Perfectly Imperfect. - Klance Au D:BH

| CHAPTER 9 | You. |

And I watched you break
Like glass you shatter
Said it's my mistake, I make things harder
So I tried my best, to shut my mouth
But all the thoughts I hid dug their way out

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Keith slammed the car door shut, Lance follows. Keith placed his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, looking at Lance nervously.

The whole ride home was quiet after what Lance said. Keith knew Lotor wasn't the best out there, but looking Lance's expression he knew something way more horrendous is about to happen. Even though the car was just filled with silence, that silence was filled with both of the men's thoughts.

What Lance thought the whole time was, well...

'I'm fucked.'

Lotor never liked it when Lance was out to late, even though it's just 9:00PM. It pisses him off, Lance is 24 after all! He's an adult, he knows what he's doing and he's careful. As much as Lance hated this side of Lotor, what he hated the most is when he's upset.

He is absolutely terrifying.

Lance shakily reached for the door that would lead to hell. Firmly grasping the knob, he takes a deep breath, and opens the door. As expected, Lotor was standing there, clearly pissed. Keith places the bags on top of the dining table, as Lotor scoffed.

"You even got it dressed up?"

"He, Lotor. He is not an 'it'." Lance corrected, crossing his arms.

"That's not the point. You know how much I hate it when you come home late." Lotor reminded. Grabbing Lance's wrist roughly, causing Lance to flinch a bit.

"You said come home before 10PM! Plus I'm an adult, you don't order me the fuck around." Lance said, aggression coming to the surface. He moved his wrist out of Lotor's.

"Not only did you not listen to my rules, you even got our android looking like a fucking fool. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Especially when he looks like this!" Lotor yelled, pointing directly at Keith. "Ridiculous. Not to mention childish."

"Who fucking cares! He's our android! We were just having fun like normal people!" Lance defended.

"Except the fact that Keith isn't a person, Lance. He's an android, I prefer him to wear his original uniform." Lotor said.

"Well you weren't with us! I don't give a single shit if you prefer for him to wear different fabric." Lance said, freezing once he saw Lotor's cold eyes look at his figure. He towered over him, his eyes felt like it was slowly cutting Lance up.

"You won't be leaving this house for the next couple of days." Lotor ordered. Those words felt like needles stabbing Lance's skin.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Lance shouted. Lotor completely ignoring him.

"Keith, if Lance even sets a foot outside of this house, alert me." Lotor demanded, Keith's eyes widening, but slowly he nodded.

"You don't get to decide where I'm going you jackass!" Lance shouted again. He tried to open his mouth again to protest Lotor's order, but his jaw met up with Lotor's fist instead. Lance stumbled, his back hitting the wall with a loud 'thump!'. Keith gasped, watching Lance rubbing his jaw. Lotor grabbing Lance's face roughly, forcing Lance's direction to look at him.

Only him.

"Don't even try, or do you want me to do something way more dreadful than boiling water?" Lotor threatened. Lance immediately froze after hearing boiled water, he stopped fighting against Lotor's strong grip, and let himself fall onto the floor. He started sweating, his hands clenching desperately onto his legs.