💙❤️✨𝟚 𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤✨❤️💙

💔💔PTSD💔💔

(A/N: This is another Klance as parents Au. Their child's name is Luis so let's begin :D)
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of Abuse, Mental illnesses, Suicidal thoughts, Mention of Cutting, Depression, Panic attacks, Sexual Assault, Rape

Luis

Luis never had the best childhood growing up. Abusive father, somewhat around mother, mean older sister, and his old brother who would sexual assault him. He has been abused mentally and physically. This happened a long time ago, way before Keith and Lance adopted him when he was 5. Four years of the same fucking torture that caused permanent damage to his mind. He didn't tell a single soul. This plague him for the majority his life. He's now sixteen and he still hasn't told a single soul. A permanent fear of what would happen if he did. The fear of being held, loved, showed affection haunts him. He remembers everything by heart, which is weird because a lot of people don't remember their childhoods.

Luis remembers Keith and Lance, his parents, telling him that he would always cry when being held at first. They also did say that it took a few months until he was completely comfortable with being held. The sad thing about this is that he wants to tell him so bad what he had been through but couldn't. Too much anxiety, too much fear. This is eating him up from the inside. He feels like he's drowning. The constant flashbacks; he can hear his screams echoing in his head. No one helped him. He remembers his older sister just watching and recording. The thought makes him want to punch something. He's all alone.

The dark cloud above him tells him everyday that this feeling will never go away. He doesn't know what caused him to remember those dark times. Maybe it was because of health class or the fact that he was almost sexually assaulted in the gym's locker room. (Probably the second one.) The adrenaline, the constant heat flashes, the flashbacks; he just couldn't take it anymore.

He cut his wrist so many times, cut his thighs way too many times, and he still wants to die. Luis doesn't want to live anymore but he still holds his head up high. He asks everyday when will the pain end and he always gets the same answer. Never, It will never end.

"Lu?"

Luis let out a startled yelp and turned his head to his room door. He saw his dad standing at his door frame. "Y-Yeah?" Luis answers, sitting up on his bed.

"You wanna come eat now, buddy? Me and your papa are worried." Keith asks in a low tone, walking towards his son. He sat on the bed next to him and Luis tensed up real quick. 'I-It's just dad. Don't be scared. It's just dad, Luis.'

"You haven't eaten since Monday. Is something wrong?"

Luis shook his head no and brought his knees to his chest. Keith sighed and stared at the floor. "Luis, you've been more distant lately. Me and your papa don't know what caused it. Was it something we did?"

Luis's head hung low. "No, you guys didn't do anything." He mumbled, "I'm just not hungry."

"Luis," Keith started, "You're acting strange. My motherly instincts tells me that's something is up, what's wrong?" Keith turned his head to his son and reached out his hand to the younger.

Luis stared wide eyed at the pale hand and an immediate flashback happens.
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"P-Please stop!" Luis cries out, which only made his brother move more swiftly on pulling his pants down. "M-Max please!"

"Shh, you're going to love it little bro. Trust me." Max whispered softly as he unbuckled his pants. Max reached his hand to wipe away Luis's tears.
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"D-Don't touch me!" Luis yells and scooted to the farther part of his bed. "P-Please don't touch me!"

"Lu, what's wrong?!" Keith asked worriedly, he started getting closer to his son. Luis felt the heat all over again. The humiliation, the shortness of breath; he was experiencing the pain all over again.
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"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ella yelled at her blacked hair brother on top of Luis. "Shut the fuck up and get out!" Max retorted and vigorously pointed to his door.

"S-Sis, help me please!" Luis says with tears streaming down his cheeks. He reaches out to her only to have his hands slammed above his head. Ella, his sister, just stared at him. No signs of sympathy. She just smiled and pulled out her phone. "This is going to be great blackmail." She says with a sly grin. Max rolled his eyes and roughly placed his lips onto Luis. Luis cried into the kiss. From the corner of his eye he saw his older sister recording the whole thing. She was laughing at his pain.
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"Make it stop!" Luis shouted and gripped on his head. "Fucking make it stop!"

Keith panicked and wrapped his arms around the younger. It took Keith awhile to regain control of his voice again. "L-Lance!"
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"That's it baby bro. Hold the cry. Ah yeah, this is so much better than pussy."

Luis begged his brother nonstop to let him go. But he didn't. He saw his big sister fingering herself to the sight. "P-Please! S-Stop it!"

Max placed his lips onto Luis's to shut him up once again. Luis felt something he has never felt before. Something from his lower region. It felt unnatural, uneasy. A weird feeling, but it burned? "M-Max, it hurts!" Luis turned his head and cried out. He saw the devious smirk dancing on his older brother's face.
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"Luis, breathe with me."
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"I'm gonna release my warm seed into you, Luis. Get ready babybro." Max bit and left hickeys all over Luis's small sensitive neck. Ella was still recording after she orgasmed a couple times.
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"Luis focus on me, okay?!"

"I-I'm..g-gonna.."
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"Luis!"

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His family left behind a broken soul. Luis stared at his hospital room ceiling wondering what he did wrong, wondering what the fuck he did to deserve that pain. He didn't deserve it. He really fucking didn't deserve it.
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A/N: AHHHHHH SORRY! This probably wasn't very klancey 👉🏾👈🏾😭 I tried to add fluff at the end to make the chapter less sad but I'm guessing it didn't work. Fluff chapter is up next and it will in fact be more Klancey than this chapter. Trigger warnings were at the beginning and if you skipped over those and that caused you have some sort of panic attack that's your fault. You should've read and listened to the trigger warnings. I'm not taking responsibility for that. I gave you a warning but you still read on. That's definitely not my problem. I'm not trying to sound insensitive or anything but I gave warning so sorry if it came out as insensitive. If this did happen to you then I'm very sorry and I hope you heal well 💖

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