As Luke focused more on his training and playing football, Jake began to feel lonely and left out. He loved watching Luke play, but he missed having him around and he couldn't help feeling jealous of the time and attention that Luke was giving to the game.

One day, Jake couldn't hold it in anymore. He threw all of his emotions at Luke, telling him how he felt neglected and forgotten.

"You're always so busy with football, you don't have time for me anymore!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with anger and sadness. "I feel like I'm all alone here, why you adopt me?"

Luke was taken aback by Jake's outburst, and he tried to calm him down and reassure him that he still cared about him. But Jake was too upset to listen, and he stormed out of the house, running away from Luke's comforting words.

When the match day arrived, he woke up feeling sick with the flu. Jake felt guilty for causing the situation, and he apologized to Luke for his actions.

"What should I do now?" Jake asked, his voice full of concern. "Your teammates must be angry at you for missing the game."

Luke smiled weakly and reassured Jake that everything would be okay. "They'll understand," he said. "I'll just have to make it up to them in the next game. In the meantime, I need to focus on getting better and getting back on the field as soon as possible."

---

As the days passed, Luke's health slowly improved and he began to feel stronger. He decided to bring Jake along with him everywhere, so he wouldn't be alone and could continue to support him.

When they arrived at the team base, Coach John was waiting for them, and he was furious. He confronted Luke, shouting at him and throwing him to the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled. "You missed the last game and now you're bringing this kid with you everywhere? You're a professional, for god's sake! You need to focus on the game, not on some adopted kid!"

Luke was overwhelmed, and he tried to explain the situation to Coach John, telling him about Jake's status and his own desire to be there for him. But Coach John was unimpressed, and he continued to swear at Luke, telling him that he was wasting his time and talent on someone who wasn't even his real family.

This made Luke more angry than he had ever been before. He stood up, his fists clenched, and he began to fight back.

At the end of the confrontation, Luke was no match for Coach John and his anger. His arms and legs were bruised and his new glasses were broken, and he knew that he had lost the battle.

But as he lay on the ground, defeated and battered, he knew that he had won something much more important: he had stood up for what he believed in and he had defended Jake, the boy he had come to love as his own.

Luke stood up and grabbed Jake's hand. "Come on," he said, his voice firm. "Let's go have some fun. We don't need this place or these people. We have each other, and that's all that matters."

As Luke drove home, he was still angry and upset about the confrontation with Coach John. He drove recklessly, ignoring Jake's pleas to slow down and pay attention to the road. Jake was terrified, feeling like he was in the car with a devil-possessed Luke.

Finally, Jake couldn't take it anymore. He knew that he had to do something to stop Luke before it was too late. So, he reached out and grabbed the steering wheel, yanking it to the side and pressing the brake with his feet.

Luke was shocked by Jake's sudden action, and he froze in place as he realized that he had almost hit an old lady who was crossing the street. Jake grabbed Luke's big body and climbed into the driver's seat, determined to get them home safely.

Even though he was only 15 years old, Jake was a skilled and confident driver, and he navigated the car safely through the busy streets. Luke remained frozen and speechless, still in shock from the near-accident.

When they finally arrived home, Jake parked the car and turned to Luke. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. But Luke still didn't speak, and he remained frozen in place.

Jake continued to shake Luke's shoulder and speak to him softly, trying to get him to snap out of his trance. He was worried about his brother, and he knew that he had to do something to help him.

As Jake spoke, he could see a flicker of recognition in Luke's eyes, and he knew that he was getting through to him. He continued to talk to him, reminding him of all the good times they had shared and the bond of brotherhood that they shared.

Slowly but surely, Luke began to come back to himself, and he wrapped his arms around Jake in a hug. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to put you in danger or make you feel scared. I just let my anger get the best of me, and I'm sorry for that."

As soon as Luke realized that Jake had been driving the car, he freaked out. He couldn't believe that the 14-year-old boy had been behind the wheel, and he was filled with worry and guilt for not paying attention to the road and putting Jake in danger.

"Oh my god, Jake," he exclaimed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I can't believe you were driving. You're only 14 years old! You're not even old enough to get a driver's license!"

Jake looked at Luke, his expression calm and reassuring. "It's okay, Luke," he said, patting his brother's arm. "I knew what I was doing. I've been practicing for a while now, and I'm a pretty good driver. I just wanted to make sure we got home safely."

Jake led Luke to the bathroom and helped him wash his bruised arms. As he tended to his wounds, he whispered soothing words of comfort, telling him to breathe slowly and let his stress go.

As he worked, Luke suddenly spoke up, his voice choked with emotion. "You know what, Jake? I feel like you're like my mother. She used to take care of me when I was little and make sure I was safe and happy. And you do the same thing for me now. You're the best little brother a guy could ask for."

Jake was touched by Luke's words, and he felt a surge of love and pride for his big brother. He knew that Luke had been through a lot in his life, and he was grateful to be able to support and care for him in any way he could.

As Jake finished cleaning Luke's wounds, he pulled him into a hug and held him tightly, letting him cry and let out all of his emotions.

Night came, and Luke found himself lost in thought, his mind full of confusion and uncertainty. He didn't know what to do next, and he felt like he was stuck in a rut.

---

Suddenly, he heard a loud bang in the kitchen, and he knew immediately that something was wrong. He raced to the kitchen, ready to confront whatever danger was waiting for him.

To his surprise, he found a robber ransacking the kitchen, searching for valuables to steal. Without hesitation, Luke charged at the robber, determined to protect his home and his family.

Unfortunately, he was no match for the thief, and he lost the fight. As he fell to the ground, his head banging against the floor, he saw stars and felt his vision fading. He knew that he was badly injured, and he hoped that Jake would wake up and help him.

Sure enough, Jake was woken up by the commotion and he rushed to the kitchen, finding Luke lying on the floor, bleeding and unconscious. Jake grabbed his phone, and quickly call for ambulance.