𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧 (Kangst/Klance)

Chapter Eight: Nightmare

Keith's POV:

If only Allura wouldn't have forced me to sleep, none of this might have happened...

Who am I kidding, it would have happened whether she put me to sleep or not.

There are just some things you can never escape... no matter how hard you try-

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Keith's POV:

The room was cold, much like the man holding me. The lighting harsh and bright.

My eardrums could barely process what I was hearing as I felt my eyes sting from the tears.

"He's Kevin Kogane's son, y'know, the firefighter guy or something who died yesterday.", the man explained, his hand gripping my shoulder tightly. He listened for a moment as the other end responded before rolling his eyes in frustration, "Of course I've checked, this brat doesn't have anyone to call his own and even if they're was anyone, they would be wise not to speak up."

I struggled as his fingers dug into my skin, his harsh hold preventing me from running off as he talked on his expensive sleek black phone.

"He's tried to run back into the burned remains of the site- you'll probably need to restrain him when you pick him up.", he warned as I considered biting his wrist, "Stupid kid won't accept the reality already."

"My dad isn't dead!!! He's a firefighter!!", I screamed at the towering man over me, "I'll prove it to you! I'll prove it, just watch!!", I continued to yell as I glanced out the window.

I could see the smoldering ruins of the house that my pop had disappeared in, the memory still fresh in my mind. The smell and taste of smoke in my lungs as the roof collapsed, full with hungry yellow flames.

The heat had been intense. My eyes had shimmered with tears from the smoke and flame before I was even near it and the dread that had immediately found its way to my heart.

It was poison...

It still stung my throat then and now as I ran to try to find him. The bright lights and screaming sirens and shouts of police and other firefighters had filled my ears into a deafening roar as I was pulled back. The 'it's to late' and 'he's gone kid' were told over and over to me but I denied it all.

Called them liars... I screamed. I fought. I tried to run. Until I was brought here with this cold business man with his perfect suit and harsh manner.

I glared at him as he stared at me unamused and shoved me into a chair.

"Don't be stupid. He's gone.", he stated, "The only thing you'll find is ash and maybe, just maybe, a smoking corpse. There's nothing for you to prove.", he said his voice clipped.

"How can you just stand there so heartlessly?!!", I screamed standing up, "DOING NOTHING?!? Except trying to keep me here in this prison from my father, you bitch!"

I felt my chest tighten with fear and shock as the word left my mouth.. not because I feared what he would do because I called him that, but because I promised I would never say the word.

I've never used it except for the one time I repeated it two months ago.

Dad told me to never say it. And I promised I wouldn't.

And as soon as he was gone, I had just used it. How could I...??

I took a step back my eyes wide, sitting down in the chair silently with my head hung low with shame. I could smell the smoke from my stained red shirt as more wet tears ran down my face.