Langst

The past

Hai hai~

I tried, the music is so sad. Listen to it while u read. :P

3rd person viewpoint

The team watched as the tanned Cuban eyes closed gently as he was cradled in the leader's arms, his muscles relaxing to leave a peaceful teen in a deep slumber.

Their eyes were torn away from him as the screen lit up and Lance's surroundings could be seen. The beginning of his memories was not good at all.

His memory viewing began when Lance was about 5 years old, who was being ushered to hide in a room. His mother, a very kind hearted person, closed the door and stepped away. Lance peered into the keyhole, watching his father hit his mother, listening to her screams that echoed throughout the house, and his older brother Milo's whimpers that paired with each gasp and shout that could be heard.

The team hadn't expected such a past from one who was so cheery, although Hunk already knew a little from what he'd heard.

Lance walked up to his brother's side and cradled him as Milo wept silently into his shoulder. He heard a sudden thud against the floor, and the door burst open, held by his father. He was a man in his late twenties, also tanned like Lance and his mother, but he seemed cold and cruelty seemed to be etched into his face.

"MILO! COME WITH ME YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!" He barked, and he dragged the poor child away from Lance by the wrist, not even letting him stand up to walk. Lance's eyes widened in horror as he heard cries and thuds and finally glass shattering.

After an hour, Lance's father left home to buy a few more bottles of beer, and Lance and his mother were left to clean up the mess in the kitchen and tend to Milo's injuries. All three people trembled in fear as they got to work picking up shards of glass and tossing them into a box already half filled with glass - some even glossed in a thin layer of blood.

"Mama, why is papa so mean?" Small Lance asked. His mother could do nothing but hold the child as tears flowed from her eyes.

Allura gasped, as Pidge quickly wiped droplets from her eyes. Keith watched in utter silence as did Shiro and Coran. Hunk covered his mouth, attempting to stop the bile from rising up his throat.

"I had no idea that Lance had such a family, I would have never had thought of it, since he seems so happy and gleeful at times. Oh my boy!" Coran spoke woefully.

"I knew Lance had problems in his family, but would have never imagined it to be this bad." Hunk gasped out.

The screen went blank and started again, indicating a skip in time. This time, Lance seemed a lot older - about  9 and he seemed to be looking after his two younger siblings Kira and Nayla - both about 8 months old His older brother was nowhere to be seen. The phone rang, and Lance ran to pick it up, keeping an eye on both of his sisters.

"Hello?"

"Hello is this the McClain residence?"

"Yes, speaking."

"Yes, this is the police here, we've just received news that one of your members named Milo has gone missing from school since 1:00PM." The voice said emotionlessly.

Lance dropped the phone, calling his mother as he sobbed.

Soon, she picked up the phone also, tearing up herself.

Heavy footsteps could be heard and Lance's father came into his vision, rage engraved into his face. His eyes were red, and Lance began to quake. His arm was grabbed by the drunken man, causing him to cry out, listening to his mother's cry overlap with his.