Save Me From Myself (Klance) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4: Undercover

Chapter 4: Undercover

August 5th, 2010

The day of my awakening.

I was sad, lost in the boughs of depression. I didn't eat very well, so I got ridiculously thin to a point my ribcage was visible. I didn't drink enough water, so I always felt parched and dizzy. All I did was lay down in bed and cried until I fell asleep. Every other dream was a nightmare and I'd wake up sobbing for Keith. He used to be right by my side, comforting me through every bad dream.

But he wasn't here now, and I finally figured out he wouldn't be coming back.

I laid down on my stomach, sinking my face into the flat surface I called my pillow. A knock sounded at my bedroom door and someone came in.

"Lance..." My father spoke up.

"..." I didn't respond, just laid there lifelessly like I always did.

"Your mama made you some café con leche. Thought it would make you feel better..."

"Nothing will make me feel better, papi..." I mumble, "My heart is broken..."

"You didn't need that guy. He was a bad influence."

My eyes became watery again, "Maybe you are the bad influence. I smoke because of you... I started being bad because I wanted to rebel against you and your strict ways..." I looked over at him angrily, "I hate you!"

I said it without completely thinking through it. He stared at me for a long time before biting his lip and smiling, "Well, it is not the first time I've heard that..." He set the tray of breakfast food down on my nightstand, "Sleep well, Lance. Take care of yourself..." He walked out of the room.

My bottom lip quivered and I burst into painful sobs, wishing that I hadn't said that to my father, whom I loved very much. I only said it out of spite. Maybe because I wanted to have another argument or maybe because I felt like whenever we fought, he would be paying attention to me. I forced myself to drink the coffee and eat the scrambled eggs my mom made, even though I felt extremely nauseous shoving food down my throat. I wanted to obey my father this time. I wanted to make him proud.

Later that night, however, I could never make him proud again.

"H-He's what?" My mother choked upon hearing what the officers said.

At the time, Shiro was just a young deputy. But he was sent to bring the unwelcome news.

"Your husband... Died in a shootout among the Galra gang..." Shiro held my mom as she cried in his arms. I watched from a few feet away, horrified. My dad... He was gone for good... And some gang member killed him, not sparing him any mercy or thinking about the fact he could have a loving family back at home.

I gritted my teeth, filled with rage and determination. The word Galra stuck with me. I remembered it all throughout my training at the police academy. There was a reason I knew more about the Galra than anyone else. I was going to get revenge for my father's death by finding them.

August 1st, 2017

I go undercover

I groan as I wake up to total darkness, sitting up only to hit my head on the roof of the trunk. I couldn't believe I was still stuck in the back of the Mercedes. It was hot and stuffy, I felt like I might suffocate if I panicked. I didn't though, instead, I reached between my legs and pulled out the Nokia. I had several missed calls because I put the phone on silent. I dialed Shiro's number, setting the cell phone on the floor and pressing the side of my face into it. I had a terrible headache and I was exhausted; How long had we been driving for?