Klance agere

Break up

"Lance."

Said brunette stiffened as he heard his fathers threatening voice call from the side of him. Hesitantly, the younger male looked up to meet his fathers dark glare.

"What the fuck is this?! Why are you acting like some fag with this "Keith'? Your not a fag you understand!?" The taller male growled as he showed the boy his phone pointing at his text conversation with his boyfriend.

Things like "I love you" or "your so cute" and even some "I'd marry you rn if I could" were thrown in there. And his dad saw it all.

His homophobic piece of shit dad.

Lance gulped as he looked away from the screen avoiding eye contact with his father. He heard his dad sigh before typing away on his phone. His heart dropped at the mans next words.

"Dear Keith, I'm not sorry to say that I fucking hate you and I don't want to be with you anymore. Do not try to contact me, or talk to me. I don't want to see you ever again." His dad laughed. "Andddd... send!"

Lance had to force himself to hold his tears back. God— why did he have to let this happen? He should have known to never leave his phone unattended, with his notifications still on. He knew his dad was snoopy and didn't think he should have privacy as "he is the child, and his father is an adult." And "children don't need privacy" (these are things my mom has told me :,D) god he was just so careless! And now Keith had to think he hates him. Probably won't want to see Lance ever again. What he "said" was so cruel and blunt.

"Go to your room Lance... we'll finish this conversation later. God I can't even look at you right now! Knowing how disgusting you are.. I don't EVER wanna see this kind of shit ever again, you hear me!?" The older male threatened as Lance shuddered quickly nodding before rushing off to his bedroom. Throwing himself onto his bed he started sobbing.

How could he live without his Keith? He was his only support and comfort in this toxic household. He loved the boy and couldn't imagine his life without Keith in it.

He didn't know what to do. How could he fix this? He probably wouldn't get his phone back for a long time, if at all. It was summer break, and he doubted his dad would let him go anywhere after this. He couldn't get anybody to tell Keith what happened for him.

Lance hated this. Hated life. Things had always been so hard and life seemed pointless. That was until Keith had shown him love, and what life could be like. Until now, though. Now everything was ruined and things had gone downhill again. Maybe he just wasn't allowed to be happy. Happiness just wasn't for him.

Lance let out a loud, excruciating painful sob as he just broke down. He buried his face into his pillow and began to cry and yell into his pillow, trying his hardest to make the pillow muffle and drown out his cries so his father wouldn't get any angrier.

Suddenly, everything seemed to freeze for Lance as he sat up in the bed and just stared off into space before standing up and walking over towards his drawer. Lance let out a shaky breathe as he rummaged around in the drawer for what he needed.

Bringing out a blade in his hand he stared at the blade with guilt in his eyes. He promised Keith he wouldn't do it again... or we'll promised to call him whenever he got the feeling. But he couldn't call Keith. Keith wasn't going to be there ever again for him. If he did it just this once... just to release the pain. To numb it. Keith wouldn't know. Lance could make the pain go away.

"I'm sorry Keith... I'm so sorry.." Lance whimpered as he rested the blade against his shoulder. The old scars were white and blurred. Almost gone. He was about to ruin all the progress he had made. Almost two years now he was about to put down the drain. But he couldn't push the feeling away. So Lance pressed the blade deeply into his skin and dragged it across his tanned skin. He watched as blood seeped from the wounds and dropped down his skin. He smiled as he kept going. The pain was going numb now. He was surprised at how much he realized he missed this feeling.