Met Online (Klance)

Angry

Note: This chapter involves lots of swearing and punching walls. If you are sensitive to things like this please skip this chapter. You Mental Health always comes first!

Lance's POV

I drove home fuming. What the fuck is wrong with Michel! He must be sick in the head. When your in a relationship you shouldn't be abusive in any way. A relationship is supposed to be loving not fucking abusive. I wanted to scream,punch,kick and do whatever else would make Michel feel physical pain. No one and especially not Keith deserved to go through that. Ahhh. I'm so fucking angry I want to hit something. 

I walked into the house red in the face and with my hands clenched into fists. I walked into the kitchen and my mom asked me what was wrong. I was going to say nothing but she could clearly tell I was angry because of my facial colour and my hand position. 

"Lance, que pasa, querido?"She asked. "Paso algo entre tu y Keith?"(Lance,What's wrong? Did something happen between you and Keith?)

"No mama, no paso nada entre nosotros," I responded. (No mom, nothing happened between us)

"Bueno, entonces, que paso  para que todos se enojen?" She asked. (Well then, what happened to get you all mad?)

"El ex novio de Keith se presento como nuestro mesero para la cena y causo un ataque de panico porque era abusivo con Keith," I answer bitterly. I don't even like talking about it.  Keith's es boyfriend showed up as our waiter for dinner and caused a panic attack, because he was abusive towards Keith.)

"Dios mio, eso es horrible. Keith esta bien?" She responded with a horrified look on her face. She had been in a an abusive relationship before she had met my father so she understands the pain of it. Growing up she raised me and my siblings to never do anything like that to anyone, whether it be to a friend, enemy, or a significant other. Especially  not a significant other. 

"Se que mama es horrible y quiero golpear y patear a Michel en la cara. Ahora mismo necesito tiempo para procesar, estare en mi habitacion." I said to her.  It was the truth I needed to process it before I did anything, because if I did something right now I would for sure be charged with manslaughter. (I know mom it is horrible and I want to punch and kick Michel in the face. Right now I need time to process, I will be in my room.)

"Esta bien, carino, tomate todo el tiempo ques necesites." She said. (Okay darling, take as much time as you need).

With that conversation done I headed upstairs and walked into my room. I shut the door and shrugged off my suit. 

I changed into sweatpants and a blue tank top.

I turned to look at myself in the mirror, and boy did I look mad. My face was red as well as my neck, and all of my muscles seemed tight. My hands were clenched in fists and I was shaking. I couldn't stand it.

I punched the mirror and cursed Michel in one million different ways. 

My hand was bleeding but I didn't care. I wanted something to numb the anger I was feeling and violence seemed to be the answer. I moved on to punch the wall and my hand made a crunching sound. It got louder the more times I hit the wall. 

"Fuck you Michel. You're nothing but a scumbag and a douche bag. I hope you choke and die or get run over. Your fucked in the head and you need to be sent to a specialist!" I cursed out loud. 

By the time I was done my hand was covered in blood and my wall had a million red blotched on it. The wall wasn't broken, thank god, but my mirror was and i'm pretty sure my hand is broken too. 

I went to my bathroom and got out my first aid box. I picked up the tweezers with my left hand and picked out the shards of glass out of my right hand. It hurt so fucking bad but it had to be done. Next I turned the water so it ran cold and washed the blood out and off of my cuts and hand. Then I had to sterilize the cuts so they would't become infected. I picked up the bottle of hydrogen  peroxide and soaked a cotton ball in it. I placed the cotton ball on the cuts and it stung. Bad. It was like my hand was on fire but I could manage it. Next was the bandages and splints. I placed the splint to keep my fingers and writs in line and so they wouldn't move and then I wrapped it up in a bandage. 

It looked pretty good, considering I wasn't a doctor. But i was definitely not gonna go to my mom and ask her to drive me ti a hospital for this. Iv'e broken so many bones it's ridiculous. No all I have to do is pick up the pieces  of the broken mirror and throw them out. So I did. Then I went and laid down in my bed to try and sleep. I texted Keith to see how he was but I figured he was sleeping so I am not expecting an answer. I turned my phone off and drifted into and uncomfortable sleep. 

[Hello, i'm not dead! Yay! Readers this book is number 13 in the ship keithxlance at this current time, how crazy is that! Thank you for reading this far and I will update as soon as I am able. Please comment on what you liked and disliked about this chapter, and give me suggestions for upcoming chapters. Don't forget to vote on chapter! Love you all, Brooke :)]