Leslie Mcclain

9

October 20...

Keith

"That was fun", Leslie said as we walked back to our car. Keith nodded as he awkwardly placed his arm around Leslie's waist. Keith's cheeks turned into red when he felt her arm wrap around his waist. "You know, you are probably the best date I have had in a while", Leslie said. Keith looked at Leslie, and in the dim moon light he could see her cheeks where the color of a red rose. Before Keith could say anything else, something hit his head, hard. Keith feel to the ground, and his hand slipped away from Leslie's waist. Suddenly he was meet with darkness.

Lance

Lance was about to scream, but a sweaty hand clamped over his mouth. "So pretty~", Lance heard a man whisper in his ear. He could already tell that this man was homeless. He smelled of trash, sweat, and a hint of pee was in the air. Lance tried to rip his hand away, but the man suddenly pushed her to the ground. He yelped as he hit the ground, hard. "Pretty girl's don't like me", the man said. His voice was slurred and Lance was now even more afraid then before. He looked over at Keith, to see that he was not really hurt, more like knocked out, but that was still pretty bad. The man then grabbed Lance's neck and turned her over. His back was now pressed against the cold alley way sidewalk. Suddenly, the man that was holding Lance, flew straight into the wall. Once his hold was away from Lance's neck, he started to couch violently. "Hey, hey Lance you okay?", the new person asked. Lance's eyes snapped open, instantly he knew that voice. "Hunk?".

Hunk

"Hunk, how did you even know were we where?", Lance asked his best friend. "I always know where my best friend is!", Hunk said. "Okay, thats creepy, but what are we going to do with this guy?", Lance asked and pointed towards the homeless guy that was slumped in some garbage bags. "I was planning on handcuffing him to a pipe", Hunk replied as he held up some handcuffs. "Wow being a cop has gone to your head my friend", Lance chuckled out. Hunk laughed and he then helped his friend up from the ground. "Awe man! My dress is all ruined...", Lance said as he started to pout. "I don't think a dress is something you should worry about, how about your date", Hunk said, pointing at Keith who was out cold. "Yeah, hey maybe we can take him to my apartment! You got a car?", Lance asked Hunk. "No", Hunk responded sadly. Lance then bent down and stuck his hands into Keith's jacket pockets. "What are you doing?", Hunk asked. "Taking his keys so we can take him back to my apartment, duh", Lance responded like it was the easiest thing in the world. Hunk just nodded and picked Keith up. They then started to make there way back to Keith's car.

Keith

Keith was backed up into a wall. Lotor came back home, drunk again. He and Lotor got into a fight, but then it just got... to real. Keith already had a bloody nose and his arm felt like it was sprained. "This is what you get you idiot!", Lotor yelled as he threw his beer bottle at Keith. Keith jumped out of the way, but the glass skinned his cheek, which now started to bleed. Keith then looked up at Lotor. He knew this wasn't the man he used to love. No this is a man he never loved. "LOTOR THATS IT WERE DONE!", Keith yelled. Lotor was about to say more, but Keith ran up and kicked him in the balls. Lotor yelled in pain and fell to the ground. Keith, even though he was injured, picked the man up and opened his front door. He then threw Lotor so hard that the railing outside shook. Kieth then looked Lotor straight in the eyes. "Go suck a dick you trash ex-boyfriend". And with that Keith slammed the door.

I don't even know what I did with this chapter...