Lances pov

"Babe your back."I say quickly and stand up from my spot on the bed. He just gives me a glare and slaps my face.

"What'd I say about speaking."he snarls our. Instead of answer I put my head down. He just scoffs and lays on the bed in our room.

"U-um can I leave the room?"I ask him, he looks at me with a glare before standing up.

"Do you think you deserve to leave? Do you think you have earned the privilege to exit the room I have provided you from the safety of the others."he growls out slowly stalking closer to me.

"N-no"I say already fearing what he might do next.

"No that's right. Besides what makes you think those people would want to see your annoying and worthless face."he says and stands next to me. I can already feel the ghost of his bom blade against my skin.

"N-no one wants to see me..."I whisper out. Then I feel myself pushed against the wall and I stumble to the floor.

"What did I say about talking?!"he shouts, the sound proof walls keeping everyone else from hearing our conversation. Before I could answer I feel the tip of his foot slam into my gut and I find myself clutching my stomach wheezing out trying to catch my voice. Soon more attacks come. His feet ram into my sides and my stomach, his fists slam into my face. Pain wells up from every surface on my body that he can access.

Finally it all stops, the world is fuzzy, and I can't move, pain is radiating from my being and I can hear Keith panting.

"Hope you learned your lesson."he says and I hear the bed squeak as he falls on it. The thought of laying next to Keith's side comforted by his warmth, and held like I was glass in his arms sounded so nice right now...but I couldnt stand, I hurt so much and I felt so numb.

So maybe tonight, I'll sleep on the floor.

Time skip

I open my eyes the room is dimly lit. The pain is slightly less so I sit up. I find myself on the bed with bandages on my body and see a note on the bedside table.

I fixed you up after last night babe, I'm so sorry about that I didn't mean for it to go that far, I just care about you so much and want you to be good enough for the rest of the team.

~Keith

I feel my heart well up with joy at the note, he cares so much about me. With a little smile on my face I put on my makeup and walk to the dinning room and see the team.

"Late as always"allura says and I take a seat next to keith, I sit down my whole body aching as I press against the chair. I see the spot next to me is now filled with our new team member, lotor. (In this world the whole team is there and allura doesn't pilot a lion)

He sticks his hand out and smiles at me, i filch as his hand gets closer.

"Lotor."he says. I put my hand out to shake his but before I can touch it I feel something smash my foot into the floor. So hard that the only way I kept from yelping was to bite my tung.  I pull my hand back and the pain releases.

"Lance."I say and turn my head back to face the floor. I don't even attempt to eat knowing that when I get back to our room Keith will tell me the truth, that it will only make me uglier.

Soon Keith leaves the table and I stand to follow him, so he doesn't get angrier later.

"Wait lance aren't you going to eat?"lotor asks, he's the only who's ever noticed.

"Um...I-im not that hungery."I stutter out and trip over my own feet as I hastily catch up to Keith.

We walk into the training deck and Keith gets his sword out, I turn my bayard into a gun and we train against each other. I can't hit Keith or he will punish me for my actions, but Keith is allowed to hit me, touch me in any way he pleases, it's a lesson each time, it's my punishment for letting him get close. In real battle if the galra can attack me they won't hesitate...he's just trying to make me better and keep me safe.

"Enough training"Keith says and he kisses my forehead.

"Try harder next time"he says and walks off. Once he leaves I collapse. I curl up on myself and hold my stomach that is bleeding, I can't go to the infirmary even if I had the strength to walk, this is my punishment for being weak.

I choke back my sobs and put all my energy into staying awake.

"Lance!"I hear a British accent shout and footsteps get closer to me.

"What happened here?"the breathy tone of lotor says panic evident in his voice.

"M-messed up training."I murmur our.

"We need to get you to the healing pods."lotor says and he try's to pick me up but I start wriggling in his arms a new found energy devoted to not getting punished again.

"No! Wait please! H-he won't like this!"I shout, but no matter how I try my newly replenished energy diminishes quickly, and all I want to do is be in Keith's arms again, so I can close my eyes and go to sleep surrounded by his warmth.

"You need a pod lance."he says sternly and picks me up from my spot on the ground, now I can see the puddle I left. The moment he lifts me I hear him gasp and lift his arms up and down as if weighing the object in them....that's me.

Got keith was right. I soon deal horrifically embarrassed that lotor now knows how heavy I was.

But he doesn't seem to pay to much mind and rushes me to the pod.

Time skip

I fall out of the pod and a pair of arms catches me. My eyes first meet with the beautiful eyes of my boyfriend.

"Keith."I whisper out, an angered look only remains on his face.

"Lance what were you thinking!you could have died!"he yells at me, I shudder at his tone of voice and feel my muscles tense up ready for a stinging pain to my cheek but I don't get one, that's when I realize the others are in the room. We go through the routine, they worry about me ask if I was okay, but I knew they didn't care, keith tolled me what they say behind my back, those bastards only wish for my death.

After I'm done being bombarded with questions Keith takes me to our room, I can't help but feel fear crawl up my spine as I had done the wrong thing.

Once we get into our room he takes out a knife and faces me.

"You stupid, arrogant, self centered, bastard. You were gonna leave me, why would you leave me. Has my protection over you not been enough, have I not cared for you, loved you, stayed by your side, when no one else wanted too?"keith asks me. He gets closer and I feel the cold of his blade press against my skin.

"N-no y-you've been e-enough."I whimper ourt, but no matter what I say it's not enough. The knife penetrates my skin, I feel a slow fire set ablaze in each crevice he makes, pulling his knife along agonizingly slow.

But I know I deserve this. He makes so many marks and the world starts to get fuzzy, the deprecating words he speaks soon are hard to understand and all I can smell is the metallic stench of Keith's love.

Soon the pain has stopped and a clinging sound is heard and I lay alone in the dark room.

"I'm bleeding out...so if the last thing that I do is bring you down then I bleed out for you..." I whisper out to Keith even though I know he left the room.

I feel around for the clinging sound...Keith's knife. Finally I grasp the cold blade and I feel a sense of calm fill me. I hold it tighter and press it against my own skin.

"So I bare my skin and I count my sins and I close my eyes and I take it in."I murmur, my voice becoming lighter and the need to sleep is slowly overpowering.

I have only been a burden to him, it's best if I reales him from the pain of me.

I bleed out for you...for you...