Revolve: treat as the most important element.

Keith pov

"W-What?" I stammered and began to tremble.
"Who? Who is it?" I asked, My voice breaking and cracking.
Dane didn't respond.
"Dane..." I said and put my hand on his arm.
He balled his hand into a fist.
"You have an uncle Keith..." He trailed off.
"Come sit down" He said.
He put his hand on my shoulder and we sat down at the breakfast bar.
His Amber eyes looked bloodshot, almost like he had been crying.
He just looked tired.
His greying stubble made him look older, This paired with eye bags.
I was still shaking.
"It's okay. Just let me explain. Christine will be home in a bit to back me up" Dane said and rubbed my arm.
I spun my chair to face him.
He bit his lip again.
"You have an uncle. That's who sent all that stuff. The police deputy just called me at work and broke the news. I came home as soon as I could to come talk with you" He began.
"B-But I thought m-my da-him. I thought he was an only child" I stuttered.
"He wasn't" Dane said coldly.
"He has a brother. The guy was in juvi as a teenager a bunch and got arrested for drunk driving and assault in the first few years of adulthood. He's been in prison for almost your whole life because of robbery and property damage. He just got out about a year ago. You were the only family he had. Nobody knows what happened to your grandparents...Until he confessed" Dane said.
I felt myself get light headed.
I could muster a sound.
Dane then got up and got me some water.
"He killed them, Didn't he?" I mumbled and looked at the floor.
I looked back and Dane nodded.
"So after my parents died, He couldn't take me because he was in prison" I said.
Everything clicked.
Dane nodded again.
"I thought I didn't have any family left. Why did I not know about this?" I asked.
"Because" Dane began.
"Because Christine and I kept it from you. None of your foster parents dug deep enough to learn about this. We did" He explained.
Tears pricked my eyes.
"So...He killed my grandparents?" I asked, For confirmation.
"Yes. I'm not going to get into detail. That's why nobody could find a trace of them. They dropped off the face of the earth because they sold all their belongings and went to live on the road. They lived in a small town. Nobody cared enough to learn where they went. He killed them yes. I'm not going to tell you-You don't need this" Dane said.
"He got out of prison and just after he began sending all that stuff. He stalked us Keith...He followed you to school. He watched our house. He found you from your Facebook. He saw that we moved and came here from Nevada. He was locked up there and came here just to do a bunch of jacked up shit that targeted you. The man is mentally ill. After his fingerprints were found on one of the notes the police took as evidence they found him in the system and had a recent search for him. They found him today and he confessed to everything. He's got a life sentence now" Dane explained.
I broke down.
Right then and there.
I began to cry.
Ugly hysteric sobs escaped my mouth.
Dane hugged me tightly.
"He can't hurt you now. He's locked away for life. He's never going to be near us again. That man is a messed yo monster. The caught him" Dane said and rubbed my back.
"I thought things were getting better" I choked out.
"They are. He's gone Keith. This is so much better than before" Dane said.
Then we heard the front door open.
It was Christine.
It was around noon so I'm assuming she'd go pick Meenah and Cole up later.
"Keith..." She said. I broke away from Dane and ran over to hug her.
I sobbed into her neck and she rubbed my back.
"It's okay, It's okay" She cooed and kissed my hair.
"Come sit him back down" Dane said.
Her and I walked back to the kitchen. I sat in between them.
"I just told him most of the story" Dane said.
Christine held my hands.
"That man is a goddamn psychopath. If I ever get the chance to see him I'll beat his ass with my bare hands for hurting Keith like this" Christine growled.
"I'm so sorry" I sobbed.
"For what? None of this is your fault honey" Christine said.
"It is...If you guys never chose to foster me none of this would of been dragged into your lives. You guys don't need this! I feel like I'm such a burden. I almost constantly need to be monitored, I have to go to therapy, My hospital bills, My medication. I'm sorry I'm so messed up" I cried.
"I've caused this family so much heartbreak and pain. Had you guys just picked out another younger kid this wouldn't of been such a problem" I added. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
"Don't you dare say that!" Christine barked.
"You are one of the best things to ever happen to us. From the beginning you've brought us so much joy. You belong here Keith. This is your home. We are your family. You deserve to be happy. All of this medication and therapy is all to make you happy. It seems to be working so far. I wouldn't trade you for the entire world. You are so special and it hurts me to hear you talk like that" Christine said firmly.
"She's right Keith. You've matured into such a sweet, humble young man. You deserve so much more than all of this shit. We are helping you through it. Our lives would of been so different without you here. You changed us for the better. Meenah and Cole look up to you. You're their big brother. They have had someone to learn from. A baby wouldn't of been a good choice for this family anyway. Cole was just a toddler. We didn't need a toddler and a crying baby" Dane explained.
"I'm sure crying like one right now" I mumbled.
"You just had a lot dumped on you. You have every reason to be upset" Christine said and rubbed my arms.
"I love you guys so much" I croaked.
"We both love you too, So much" Dane said with a small smile.
"Once this all sinks in it can be put behind us. You are safe now. Nobody will ever hurt you again under my watch" Dane said in that overprotective dad voice.
I chuckled lightly and dried my tears.
"The deputy is going to return here in a few days to give us some follow up questions and talk to you" Dane added.
I nodded.
"You mean so much to us. Like Dane said, We all love you so much. You are surrounded by so much love" Christine said.
I sniffled and gave her a small smile.
"You have a therapy session soon. You can let it all out" Dane said.

