It Started With A Derby (Klance Au)

Chapter 38

I-I got a hair cut. And I now have very short hair..

But my sisters hate it and are calling me Justin Bieber. I don't know how to feel

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A scream rang out throughout the house followed by a "Hallelujah!"

People quickly rushed to where the scream came from, only to find Pidge.

"Pidge? What is it?" Shiro questioned.

"I found the car!" Pidge exclaimed.

"Awesome job Pidge." Krolia praised her. "Where is it?"

Kora's breath hitched as she watched the red dot move past streets she recognized, on the computer screen. "Mom."

"What is it?"

"Alec." Kora said trying to stay calm. "They're at Alec's."

Krolia didn't know what to do.

Kora quickly pulled out her phone and called her best friend. "Please, please, please."

"Kora! How's your vacation going?"

"Alec, are you at home?"

"Yeah, I have nothing to do. My parents went out without me."

"Listen to me Alec. You need to get out of there now." Kora instructed pacing around the room.

"Why?"

"You're in danger! Run out your backdoor and get away from there." Kora told him. "Now."

"I-"

"ALEC!" Kora shouted. "JUST DO IT! I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING AFTER!"

"Hang on."

"Alec, why are you such an idiot?" Kora questioned, her eyebrow twitching. "Get out of there."

"I'm out." Alec reassured the girl. "Where do I go?"

Kora looked over at her mom. "Where does he go?"

"Nixon is going to pick him up." Kolivan told her. "Stay on the phone with him until then."

Kora nodded and walked off.

"What are we going to do?" Keith asked.

"Bring him here."

"What about his parents?" Lance questioned. "They'll be worried."

Keith's phone vibrated twice, signalling he had a text message. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to who was texting him. Everyone was in the same room as him.

"From, Unknown

Just because the boy is alive, doesn't mean he's broken.

*Image*

Good luck, Keith."

"Oh my god." Keith whispered, horrified to what he was seeing as his stomach turned.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Lance spat grabbing Keith's phone.

Alec's parents, chained up. Bruises and cuts covering their bodies. Dead.

"How the hell are we going to tell him?" Keith asked.

The room went silent before a member spoke up.

"Or we just don't tell him."

"How can you say that?" Keith growled looked over at the member who said that. "He's 13-"