The Boy in the Rain//Klance

31. Lance

I did it biches, oh also sexual violence/violence warning

I should've thought that he might be home.

I should've actually used my brain and thought- for once- that he might be home.

If I did actually think none of this would be happening.

I'm pressed against the wall. His arm against my neck. It's hard to breath and I can feel the air being closed off slowly. "Where've you been hiding kid?" He sneers and leans into me, I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

He punches me in the stomach and I wheeze, which is hard when I have almost no air. I cough, hard, and feel a bit of liquid coming out of the corners of my mouth. It tastes...metallic.

"Steve please! Let him down honey!" Mama pleads with my drunk father. He only spares her a glance, "Shut up Bitch or I'll get you next." He then punches me again. I glare at him and as he leans in my face, to make a stupid comment I know, I spit on him.

Red droplets are scattered all across his face.

I'm bleeding.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT!" He roars and let's go of my neck. For a minute I'm surprised he let me down until, after I slump to the ground, he starts repeatedly kicking my sides.

I wince and groan at the pain in my entire body.

I remember this feeling.

Just when I think it's all over he picks me up by my neck. He stands me against the wall. He puts his hands around my head. He smashes my head in to the wall.

"LANCE!"

Is all I hear before all I see is black.

******

I wake up in a dark room. Wait I'm not in a dark room, the darkness is the night sky. Stars twinkle and the moon shines. I think I've died. I'm floating in space and I've died.

What a peaceful place.

It's just me laying on the ground, looking up at the stars.

Oh wait actually Keith is here, laying tucked into me with his arms wrapped around me.

Wait. Keith is laying tucked into me with his arms wrapped around me?

I sit up so quickly and immediately groan and fall back at the pain in my sides. "Yeah maybe you shouldn't have done that." A familiar voice says from beside me. "Shut up Mullet." I say through grit teeth. Surprisingly he does for a minute.

I stare up at the stars with Keith in my arms for a while. We're silent until Keith says, "The sky is beautiful tonight." I lay there silently and Keith gets up.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know your Dad did that to you..." Keith trails off as I grab my sides. He looks down at my stomach then up at my eyes as if asking for permission. I don't know what he wants permission for but I nod, I trust him.

He lifts my shirt and at first I protest, "Wha-" but then I see what he's looking at.

Blue and purple wilts all across my sides, near my hips and my ribcage. My tan skin is littered with purple and blue, there's even some green bruises too.

I watch Keith's fingers as he lightly brushes over one bruise right below my belly button. He's frowning but when he realizes where he's touching he blushes hard and pulls away.

I lay back down.

I've noticed we're laying on the grass in some clearing. I think we're in a park. I look around. It's the same park Keith and I were at when we had our first kiss.