Notes
Hello everyone! I'm fairly new to the whole writing a fanfiction thing. But I'm sure I'll get the hang of it. I will hopefully post a chapter of this klance fic every week, if not sooner or later if my mental health is doing ok. Each chapter will be hopefully around 1k words, maybe less. At the end of the story I will talk a little more about myself in a small summary. If you have any questions about me or the fanfic, please feel free to ask in the comments. The characters are kinda oc, but whatever. I've been thinking of making this for a long ass time now. But before anything, I'm going to warn you about this story. A big TRIGGER WARNING! This story includes depression, anxiety, abuse, PTSD, panic attacks, nightmares, drinking, and swearing. So if you don't like those kind of things, then please go and read a different fanfic. I also should mention that I don't have an editor and I'm terrible at editing myself. So I'm sorry in advance if there is anything off or wrong with the grammar or punctuation. Hopefully this posts, and thanks for choosing to read my story! Stay safe my friends.
I'm scared. Scared that my father was going to come home tonight, what he was going to do. But it's fine. It's fine…I'm fine. He won't be home for a while…right? He might not even come home tonight, he normally just stays at the bar anyways. Using up all of our goddamn money and wasting it on cheap liquor. I'm just waiting for the day that I can save up enough money to get my own apartment and live away from him. To stay away from him. A chill went down my spine as I thought about what he had done to me. But I shook it away, looking back down at the unfinished math homework that's due tomorrow. I brushed my black long hair away from my face, grabbing onto the ledge of my wooden desk, pushing myself into it so I could get a better view of the paper. I still had 60 questions to go. I sighed and got to work.
It wasn't until I heard a door slam shut that I realized that I had fallen asleep on my work, leaving a pencil indent in my cheek as I had been laying on it. I gasped, heart racing as I jumped to my bedroom door, striding a couple steps to get there, passing my black covered bed and band posters that hung loosely on the wall. I could almost smell the booze already, slamming the door shut and locking it. But I knew that wasn't going to last long. The bolts on the door was already partially broken from my dad busting it open all the fucking time. My eyes were wide, and my hands shook as I pressed firmly up against the door with them, knuckles turning white with the pressure. I pressed my ears up to the door, hearing the muffled grunts, as he walked around drunkenly. I whipped my head behind me, looking at my table that had my old backpack on it. I ran over to the bag, and pulled out my phone and headphones. Putting the headphones around my neck, phone in pocket in case I had to run from him.
Just as I was shakingly putting my iPhone 6 in my pocket, I heard banging on my door as fists pounded on it. I grabbed my beanie from off the desk, putting it on quickly before rushing to the door, holding it as I screamed, "Leave me the fuck alone! Please, just not today!" I heard a grunt from the other side of the door. "You better fucking listen to me boy, or I swear. Open up you fag!"
"No! Please!" I begged. I knew what was going to happen next, it always came next. My father threw his body at the door, already broken as it is, the door came right off, crashing with a loud thud. I wouldn't be surprised if we got a noise complaint again from the bottom apartment. I didn't have time to scream before he grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him as he punched me across the face. I screamed. The stench of sweat, weed, and alcohol flooding through my nose. He kicked me down to the floor, and that's when I noticed the dark green shiny bottle of beer in his hand. I looked at him wide eyed, opening my mouth to scream. But nothing came out as he crashed the bottle onto my head, breaking it into tiny pieces as I felt a warm and thick liquid starting to trickle down my head. He proceeded to scratch the broken bottle down my chest, and I tried so hard not to scream again, I didn't want him to yell at me for getting us another complaint.
He straddled me as I was on the ground, whimpering in pain as I felt blood seep through my red hoodie. His round stomach touched my abdomen. I looked up at him, eyes passing the red and grey stubble, into his dark brown eyes looking at my own weak reflection. Your so stupid and weak You can't even handle a little bit of pain. You deserve it. The voice in my head sneered. I tried to make the voice stop, I kicked at this human being on me. He yelled in pain as I kicked his face. He brought the hands, that were likely going to rub up and down my stomach, to his face. I stood up, running outside my bedroom door. I turned left to the living room, beer bottles and cans everywhere, the smell of drugs strong. I gagged.
