Caleb woke up to the sound of his brother's voice, shaking him roughly. He groggily opened his eyes to find Lucas standing over him, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Lucas!" Caleb exclaimed, sitting up in bed. "What are you doing here?"

Lucas chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm home, little bro. And I'm starving."

Caleb threw off the covers and got out of bed, stretching his tall, athletic frame. He was happy to see his brother, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

As they made their way to the kitchen, Caleb's mother, Maria, greeted them warmly. But the atmosphere in the house was tense, and Caleb could sense that his father, Mr. Michael, was not pleased to see Lucas.

Sure enough, when Mr. Michael emerged from his bedroom, his face was thunderous. "What is he doing here?" he growled, his eyes blazing with anger.

Maria intervened, trying to calm her husband down. "Kola, please. Let's not fight. Lucas is our son, and he's welcome in our home."

But Mr. Michael was unmoved. "He's brought shame and disgrace to our family," he spat. "I don't want him here."

Caleb felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards his brother. He stood up to his father, his voice shaking with emotion. "Papa, please forgive him. He's sorry for what he did."

But Mr. Michael was unyielding. "Get out of my house," he told Lucas. "You're not welcome here."

As the argument escalated, Caleb's mother suggested that they seek the help of her brothers, Job and Mathew, to mediate the situation. But for now, the atmosphere in the house was tense and volatile.

Caleb grabbed his schoolbag and headed out the door, feeling anxious and unsure about what the future held. As he walked to school, he ran into his friend Joshua Sam, who was eager to catch up on the latest gossip.

But Caleb's mind was preoccupied with his family drama. He couldn't shake off the feeling that things were about to get a lot worse.