The smell of Coffee and coconut

16. A year ago (flashback)

TW/ physical abuse, homophobia, self-harm, eating disorders

"You're what now?" Keith's dad asked, he was holding a knife, cutting mushrooms. Keith and his mom looked at him in fear.

"So you're really telling me you're gay?"

Keith silently nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. His dad came closer, still holding his kitchen knife.

He held it up against Keith's throat, threatening to cut it open.

"DAD" Shiro screamed in anger, their dad looked in his way.

"Shiro, this is between me and your brother" he said, still holding the knife close to Keith's throat.

"Dad, you don't wanna do this"

"I'll do what I want, this is MY house."

"Dad, let him go" Shiro begged his father, Keith was sobbing and crying and their mom was trying not to explode.

Keith's dad took the knife away but grabbed Keith's arm. He dragged him to the stairs and almost threw him in the basement.

Keith's mom held back a scream and cried in silence. His dad stormed out the house and drove away.

They rushed downstairs to check if Keith was ok, he had a broken arm and a cracked skull. They went to the hospital, Keith was sitting on the hospital bed and Shiro dragged his mom out of the room. He rested his hand on his mom's shoulder and looked her straight in the eyes.

"If you don't leave soon, he'll kill him" he said with worry in his voice.

"I know, honey." She hugged her son and cried in his arms.

*time skip to a month later*

Keith didn't go to school as often, since the incident.
"You should eat less"
"You eat too much"
"You're gonna get fat"

His dad often told him, so he did as told, he didn't eat. He stayed in his room all day, never eating, talking. He only ever drank what his mom or brother brought him.
He even passed out one time at school.

Sometimes, he would scratch his arms until they bled. He kept scratching and scratching.
One day, he sat down on the floor and grabbed that blade in the bathroom cabinet he tried to ignore. He put it against his skin and finally applied pressure.

He watched the blood drip on the floor and washed his arm.

"It's ok, it's just one cut" he told himself.

Boy was he wrong..

A/N:
I absolutely do NOT romanticize self harm OR eating disorders, as a person who personally struggles with those issues I can promise you it's not fun.

This is just for backstory so you can know more about Keith.

P.S:
How're you doing today? I hope you have a great day, you deserve it💗💗