"You get back here!" He screamed at me, throwing another beer bottle at, the glass smashing at my feet as I reached the door. I grabbed one of the house keys, but just as I got my pale hand on the door, visibly seeing the red scratches and bruises on them, I felt the backs of my headphone wires be tugged backwards. I was thrown backwards, hands now gripping my shoulders harsh. The hands run up and down his shoulders and neck. "We weren't finished…" he said, darkly. My eyes go wide, and I closed my eyes, trying to get out of his reach. "No! Stop, please! I don't want to! Get your grubby ass hands off of me you douche!" I yelled. I felt his hands dig into my neck, leaving nail marks there. I winced, and bit my tongue, tasting a similar copper liquid. "What the fuck did you just say you worthless piece of shit! You need me! I'm the only thing that will actually give you love and attention! So you fucking give it to me back!" He screamed. I couldn't breath, it hadn't been this bad in weeks! I threw my legs at his dick, then stomach, and then face. He let do of me, holding his stomach as he dropped to the floor.
I only stopped running so I could open the door, I swung it open and jumped outside. I shut the door before I could hear anymore of the man's yells. I ran down the hall to the stairs at the end of the hall, and jumped down them. I had to think. I could already hear him following me, so I can't just run away. I needed to hide somewhere. That's when I got an Idea. My lab partner. I had missed the day we were suppose to take notes in science, and instead of just sending me a picture, he wanted to teach me so I understood it better. I worked out. But the thing is, he lived just one apartment complex away from me. I could make it. I was close enough to him. I rushed down the stairs, holding my pocket so my phone wouldn't fall out.I finally got down the stairs, still hearing the yelling from my father behind me. I got to the entrance door and pushed it open, the chilly fall air blowing the hair out of my face. I sprinted across the sidewalk, not even looking both ways before running across the street into open traffic. I was honked at, yelled at by their passengers, but I didn't care. I just kept running. I ran until I reached the unfamiliar outdoor stairs that lead to the different floors. I sprinted up to the second floor. 102, 103, 104, there! 105! I prayed that that was right. And I was remembering correctly. I didn't want my father finding me.
I urgently opened the door, anxiety dripping from every inch of my body. I waited for a couple seconds, before knocking again but harder this time. "Ok, ok I'm coming!" I heard a voice. "KEITH!" I heard someone yell from down the stairs, and I heard the slow footsteps of boots stomping on the metal stairs. My eyes were wide from panic, and I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to explode. I saw the door handle move, and a very confused boy opened the door. He had his eyes closed, as he touched his forehead.
"My god Hunk, I thought you were coming-" the boy paused when he opened his eye and saw a very scared and frightened Keith standing outside of his door. The first thing he noticed was the dry blood on his hoodie and forehead. The next thing he saw was how scared and shaken he was, and he was gasping while looking to the side with his eyes wide open in fright. "KEITH!" I heard a loud shout come from what seemed to be close. Keith jumped looking at me desperately, unshed tears glossing his eyes from where the bruise from underneath his eye was starting to form. "Lance, please let me in!" He rushed out in a desperate hurry, grabbing my arms so desperately. I barely knew this boy, other then the time about a month ago when they were signed to be lab partners. But I pulled him into my apartment, gripping onto his arms as he did. I shut my door quietly so that the man that was clearly chasing Keith wouldn't know which room they were in, and shut the lights off. I pulled Keith's back to my chest, and I lowered us onto the floor so he was sitting with his knees up and I was squatting down. I held his mouth for a second, but I did it light enough to that if he wanted me to let go he could move my hand. We both heard loud footsteps outside my door, and we saw in the glowing yellow light beneath the door as a shadow of a body walked by.
I could feel Keith suck in a shaky breath as he tensed so bad, and he started shaking and moving his head back and forth slightly. But he stayed quiet as he held his breath. The footsteps stopped a couple feet away from my door, and he yelled something I would never forget, "Keith Kogane! You better not ever come back to me you useless piece of shit! Good luck trying to find anyone who will love you! I don't see why anything on this earth could! Your the reason your mom left us, you disgrace! Never come back to the apartment again!" And just as soon as he came, he left still slurring his words as he walked away. Leaving him, Keith, and everyone else in the apartment building silent. What the fuck just happened?
Authors notes
Well…that was kinda emotional if I do say so myself. As I said in the beginning, this will be triggering to come people. And if you are one of those people, please stay safe and go read a different fanfic. If you are wondering why I enjoy, or at least why I do make these kind of stories, let me just say that I have been struggling with some things myself and this is part of how I cope with it. At least in the future chapters. This will be a very angsty Fanfic, so if your not into things like that then just be patient. I promise there will be fluff between these two boys. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and that you will consider reading the rest of this when I get the chance to post again! It never hurts to leave a comment too, I love reading them! Stay safe my friends!