Under that red hoodie √

The boy in the brown house

The back door made a loud creek sound immediately blowing his cover.

"Get in here now!"

Keith shut the back door and sighed before he entered the living room.

"Where the fuck were you!?"

"I was... out."

The man stood up from his place on the couch and went up in Keith's face.

"I'm not going to ask you again, where the fuck were you!?"

"The park! I was at the park okay?"

The older man threw Keith against the wall and pinned his shoulders down.

"You ungrateful piece of shit!"
He kneed Keith in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

He threw Keith to the ground and kicked his side's multiple times.
Keith whined in pain as his father finished him off with a punch in the face. His face collided with the several sharp rings his father was wearing.

He walked away and sat back on the couch.

Keith could barely move. He crawled over to his backpack and slowly made his way upstairs to his bedroom.

He shut his door and locked it before collapsing into his bed.

He took out his phone and clicked shiros contact.

"Hello?"

"Hey... shiro um..."
Keith felt his eyes well up with tears.

"Keith? Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm, yeah, I'm fine just um, wanted to ask you something. "

"Okay, what is it?"
"Can you drive me to school tomorrow? I want to leave early and don't want to wait for the bus."

"Yeah, I'll come by your place around 6:20 how about that?"

"That's perfect. Thanks shiro."

"No problem... Keith? Are you sure you're alright? You sound upset."

Keith quickly wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, shiro I'm fine. Just tired."

"Okay, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight shiro."

"Night Keith."

Keith hung up the phone and placed it on his night stand.

He stood up and went into his bathroom to check on his injuries.

He lifted up his shirt and revealed three new bruises on his chest. He stared into the mirror and looked at all his scars and cuts and healing bruises all over his body.

He angrily threw his shirt off and climbed into bed instantly falling asleep.

He was awakened by his alarm and quickly shut it off so his dad wouldn't hear.

He threw on a black t-shirt, black skinny jeans and his worn out red hoodie.

He quietly sneaked down the stairs and ran out the door to wait for shiro.

Not long after, a black truck appeared with shiro at the wheel.

"Woah, new car?"
Keith said as he climbed in the passenger seat.

"Yup, just got her yesterday. Do you like it?"

"Yeah! I actually do. It's nice."
Keith responded with a grin.

"Ha, thanks--- woah, Keith? What happened!?"

Shiro suddenly asked.

"What are you talking about?"