Save Me From Myself (Klance) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2: Fall Guy

Chapter 2: Fall Guy

July 28th, 2010

Moments after the "Incident"

The police that caught me threw me into an interrogation room. I hated it here especially, having seen my father do violent things from across the table I was now sitting at. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, waiting for my dad to come in and lecture me. I was handcuffed still and extremely emotional. I sniffled, closing my eyes. A lady came in at one point, giving me a water cup and box of tissues. Tissues wouldn't stop the tears and water wouldn't help me gulp down my sorrow by any means.

Eventually, my dad burst through the door. I sighed, "Hola papi..."

He eyed me up and down like he always did when I arrived home late, "Look at you." He said, disappointed. He didn't like my fishnet leggings and daisy dukes. He disapproved of all my tattoos and tanktops. And he would always nag me about painting my nails (Which I only did to prevent myself from biting them when anxious). More than anything, though, he really disliked my tongue piercing. Because Keith was the one that convinced me to get it and he could not stand the thought of me mixing tongues with a bad boy like Keith.

"Where have you been for the past two days?" He asked, sitting in front of me.

"Well, you know, hanging out..." I rolled my eyes.

He slammed his hands on the table, "Lance, you listen to me right now! Your mother has been worried sick about you and we have been looking for you ever since you decided to pull that stupid little stunt of yours with your stupid boyfriend!" He yelled.

"He's not stupid!" I defended.

"No, you are! Did you not even notice he's been wanted for drug trade for weeks?! That kid has been selling heroine by the ounce and Mary Jane by the pound! He even made you his fall guy when we came to arrest him!"

I stared in disbelief; Keith used me to avoid getting put in prison?

July 29th, 2017

Day after factory explosion.

I couldn't sleep or eat. Not after seeing what I saw. My ex-boyfriend was covered in blood and I found him in the worst place possible. Now he was a suspect and would probably get put in jail. I wanted to nibble at my nails, but the blue gloss kept me from doing so. The waiting room was vacant, people rarely come into the emergency room at two in the morning.

I stood up when Keith's doctor came to me. I took out my pen and pad to take notes for Shiro. He had survived the explosion, thank god, but not without landing himself a broken bone first.

"Flesh wound. Stabbed in the abdomen three times. We had to stich him up. He's alive and well though. Still cuffed to the bed like you ordered." He said and I nodded before heading to the room.

Unconsciously, I started lighting up a cigarette. A nurse caught me, screeching about how there was 'no smoking' allowed in the hospital.

"Okay, okay, calm down." I took a quick and long drag before tossing it out, "Old habits die hard, ya know?" I typically smoked when I was nervous or bored, a habit I picked up from my old man.

I stood in front of the door, body feeling weak. I didn't want to go in there alone. I wished Hunk was here, he could protect me from falling in love with Keith again. I picked out the plastic ring from my pocket and put it on. At least my work partner could be with me in spirit. I opened the door slowly.

Keith looked up from his cuffs. He had been trying to sand the chain apart with a nail file. I snorted.

"That's not gonna work. I can tell you that right now." I snatched it away from him and popped it into an evidence bag, "Long time, no see..."