Tribulation»Muke AU

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"Hey everyone, I'm-" he stopped mid-sentence and stared at Luke. Michael was looking from Luke's dad back to the blonde boy who was frozen in fear. Luke's eyes were wide and his father's showed flickers of confusion and red, hot, anger.

"What are you doing here? Liz, what the fuck is going on?" Andrew, Luke's dad, yells angrily. Liz stands up and slowly walks over to Andrew, looking worried and scared.

"Andrew, I-"

"Did you fucking invite this piece of shit over here? I told you years ago that I don't want this fag in my house!" Andrew is almost shaking with anger now. He stomps over to the table. Luke still hasn't moved, he's completely still, a look of terror clear on his face. His father pulls him out of his chair.

"I told you, you are not welcome here." Andrew has a death grip on Luke's shirt and is yelling in his face.

Michael doesn't know what is happening, he doesn't know what to do. Ben and Jack sit in their chairs, too afraid to stand up to their dad.

"Andrew please, leave hi-" Liz is cut off by Andrew spinning around and advancing on her.

"Shut the fuck up!"

It's not until he raises his hand to hit her when Michael reacts. Without thinking, Michael grabs Andrew's arm and pulls him away.

"Don't you dare fucking hit her." Michael says, almost as angry as Andrew is.

"Who the fuck are you? What makes you think you can tell me what to do, freak?" Andrew yells. Michael has figured out by now that this is Luke's dad.

"Hey, leave him alone." Luke speaks up suddenly. Andrew turns towards him.

"Did I say you could talk to me?" Andrews eyes are full of hate-fueled anger.

"U-um I-I-I-" Luke is frozen in fear yet again. Andrew grabs Luke's shoulder, fingers digging in.

"I told you not to come back, faggot! Nobody wants you here!" He brings his fist back and suddenly its flying towards Luke's face. Luke stumbles back from the impact and Liz gasps, trying hard to keep back tears.

Before Andrew can hit him again, Michael steps in, unable to stand back and watch.

"Hey, asshole, get away from him!" Michael yells, pulling Andrew away from his son. "I think you need to leave." Michael says it with so much venom in his voice that Andrew just blinks at him.

"You have no business in telling me to leave my own house!" Andrew screams, so close to Michael's face that he can smell the stench of what he last ate.

"Fine, we're leaving." Michael yells angrily as he takes Luke's hand and drags him out of the house. Michael is fuming.

"Here, I'll drive." The angry, red haired boy said to Luke. Luke nods and hands Michael his keys. Before he pulls out of the driveway, Michael adds,

"I don't want to leave your family with him..."

"They're fine now that I'm gone. He never hurts them when I'm not around." Luke mumbles as he leans against the window, holding his bruising face. Michael sighs and starts driving back to their apartment building.

Minutes later, Michael hears quiet sobs and he looks over at Luke to see his face scrunched up in pain. Luke hurts, but not because of the physical pain. He knew it wasn't a good idea to go there, he knew something would go wrong. Michael lays his hand on the crying boy's shoulder, glancing back and forth from the road to Luke.