Tw: a toxic and abusive relationship
Self harm
Alcoholics
Abuse like stated before )

No one P.O.V

A figure sat in the cold rain, gripping their face tightly as they tried to stop themselves from crying, not wanting tears to fall and sting their wounds along with hurt their broken pride.

The figure would stand shakily, their legs seeming like they might just buckle under them at any moment.

They began to walk, their breath shaky and their body shivering from the frigid rain that ran down their back.

It seemed like days to them that they walked through the cold rain, when truly it had been a few more hours. Their brain was in a confused and scared flurry, unsure of what to do. A part of them told them fearfully that maybe they should go back, that their lover would beat them again if they found out they had left.

Another part was merely unsure of where to go, scared and alone and being in the cold didn't help them much.

And just as they thought they had enough issues going on at once, Their stomach began to rumble, pain erupting from that same are. A memory would flash through their mind as they remembered that they hadn't eaten anything today due to their girlfriend.

The figure would try to ignore it as they kept walking, not exactly knowing which direction they were walking, or even where their feet seemed to be leading them.

Soon enough however their hunger and pain eventually got to them and they fell to the ground, the only sounds heard were the pouring rain that thundered around them.

For a moment they stayed there, laying on the ground while feeling utterly hopeless and helpless, hating these feelings but not knowing what to do with them.

So he lied there on the ground for a while.

Eventually he would stand to his feet shakily once again, Only to fall. However this time he accidentally crashed into some empty trash cans that had been hidden in the shadows of the building in front of him.

A shout of alarm was hears from inside the house, lights flicking on and  the figure would only lay there on the ground, too weak too move or to run away. If they died they wouldn't care at this point, their body ached all over and they were pretty sure they were bleeding still from their wounds that had received before running away.

A light shone on their form as a door was opened from the front of the house, and the figure laid there, Not caring how much it hurt his eyes, his mind numb as he became closer and closer to passing out.

"Pico..!? Is that you!?" Was the last thing he heard before he promptly passed out.

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When he came too he would hold his head, groaning softly from the headache that soon erupted.

"Fuck...my head.." he groans out, both his eyes still squeezed shut. However he soon noticed that there was bandages around the right half of his face, and that he currently only wore a tang top while bandages were wrapped around his arms and mid section.

"Wha....who did this.." he mumbles softly before looking around. "Where Am I...?" He asks himself, silently trying to see if he recognized this room.

A door opened and he jolted from fear and surprise, looking over to the door, either prepared to run or fight whatever cane through the door.

"Your awake now...that's good.." a voice very familiar to him says gently before another person walked through the door.

"Keith...?" He mumbles out in slight surprise. "Why...why am I here...why are you here....where is here..?!" Questions flooded from pico instantly and keith stood there, letting him get it all out of his system, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he let's him talk.

"I found you outside...and I saw you were injured so I took care of your injuries..and right now your in my house....now I have a question for you.." Keith would say this all gently to pico though his voice became a bit serious at the end.

"...yes..?"

"Why were you in the cold...why were you hurt...if your comfortable talking about it.." he says softly

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"Hey..slow down there..!" Keith chuckles as he watched pico scarf down the food as fast as he could.

Pico would freeze with a piece of pizza in his mouth, staring at keith silently for a moment.

Pico slowly set the pizza down and looked away. "Sorry.." he mumbles, Staring at the ground like he had been scolded.

Pico would look back up when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Hey...don't worry...you can eat as much as you want okay..?..I just want you to slow down a bit so you won't choke on it.." keith says gently, concern for pico flashing in his eyes.

Pico nodded at this silently before eating again.

Keith watched him, many thoughts and questions that hadn't been answered running through his head.

Why dis his friend eat like he hadn't eaten in years?, why was he outside unconscious in the cold last night? Why had he been injured? Why had he even gone to him of all people?

All these questions he desperately wanted answers too, but he would wait no matter how much it worried him, not wanting to make pico uncomfortable when he brought them  up.

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GF sighed softly as pico told her what had happened. "Pico...you stayed in his house for almost a week...and it's clear he cared about your well being and is concerned about you....I think it's time you tell him what's been going on..." she said gently, pico flinched at her words, quickly shaking his head.

"I know your scared...but keith isn't like that..he won't do that to you...you should know that.." GF would fall silent after finishing her sentence.

"....maybe later..." he mumbles out and GF nods at that.

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"What's this about..?" Keith hums, sitting on the couch and getting comfortable.

"...I'm going to answer all your questions...just don't interrupt me...okay?" Pico says softy, his body shaking and his hands clenched into fists nervously at his sides.

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Keith hummed a tune softly, rubbing Pico's back gently, pico's head laid on his chest as his form was slightly curled up by his side.

Many months has past since pico told keith about everything he went through with Cassandra and keith had comforted him about it.

Keith and pico eventually ended up dating, Once Keith taught pico what real love was he began to help pico with his trauma.

The two of then were relaxing, cuddling eachother in a way they were comfortable, however soon a knock on the door disrupted them.

Pico opened his eyes. "Huh?" He looks towards the door.

A voice rang out and pico soon began to shake, and he gripped Keith's shirt.

"Ssh...it's gonna be okay pico..I'll handle it.." he mumbles, kissing his head gently before getting up.

Pico hides behind the couch, holding His head tightly.

For a moment there is arguing before there is silence and keith comes back in.

"She's gone now..and she won't come back pico...it's okay..." Keith says softly,  sitting down and holding his arms out for him.

Pico stares silently at him before hugging him tightly. "Thank you.." he mumbles softly.

"Of course....I'll always protect you..no matter what.." keith mumbles out before kissing his head again.