Helping Love | Klance (Revamp Version)

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{Angst}

A/N: mentions of abuse and rape. You have been warned. Angst for this chapter.

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Lance looked around his new room with unease, he was glad to have his own room that he was free to decorate but he didn't know if he should. Unwanted memories began to surface in the silence of the room.

Lance's father grabbed Lance by the throat picking him up while the boys legs dangled frantically to touch the floor and run.

Lance's breathing picked up. He hated his past. He hated more than anything was his father.

"You little shit. The hell did I say about eating?" He snapped at the small boy who was gasping for air, his neck hurting and his feet still frantically trying to touch the floor. Lance looked at his father in fear "I said, what hell did I say about eating, mistake" Lance whimpered "n-n-not t-too!" Lance gasped "exactly and what the hell did you do?" He asked gripping tighter but not enough to kill Lance or busy his wind pipe "i-i a-ate" he stuttered with tears falling down his tanned cheeks.

He shook his head. "No... No.. not this again.." he whimpered clutching his head, this one memory is what brought him to tears everytime it resurfaced.

Mr. McClain dropped Lance as the boy scrambled away with a bruised neck with evident purple marks leaving huge finger prints, Lance watched with fearful eyes and a shaking body as his father unbuckled his belt. "Do you know what happens to mistakes who don't follow fucking orders, mistake?" Lance was frozen in his place, fear taking over his body leaving him rooted to where he was. Mr. McClain walked over to Lance hovering over the boy before harshly grabbing his leg and yanking the screaming boy to him, "S-stop, p-p-please!" Lance begged with tears, his voice kept breaking up because of his sore throat.

Mr. McClain slapped Lance across the face before grabbing his pants and began to pull them off, Lance kicked trying to get away but a pained scream escaped his lips when his father almost crushed his lower leg. "You better fucking listen!"

Lance's breathing was uneven and his back against the wall sliding down until he hit the floor. He couldn't breath, his throat felt dry, his body numb with painful reminders of his father and salty tears slipped down his face. He needed his medicine, now.

He shakily grabbed his bag and searched through it quickly trying to find his medicine and found it, taking the bottle and opening it before swallowing two pills down his dry throat. His breathing lessened into slow breaths and his shaking was subsiding down, he dropped the now closed bottle to the floor and curled up into a ball where he was. No one could know this, they can't know about this. His anxiety, his panic attacks, his status, his home life, his past, his secrets, his sexuality. None of it.

The results if they knew were always negative because of his mindset but then again he's not sure how they'd react but his insecurities led to negative outcomes.

He whimpered, he hated being like this, he hated the facades and lies he's had to do just to keep things from being known to others and he hated it. He wanted to reach out from his pained past and the invisible chains that kept him rooted to their owner he absolutely hated it, but he couldn't... Knowing the consequences if he did, he knew had definite PTSD because of his home life but kept it secret, hidden behind facades and lies.

He breathed in and out, taking each breath slower than the last to fully calm himself, counting with each breath he took in his head, thinking of small things he liked until he was calm and no longer having a panic attack. He soon sat back up his different medications across the floor is a pile, his small close items sprawled out amongst the bottles and a knife. He grabbed the knife into his hands tracing his fingers along the metal and arm of the knife to the gem in the middle, his mother had given it to him leaving him confused with no explanation on her sudden need to give him something other than a cold shoulder from his childhood to his teen years. This small knife has been with him for almost 8 years now, he's always not touched it because of the mysteries it kept but now out in space he had nothing much to do other than touch the smooth metal surfaces.

Looking around the room again he then turned his attention back to his stuff and picked up his surpressents bottle. He only had two spares after the one in his hand so he needed to keep track of how much he was taking and to use them sparingly for when his heat comes which he guessed was in about a week from now. He sighed, this wasn't good at all. When he was in the Garrison he had to take surpressents for a whole week since he couldn't just take a sick week off without causing suspicion on why so he would take three pills everyday to keep his heat scent hidden but suffer the effects of a boiling body and heavy quiet gasps for air for when he was around Betas and Alphas.

He heard a purr within his head and welcomed it, Blue was something he never felt before. Protection, loving, friendly and motherly. His childhood he was mainly shunned for being a Neko caused by something he didn't know and when he was presented as a Omega did the abuse from his father increase because of his difference but even the shunning did as well, his father changed his siblings so that they avoided Lance or his brothers would sometimes hit him when they got the chance with permission since he was mainly his father's plaything and his niece and nephew couldn't interact with him because of orders.

He looked to the doors of his room and sighed.

Maybe he could have a restart.
Maybe he could build a new family with this group.
Maybe he might have the courage to come out from the facades and lies.

Just... Maybe he might get a new chance to have a family.

Now it's only up to fate to see how much his hopes but fate hasn't been nice to him in the slightest growing up but he still hopes for a restart.

He cleaned up his mess and hung the bag on the hooks of the closet and layed in his bed and curled up into the blankets even letting his ears and tail out that wrapped around his leg. He would stay up for a little before hiding his neko form, it hurts having to keep them in for long periods of time so he took every advantage and chance he could to let his neko form free.

Let's see what this adventure brings.

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