Changed By Love.

Chapter One.

Lukas's P.O.V.

I sat in my room with my legs curled to my chest on my bed. Lately I've been feeling a bit sicker, to be honest. It's nothing, though, I've told myself to get over it. It's making me weaker however, and weaker me, means vulnerable me, clumsy me. Sometimes, my eyes go blurred at certain times and stay that way for a while. I usually rest when that happens so it doesn't affect me too much. Right now, I was just resting against my bed with my eyes blinking open and close. I wasn't really tired, though, just trying to get the pain out of my head. It isn't working however, every time I move my head it's a burning sensation in the back of my head. I grunt in annoyance and sigh as I move up into a sitting position, crossing my arms over my chest as I let out small breaths. I heard the sound of a door opening and my eyes avert upwards into my mothers. She looks at me with her hazel eyes and she steps forward into my room, softly shutting the door behind her as she looks back at me. My eyes question her, and she crosses her arms over her chest as her voice fills my ears. 'How are you feeling..?' I glare at her and shake my head, telling her to not even bother. She sighs and looks me dead in the eye before continuing. 'I... Lukas, I need you to get up and pack a few things away. Just your important things.' I look at her with my eyes darkened. 'What do you mean, pack my important things away, mother?' She looked at me in sorrow before itching her arm as she talks, 'Your, being sent away, Lukas; I'm sending you to live with a male by the name of Grayson...' I shove my blankets off me and onto the ground as I shoot up, ignoring the inching pain in my stomach and head. 'WHAT THE HELL?! YOU CAN'T SEND ME AWAY, MOM! I'M NOT TRASH!' I yell out and wince at the pain in the back of my head, her soft voice fills my ears. 'I don't have much of a choice, Lucas! Look, I was searching your computer and I found out some things, Lucas. And you are into this so I decided to send you to someone who might can deal with your disrespect... I want my son back, Lucas. I want my sweet baby boy back. And this might help me get him back. So pack a few of the things you want, not including clothes. Right now.' I sigh and rub my temple in anger and worry. Who is this guy? Is he dangerous? Will he hurt me? I slowly nod at her, not wanting to argue anymore, only for the sake of my headache. She silently leaves my room with a shuffle and closes my door behind her. I sink back onto my bed and rub my forehead again, as I look around my small room. It really is nothing, my room contains a bed with only a sheet and pillow, a small dresser beside my bed, with a desk and a chair on the other side. We are a poor family, have always been and probably always will. I wonder if this Grayson guy is rich... Huh, maybe I'll be in a wealthy household instead of a dump. A smile overtakes my face at the thought but I let it fall as quick as it comes. I decide to get dressed nicer, the only thing I'm wearing right now is grey sweatpants and a shirtless torso. I walk to my small oak dresser and open one of the compartments, pulling out a pair of boxers. My next compartment is full with shirts and pants. I select a nice pair of black jeans, the nicest I have. I then sift through my shirts and try my best to find an okay tee. I pull out a grey plain denim t-shirt and shrug before putting them on my bed and pulling my shoes out from under the dresser.

I strip off my sweatpants and throw them somewhere, mindlessly. After I put on the clean pair of underwear, I'd pick up the t-shirt and grab ahold of the hem and pull it over my head, fitting into the sleeves. After I finish adjusting the shirt to my liking, I pull the pants up off the bed and fit my feet into the holes before pulling the jeans up and over my waist, zipping them up. I then put on the socks I laid out and push my feet into my shoes, tying them up and then ruffling my hair a bit to get the finished look. When I was ready, I grabbed my backpack and looked inside. A few notebooks with two pencils and some markers filled it. I enjoy drawing often, especially when I feel alone and sick. I zipped it up, it's all I need, and then pull it over my shoulders. I opened my door to my bedroom and then looked back one more time to the room I called my own. A sigh escaped my lips as I cascaded down the stairs, finding my way into the livingroom. My eyes caught the two people in the room, my mother, and then the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my life, with his slightly short glowing brown hair and hot brown eyes. His looks had me stunned, but I refrained from running up to him and taking his beautiful, majestic face into my hands.