Slice

Chapter 1

You would think, would you not, that team Voltron doesn't get hurt, at least not badly. That they are invincible, both inside and out. 

You are wrong.

Or you would be, had it not been for one specific member that uncovered something horrific, something that would quickly change his life forevermore. It was something that, unlike anything else, got under his skin so to speak; something that would leave him with scars he thought not possible anymore.

Scars inside his mind.

He thought they were over; he thought he'd had enough.

Keith had lived his life, a small amount of it yes, but Keith had indeed carried on, however much he wanted to end it. The boy had persevered through his life before he left his house, yet after his supposed mother left; had lived through the constant scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the continuous pain brought on by fists, feet, bottles, knives, bats and other things he could not now name for they had blurred together over the years. The pain of knowing that the one doing these things to him was the one meant to raise him, to encourage him to do well in life, to support him. 

Not to tell him that he should die.

Nor that he is the reason his mother left.

Not even that he deserved all that he got, all the pain inflicted upon him. 

Alas, that is how it was for too many years, some may say. 

But then he moved on; got out of that horrid place and to the Garrison. This was where more than one person would beat him near daily-some days his father would be too drunk to do anything but snore, mouth wide open and unconscious, on the worn patched sofa, surrounded by glass bottles. Yes, this is where he was introduced to something called bullying. Only the way he found out was that it was being done to himself.

The roommate he had for the first year or so of his Garrison 'career' started it after seeing an opportunity after Keith was dressing, privately, in the bathroom and witnessed all the marks on his body. 

He had been made to do more than clean and cook for his father and the other men he brought round. 

Long slivers around various parts of his body still red from the most recent 'session' were quite clearly visible. On his thighs, below his shoulders, hips, neck, abdomen, back, knees, ankles and wrists laid red, slightly purple-ish bruises along with other smaller, rounder ones all over him. Some were bigger than others, those turning yellow-ish and slightly green and others even bigger than those in the forms of handprints for... various reasons. Cuts littered his body as well like streaks of ash in once smooth snow. They tainted him, a body so slim and delicate looking for a boy his age; almost feminine with the slight curves of his hips and petite neck and shoulders, all topped off with previously stunning, porcelain skin and a pretty face. Thick, full eyebrows with a slight slant, perfectly sized nose with a slim bridge, full, pink lips just on the smaller side, making the rest of his features appear even more beautiful. A smooth jawline, high, defined cheekbones with a miniscule rouge touch made up his face. But nothing could compare  to the most beautiful feature about him.

His eyes.

So mysterious and swirling with secrets; their colour not completely true to any description. Large irises of a grey-blue so deep and mesmerising housed deep pupils shining from the rays brightening them so. If he had the right expression on, you could say they were doe-like. But all finished with long, thick dark lashes that the boy staring at him in that moment could only fantasise about lowering into submissiveness. 

All in all, the boy standing terrified before the other was breathtaking and one that the other could definitely say would turn a straight man gay in an instant. So, what could he do? Leave the room respectfully and ask him about his wishes later? No. He was a teenage boy with a messed-up mindset at the door of an angelic devil, he will come to realise, and so advanced on Keith. 

Quivering in upmost fear, Keith did not even attempt to run away - he was too used to staying where he was. This lead to him being violated again and, with the days, weeks, months and years to come for him, a lot more. 

765 words.

This will be a story so if by some miraculous chance you liked it, I won't leave you on some sad cliffhanger. I never actually got round to what I was meant to be writing about and instead went onto a tangent about how Keith was abused but oh well, I'll get on track with the next chapter. Sorry if this disturbs you, I promise I will not go into detail about any of the rape stuff. It disgusts me but is kind of relevant so it was needed. Sorry. And goodnight! Or good day! Or... or... whatever. Also! No artwork is mine unless I specifically say it is mine and I WILL NOT LIE!!! You will know anyway 'cause mine in Hella crap. Anyhow.

See ya~

~Author