After that they both wrapped me into a hug and at that point things seemed okay again.
"Unrelated but when do I get that potential diagnosis?" I asked.
"That's tomorrow night for 7" Christine replied.
"If I seriously do have bipolar disorder...I'm going to have to go to a psyc ward or something. There's so much wrong with me" I mumbled.
"I just talked about it with Lance today" I added.
"Well the chances are high. Your mother did have it after all" Dane said.
I let go of them and crossed my arms.
I was all hot from crying and nervousness.
I took a hair tie from the counter and tied my hair back.
"Mm you always look so handsome like that" Christine hummed and put her hand under my chin then kissed my forehead.
I chuckled and blushed.
"I need a haircut soon. It's gets so hot in the summer. Pidge said I look homeless" I laughed.
"Well your hair is thick and black. That's why it gets so hot" Christine said a took a loose strand in between her fingers.
"I'm so sorry all of this was dumped on you. You have a lot to worry about right now" Dane said.
"I should be okay in theory. It's just a lot to take in" I sighed.
"We should go somewhere for supper. Somewhere you want. You deserve a treat" Christine said and put her hand on my arm.
"Noo we can't! I still have a little more than 10 pounds until my goal weight. Or my doctor recommended weight anyways. I can't be wrecking that. My chest days are Thursday, Saturday and the second half of Sunday. You guys know that" I groaned and flung my head back.
"A meal out isn't going to wreck your diet" Dane said.
"Yes it will! That's the point of a diet. I'm still overweight, I need to lose 13 pounds to be considered healthy again" I sighed.
"13 pounds lighter isn't my goal weight per day but it's the Doctor recommended one" I added.
"I don't want to encourage you to break your diet. I'm supposed to be helping you. So I agree. We can go tomorrow since it's a cheat day" Christine agreed.
"Thank you" I smiled.
"I've also given up exercising. It's honestly too much work so I'll just stick to dieting. I can't find the motivation to do both" I explained.
"That's fair" Christine said.
"Exercising isn't that bad Keith" Dane said.
"God! That's easy for you two to say! You're both the fittest people I know. Christine has yoga classes twice a week, You go to the gym 3 times a week and plus all your guys' at home workouts! You can't say it's that bad because you're used to it. I'm nowhere near as fit as you two.
1. I'm really overweight, 2. I can't find motivation or willpower to do that stuff!" I explained.
"You stop. You're not "really" overweight" Christine said and hugged me tight.
"You do whatever you feel is right. You've lost a lot of weight and we're all proud of you for that. You look so much better. Being happy suits you" Dane grinned.
"Thank you" I said and blushed.
Christine let go of me and patted my back.
"Take it easy for the next few days huh? And no stress eating!" She commanded and pointed at me.
"Says the woman who just wanted me to break my diet!" I cackled.
Christine chuckled.
"Lance told me not too as well. I won't be doing that anymore" I said triumphantly.

The rest of the day went by.
I felt numb really.
After Christine brought the kids home from school everything felt less drab but not by much.
I'm nervous for the police follow up questioning and my diagnosis.
And my second last exam.
I wanted to stay up late to study but I was so mentally exhausted that I went to bed at 9 pm.

Exams don't start until 10 am so I didn't get up until 9.
I went to school, Wrote it and got it done with.
I hung out with Lance, Hunk and Matt in the cafeteria for a while after.

