{Klance} - Scared To Love You - Highschool AU - {Voltron}

1-Moving In

23.10.17
Hello, I'm the author of this book thing. Just a reminder, this will be written in differnt points of view.

Warnings: Mention of abuse, cursing, and a tiny bit of angst.

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Lance's POV :

This must be the 7th time we are moving this year! It's so annoying, especially when I start to make friends at any schools I attend. When everything just start going together, we move. I lose all those friends due to not being able to keep in touch. I change schools and have to get used to my surroundings once again.

The reason we move so much is because of my cheating mother and abusive father. My mother works in a famous company. She has her positions changed often so we need to move to different places just to make it easier for her to get to 'work'. Yeah, most of the time her work isn't in the company but in her boss' bed. She has been cheating on my father for maybe 2 years now. Who knows? But the worst part is that my father knows very well of mother cheating on him. Mother doesn't know that father knows about her cheating. Father only doesn't confront mother because she earns a lot of money and makes dinners for him so he doesn't care about anything else.

He does love mother though, belive me when I say that, he just doesn't really know how to cope with the fact that mother doesn't love him. So instead of going to therapy or something, he drinks. He drinks, smokes and sometimes he hits me...

Few months earlier, we had a family dinner for once. Mother came home early from a 'business trip' so she decided to cook a feast and have everyone eat together. Father's drinking problem wasn't that bad back then but he still would hit me sometimes. Of course mother knew none of that. I decided to come out to them. I'm bisexual and have been for some time. I was always attracted to females and males equally.

Once everyone was sat down and eating their meal, I spoke up. '' Mom, Dad.. I have something to tell you.. '' my voice was shaking slightly and my heart was pounding. '' What is it, sweetie '' she asked with that sweet voice of hers. She smiled warmly while my father raised his eyebrows. I gulped at decided to just say it. '' I'm bisexual. '' I looked at my parents for a reaction. How I wish my siblings were here right now. They all are older than me so they all moved out and are on with their lives. The oldest one is 31 while the youngest is 20, excluding me. I am 17, the youngest child.

Mother's smile slightly faded and father? I just couldn't figure out his emotions right now. I was calm on the outside but on the inside I was a reck.

After what seemed like hours my mother put on her warm smile again. I have always loved that smile, even though I saw her smile like that near her boss which made my blood boil. Her smile always brought back the memories of my childhood. House filled with my siblings, laughter, shouting and the scent of mother's cooking. My mind was cut off by mother speaking up '' Mijo(son) , Father and I will support you no matter on your life decisions, isn't that right? '' she looked over at father. '' yeah. '' his expression did not show any support. He tried but it was obvious, atleast to me, that he was hiding his fury trying to force a smile.

Few days after that day when I came out mother left for another business trip. I thought everything would be the same, no change. I was wrong.

I got hit more often. I don't like to call it abuse but, other people would call it that. He would usually just slap, punch or kick me but from the day it not only got more physical but also mental.

He throws empty glass bottles at me aiming at my head but he had always missed. Not once it happened that he got mad when he didn't manage to hit me with the bottle so he took out a knife and aimed it at me screaming 'You're a worthless fag, go die in hell where your place is!' Those were the words that got to me, along with many other stuff he'd call me.

Everytime he said something like that I ran to my room and barricaded my door. Father would usually bang on my door yelling at me to open the door. '' FUCK OFF I AM NOT OPENING THE DOOR '' That's the only thing ever left my mouth before I broke down crying.

Outside of home I wanted it to be better. I wanted someone to accept me and be there for me. Well I expect way too much from this cruel world.

The previous town I lived in when people found out I was bi they started name calling me. The most popular one was 'fag' or 'whore'. I tried to ignore them but the more I tried to block those words out the more they got into me.

For years now all I did was put on fake smiles and pretend that I have a perfect life. Well that wasn't the case. It was the exact opposite. Nothing about my life way perfect not even close to good. I can't even find anyone that loves me enough to not dump me after a month!

So here I am, helping mother with the boxes. Brining all of them into the empty main room. I just could imagine the broken glass of the bottles already lying around. I sigh and keep bringing in the boxes.

Once I bring in most of the boxes my mother informs me that I can go now,so I do. I head over to my empty room that has 7 medium sized boxes in it.

I go back downstairs and take some tools before going into my room once again. I start to open the box with my bed frame and begin to build it.

I wonder how'll school go..

Will I make friends that I'll have to leave behind again?

Maybe I'll meet someone who might love me?.. nah that never happens!

It never does...

Reader's POV:
Lance has six older siblings.
Sophia:20 years
Daniel:23 years
Max:24 years
Alejandro(AJ):27 years
Lily:29 years
Matthew:31 years

Lance's parent's name are.
Rose:50 years
Thomas:51 years

Lance has been abused from since his father found out his mother was cheating on him, Lance's father found out quickly about his mother cheating. Lance was only 13 when the abuse started.

Lance had many unsuccessful lovers that weren't attracted to him only his family's wealth. Whenever he would come out to someone the name calling would always start.

Lance is 16 and he is 6''1 tall. He is Cuban and has brown hair with ocean blue eyes. He has a tan complexion and freckles around his nose. Lance has to wear glasses but usually he just wears contact lenses because he finds himself in glasses 'lame'.

Behind the mask of a flirty,happy,Cheery,enthusiastic and energetic person lies a ball of stress, anxiety, insecurities and depression. He never dared to tell anyone how he truly feels fearing that he would be thrown away into a corner like he always was.

Sometimes when someone or something irritates or annoys him badly he starts to be violent and aggressive. Lance does not look muscular at all behind his loose shirt and jacket but he is super fit and strong.

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There is more to Lance but I just can't think about it right now.

Those names and ages of his family members are totally random.

If there's any spelling or grammar mistakes then a comment informing me about it would be highly appreciated.

Thank you for reading, bye.