Dad.
Father.
Which one do you want to be?
I fear that you wouldn't like what I thought of you. I fear that you'd punish me for it. I'm almost eighteen. I shouldn't shake at the sight of a belt or a stick found outside. I should wear a belt with a tuxedo for a beautiful, blonde girl in a prom dress. I should throw a stick at my golden lab during a game of fetch. Not tremor. Not quiver.
Why can't I speak? Why do I croak, crack, and cry instead?
And still, I love you. How come I never hear those words back?
Not from you.
Not from anybody.
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Deep In // Klance AU
FanfictionThe first night of summer vacation for Keith was spent at a kick off party. Kids sent their homework and test grades in a spiral of flames during the bonfire, they did drugs, and they drank till they passed out. Keith, unfortunately, remembered the...
