Lifted // Klance

Chapter fourteen

Once we pulled up at the address, I was immediately ready to leave. Lucas punches me on the shoulder and nods slightly. "Be careful big brother..."

"I don't care about what happens to me" i lowered. Of course, I was grateful for how much he cares. But in this case, it wasn't me who was in trouble. I stumbled out of car and ran to the front porch, banging my fist against the door several times. After no fucking answer, I started to bang at an incredible obnoxious rate. The door unlocks and before they were able to twist the knob open, I kicked and it goes flying against the wall, making a huge dent.

A twenty year old looking man jumps back and quickly grabs a baseball bat, swinging it towards me. I grabbed it by the end and pull, causing him to lose his grip on it and stumble backwards hitting a lamp in which it falls as crashes on the floor. Several glass pieces scattered everywhere. Did he really think he could wack me with that? How stupid do I look.

"Get out of my house!" He yells, grabbing my foot from the ground as I ran towards the back. I shook it off and boot him in the face. He faces away grabbing his nose and groaning in pain.

I made my way to the back doors opening and closing random ones until I find Keith. But he wasn't in any of them. I gulped. What if Craig sent me to the wrong house?

That mother fucker... i'm going to kill him the next time I see him again. My first thought was to run back out and drive away. Retreat. This was a an abysmal mistake.

"Hands up behind your head!"

A voice of a different guy demands. I fall to my knees and do exactly as he said. Shit.

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Keith's POV

The carpet became cold. No one was in the room at this moment. I wiped my wet eyes, my lips quivering. My blindfold was off, my face felt red and overheated, all around my mouth was covered in this slime like substance. I refused to open my mouth because I didn't want to taste or touch it, so I breathe from my nose instead. Just moments ago, they destroyed everything about me. From choking me with their... things... to depriving me from my precious virginity.

My arm hurts from being tied down. The rope was no longer tied around my arm, but it left a harsh red line on both wrists. I traced it gently. My skin feels much thinner there.

Every short single heart beat was killing me. Blood pumping through your heart was a sign of being alive and it was one of the greatest gifts you could ever have. But in this case, every time it pounded, I felt like I was having small heart attacks. One thump, it hurts. Another, hurts again. Like repetitive hiccups that make your throat sore.

I laid down on the floor, pulling the oversized sweater down, curling my knees up inside of it. I felt too exposed. Even if I was wearing something thick. It's thickness didn't safeguard me. Nothing will.

There was chattering outside the door. I tried to ignore it, fearing a little that they will open the door any second to rape me again. My eyes shut tightly and I tried to fall asleep. Maybe this was all just a nightmare. I will wake up in the arms of my boyfriend right? My face in his chest, his arms around me to make me feel like i'm home. Perhaps i'm a little too clingy...

I started to doze off, my mind slipped into the darkness and flashes before my eyes.

Suddenly, i'm in an unfamiliar house. Where was I?

I walked around, inspecting the place. The house was rather small, but the yard had so much space. Papers scattered all over the carpet floor, ugly crayon drawings of rocket ships, planets, aliens, and horses. A Texan snow globe sat above the fireplace. To my right, there were stairs. I made my way to the top, the wooden floor beneath me cracked with every light step. A portrait of two familiar adults caught my eye.

Someone was sitting in the bedroom on the left. The door was wide open. She didn't move or anything. Just sat and stared at the wall. In my concern, I walked in and touched her shoulder. Her black hair gets tangled in my fingers in the process. She looks up at me with purple eyes and smiles softly. "Keith... is that you?"

"Who are you...?" I wondered. Who was this women? How does she know me?

She stands and pulls me into a hug. "We miss you so much baby..."

We? What is this women talking about. Again, I ask the same question. She pulls away and looks me in the eye. "You don't remember me do you?"

She did have a close resemblance to me. Was she my... "mom?" I asked. The women nods, small tears in the corner of her eyes. "Mom... i'm so so sorry I didn't cry at you and dad's funeral..." i really regret it now. Seeing her again made me realize the biggest thing I lost in my childhood. I was so ungrateful. Even though I never had a special connection to them, they were my family and she gave me a life.

"You remember me..." she chuckles between her tears. "Your father and I are so sorry we didn't give you the attention you deserve..."

"It's okay..." I whispered and bit my bottom lip. I sat on the bed next to her, her arms around my shoulder her chin rested on top of my head. "Jess and Noah are taking care of me now... i'm okay. Promise."

"Oh honey... you're not..."

"What do you mean?" I pulled away and frowned. I'm safe aren't I? Jess and Noah. Lance. Hunk and Pidge. All these people... they were there for me and they love me either it was romantically or in an accepting way.

My mother places her hands on both my shoulders, her facial expression read anxiety and dejection. "My poor baby son..."

"Mom?"

"I can't let this happen to you. It hurts me. Your father is upset about this too" she looks away. Upset? What's wrong... "They're hurting you, aren't they?" Tears started to flow from her eyes at an incredible rate. Who's hurting me? I pulled her into a tight hug to ease her emotions. I'm home aren't I? In Texas safe and sound. "I'll send you help... they'll come get you. You don't have to suffer anymore-"

"Mom!"

Before I could ask what she was talking about, my vision turns light again. The ceiling... wasn't the same as my home in Texas. I sat up gradually and looked around. The carpet was grey with crusty spots and the walls were plain and white. I reached my hand down and felt myself, I was sticky and wet.

No...

I'm still here. My body was still weak and aching, my private areas hurt a lot. I started to cry again, hugging my knees. Fuck this... I want to go home.

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Fuck i hate where this story is going...

I sure do love to make dark Klance stories dont i?