Title: Life On The Road
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG
Summary: Luke finds himself in trouble
Characters: Luke, Lily, Damian
Genre: AU, Drama
Warnings:
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Author Note: In this fan fic, I have switched the roles so that Noah is Holden biologically son along with Aaron. They live at the farm with Emma. Luke lives with Lily, Damian and his little sister Isabella in New York.

It was raining and soon it would be dark. He wondered around, aimlessly, trying to figure out where he could sleep.

He was cold, soaked to the bone. He coughed and it felt like he was coughing his lungs up. He shivered from the cold and coughed again. His feet were sore and he was pretty sure that he had sprained the left one when he tripped over a rock a week ago.

Nobody bothered to stop and ask if he was ok, they just kept walking like nothing had happened, like nobody had seen him.

He had been on the road since his parents kicked him out six months ago.

Since he told them that he was gay.

They had always said, that he could come to them with everything – what they failed to mention was `unless your gay, because then you are no longer our son´.

He looked down at his clothes. They were dirty and there were holes in it. There were a hole in his shoes and they were literally failing apart.

He thought back to that day, when he had told them. He had been scared to tell them, because he was afraid that they wouldn´t understand, didn´t want him as their son anymore.

`Guess the jokes on me,´ he thought to himself and felt the tears sting in his eyes. He felt a momentarily anger washed over him, anger towards himself because he couldn´t stop thinking about them.

Wondering if they ever thought about him, maybe even wanted him back.

If they didn´t want anything to do with him, then he didn´t need them in his life.

"Umm … Mom, dad … can I talk to you?" he asked as he nervously looked down at his shoes.

"Sure honey, what is it?" His mother had said and put her book on the coffee table. His father looked up from the newspaper he had been reading.

"What is it son?" His father asked when he didn´t say anything, "you know that you can anything to us."

"I´m … I´m gay," he said in a voice just above a whisper. He wasn´t sure that they had heard him, but then his dad suddenly stood up and yelled: "You´re what?"

"I´m gay," he said a little louder and raised his head to look at his father. He could see his mom out of the corner of his eye. She sat there, mouth gaping open and looking shell shocked.

"No son of ours is gay," he dad yelled and stood in front of him. "You are not my son. Get out," he yelled and he could see the anger in his dad´s eyes.

"But dad …" he started, thinking that this had to be a dream. "I said, GET OUT!" His dad yelled again and shoved him hard in the chest. He managed to stay on his feet and turned towards his mother.

"Mom," he said with tears in his eyes. But before he could say anything else, she stood up, looked at him and walked out the room, never looking back.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his right arm. He looked down and saw his dad squeezing his arm. He dragged him to the front door, opened it and shoved him out. His dad slammed the door in his face and he could hear the lock being turned.

His growling stomach drew him out of his thoughts. He hoped that by some miracle he would get some food tonight. He felt the hunger eat away at his insides, he hadn´t eaten in the last two days.

He had spent many nights wondering what his parents had told his sister Isabella. He wondered if he would ever see her again, but she was only 8 years old, so he doubted it.

He knew that his parents would never agree to that. He just wished that he could have said goodbye to her, told her that he loved her one last time.

A sudden wind brought him out of his thoughts and he felt the chill all the way to the bone. More than anything he wished that he had his jacket or just some dry clothes.

He had decided to go to Chicago. He knew that his grandmother lived there and he had thought that maybe she would take pity on him and take him in. They had always been really close, but the closer he came to Chicago the more he thought against it.

What if his grandmother also didn´t want anything to do with him? Kicked him out like he was yesterday's trash? So instead he walked around in a town called Oakdale.

It was a small town a little outside Chicago; he figured that he would find a job and find an apartment. He looked down at himself. `Who are you kidding?´ he asked himself.

`Nobody in their right mind is going to hire me.´ He thought to himself and felt his heart slump even deeper into his stomach.

He looked up and saw a barn. He limped inside as quickly as he could and felt the warmth almost hugging him, trying to warm him up.

He heard something move and looked around and saw 6 horses standing in the barn, watching him. He found an empty stall and limped inside and collapsed into the hay.

Closing his eyes he was soon asleep. Dreaming about what his life could have been like.