away. Farkle books the room for a few weeks, and they head up.
After a few settling into the place, they're cuddling on the bed and Farkle's hand starts to wonder up Lucas' chest and that is when he winces. Frowning Farkle carefully lifts up the shirt to see a bruise that was pretty big on his stomach. "Holy shit! That...that looks a few days old. Lucas, you are not going back there to her. I won't let you, and I'll tell the others and they won't let you. Mr Matthews won't let you, Topanga, Katy they won't. Okay, we won't let her get to you. Okay, we're here for you. Oh....Don't cry."
Lucas was tearing up; a few tears falling down his face as he listened to his boyfriend tell him that he cares, that others do. It was all so much for him to take at once, the feeling of people really caring about him. "I'm sorry. I just...I've never felt this cared for in my life. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologise, okay. I love you, and I will protect you in any way that I can." Farkle replied, leaning in to give him a light kiss of which was returned before they resumed their cuddling until they fell asleep, only waking up to the sound of their phones going off. It was just their friends wondering where they were. So they went off to go meet their friends, and to tell them of what is to be going on with them so that they all could help.