Slow dance with you

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Krolia sat awkwardly while Keith was staring out the window boredly as they waited for their drinks and food at a coffee shop.

"Hey Keith, here's your green tea, I put extra honey in it how you like it," a girl with bright red hair came over with the drinks as Keith helped her with the plates she balanced on one arm.

"Thanks ezor, acxa around too?" Keith asked taking the lid off his cup to let it cool down.

"Nah she's still in school, Hey I'm thinking of bringing Zethrid home for Christmas, Lotor said go for it but I'm really nervous," ezor gasped staying around.

"I agree with him, when lance brought me back to his place his family was amazing, yours will love zethrid too," Keith smiled at her as he completely forgot about his mother with him.

"Thanks Keith... who's this lovely lady?" Ezor smiled at krolia.

"I'm krolia, Keith's-" "an old friend of my dad," Keith cut her off as krolia looked at him wide eyes but nodded.

"Aw well nice to meet you, see you later Keith," ezor winked as she left the two alone.

"If people ask, your not my mother," Keith glared at her a little.

"I'd like to make things right Keith... the things you said earlier isn't something a mother should've allowed, I should've stayed..." krolia looked at him gently as Keith sipped his tea.

"Yea no shit," Keith scoffed. He looked at the table with narrowed eyes thinking of what he said before, they were all true but he's never told anyone before, never told shiro about some, he's the only one that knew of him being addicted to pills that made him feel better, or going out at night to smoke weed with other druggies, and shiro helped him a lot even before they dated.

But no one knew of his foster parents and him selling himself to other people to just pay rent...

"Your a pretty guy Kogane, follow your mothers lead and do something about it," his foster mother smiled down at him as she had fresh hickies on her chest with her bleached hair was in a mess as she smoked a cigarette near him.

"I'm only fourteen you bitch," the younger Keith grumbled sitting as far as he could.

"Younger you are more money kid, you complain about this shit hole, do something about it," she scoffed standing up. "Take it from ya ma,"

"Your not my mother!" Keith screamed knocking the chair over.

"Desperate times," he sighed. "I was desperate to get away from foster homes, desperate to not just be someone's pet then they get bored only for another family after family to take me in,"

Krolia nodded listening.

"Do you know what I've been through?" His voice cracked a little.

"People trying to replace my parents, drinks saying that dad wasn't man enough to raise a son if he dies on his eight year old, whores telling me I need a mommy to look after me, saying I need mother's love but I never knew what that was in the first place," Keith tried to control his temper as they where in public.

"I mean thank god your alive and want to be something to me but everyone walks out on me krolia, and your just another woman wanting to try being a mother to me," he laughed harshly with tears in his eyes.

"I can't keep doing this, blood or not this feels exactly what the foster homes were like," Keith looked at her with no emotions in his eyes as he was just tired.

"I'm not leaving you again, I'm never leaving you ever again," krolia said seriously.

Keith stared at her with wide eyes as he didn't know whether to believe her or not. If this was three years ago, or even last year when he was still in his shit, he would've been happy someone was still out there that wanted to mean something to him, a mother, but his life was great right now. He didn't need her...

"I need air," He rasped standing up quickly as he left his tea behind and walked out the door wiping a tear away on his cheek before anyone could see.

Keith started walking down the side walk quickly but his feet picked up faster and faster until he was in a sprint down the streets not caring when people parted on the sidewalk to avoid getting hit by him.

He ran to his apartment and slammed the door so hard he might've cracked it a little. He panted with wide eyes noticing his face was drenched in tears.

He inhaled deeply and let out a scream of rage, frustration, and sorrow. Keith fell to his knees screaming with tears racing down his face while his hands where griping his hair tightly, letting the screams turn into sobs.

"No!" An eight year old shrieked as large men held him back. He screamed and cried and kicked and did anything to try getting out of the grown men's grip but they still struggled.

"DAD!"

Keith threw a picture on the coffee table across the room as he saw it shatter against the wall. It was only a picture he took for an art project. Nothing more. He grabbed another picture frame and threw it again and shoved a lamp off the table.

"Why didn't you come when I needed a mom?!" Keith screamed as he grabbed another picture frame but stopped himself from throwing it.

It was a picture of him as a toddler trying to help his father fix a motorcycle while he was wearing his dads firefighter helmet for 'safety'.

Keith covered his mouth with trembling hands as he dropped it making the picture shatter anyways at his feet. He let out a loud sob holding his stomach backing away from the broken glass. He hated this feeling.

He couldn't be here right now...

So he left and started to run somewhere again. Anywhere.

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Keith slowed down running as he saw a house more outside of the city but no cars in the driveway, but the toys and bikes lingered on the lawn.

"Lance?" Keith gulped knocking on the door of the McClain residence. No one was home.

He slowly sat on the porch stairs as he wiped his tears quickly but his eyes stung and could tell they where all red and puffy, he hated crying, he never cried. Last time he cried like this was... was for a week when his father died; the day of and for the rest of that week, crying, breaking things, screaming at people. He was expelled at school for giving a kid a concussion and broken nose.

He didn't know how long he was there for, he sat with his head down and hands tucked in, he didn't have his phone, he forgot it somewhere he didn't know... maybe with krolia, maybe still at home.

He didn't hear a car pull up or a dog barking as he couldn't hear anything, the world was muffled to him as his eyes where blurry. His throat hurt from screaming and his hands would only stop shaking if they where tucked under his stomach.

"Hey you, where you been?"