"Are you feeling okay?" Lance asked me and put his hand on my thigh.
"Something happened last night. I haven't told you yet. I've avoided it as it's making me so nervous just thinking about it..." I trailed off.
Lance's face flooded with concern.
"What happened?" He asked, Scooting closer to me and held my hand.
We were all sat on a table top.
"I-I can't bring myself to tell you...I'll have to get Christine or Dane to tell you when you see them next" I mumbled.
"Keith is everything okay?" He asked.
I shrugged.
"Depends on how you see the situation..." I mumbled.
My mind was racing with thoughts. I cringed at just the thought of a faceless man murdering 2 faceless people, My grandparents.
I began to sweat.
Lance cupped my cheek.
"I'm worried" He said.
I didn't reply.
"All you need to know is that tonight I get my diagnosis and a deputy is coming to my house for some follow up questions" I explained.
Lance put his arm around my waist.
"Whatever happened it's gonna be alright" He cooed and kissed my cheek.

Before I knew it i was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair in a doctors office. Trembling in fear while Meenah and Cole were trying to touch all the equipment.
In the small room it's hard to fit 5 people.
Dane kept barking at them to sit down.
Soon my new doctor came in with another lady.
She gave me a light-hearted smile.
I've visited the doctor a few times in the last month or so.
I looked at her with desperation in my eyes.
The other lady was holding a few pieces of paper.
"Hi Keith, I'm Dr. Sondon, I'm the psychologist here" She said.
I mumbled a hello.
She greeted my parents too.
"So your diagnosis came back and I'm sure that's why you all are here" She began.
"That and his follow up weight checkup" Christine then suddenly said.
I glared at her.
I didn't know that's why I was here too.
"So you do have a bipolar disorder Keith. It's called type two. Your symptoms align with nearly all.
You show the symptoms of your moods cycling between low and high over the time. You've said you've had what's referred to as "Episodes" and that's the biggest factor here" She explained.
I looked at the floor and nodded.
"We've got some prescription medication all set to go whenever you're ready. You are to take it once a day in the morning. It's in a pill form. It's the most common type of treatment with those of type two" My doctor said.
"Is he seeing a therapist or another psychologist?" Dr. Sondon asked Christine.
"He's seen a psychologist a few months ago and they gave him an obsessive compulsive disorder diagnosis. But he is seeing a new therapist this weekend actually" Christine explained.
She soon began to explain all this medical shit with Christine and I zoned out completely.
After nearly 15 damn minutes of talking my attention was brought back.
"So now about your weight loss, How has it been going?" My doctor asked me.
"It's been going well. I've lost 10 pounds since the last time I was here and 2 within the last week" I said.
"Good good" She said with a smile.
"And your diet?" She asked.
"Good as well" I replied.
"I can confirm. He's been doing so well" Christine beamed.
"Can you hop on the scale for me?" She asked.
I slowly nodded and got up and trudged to the other side of the small room.
I stepped onto the black scale and just shut my eyes.
"So the last time you were here you were at 175 lbs and now you're at 163" She said.
"What? That can't be right. I've lost nearly 30 pounds total! I lost 11 when I was in the hospital! This can't be accurate" I exclaimed.
"You clearly gained some weight back. You're 163 lbs which still has you in the overweight category but you're no longer at risk of obesity" She explained.
That word still will forever make my skin crawl.
I stepped off the scale.
She made me face everyone.
I was wearing a fairly tight muscle shirt and black skinny jeans.
"So if we look at him most of his weight is being carried in the belly, hips and thighs" She began and pointed to the areas with a pen.
Christine nodded.
"It's all mostly in the middle of him. With those at his weight, most of the body fat is all in the belly but he's got a fair distribution in the whole middle area" She added.
I was so embarrassed.
I was red as a tomato and Meenah giggled and pointed that out.
"But your weight is no longer a health concern" She said.
Christine clapped for me.
"A healthy diet and daily exercise is still key to a healthy lifestyle. You've gotten a lot better since last time" She said.
She then signed off my prescription and gave it to Christine.
"You can come back and see me if anything unexpected comes up or if a checkup is needed" She added.
"Thank you, Both of you" Dane said and shook both their hands.

We then went home.
I stared at the floor the whole time.
"I'll pick up your prescription after work tomorrow" Christine said.
I murmured an okay.

We had a quiet dinner then the deputy came to talk with me.
There was a knock on the door and my heart leapt into my ass.
Dane told the kids to come out with him to the backyard so Christine and I could go out to the front step and talk with him.

He introduced himself as Walt, the sheriffs deputy. He was pretty young, Early 30's.
I stood out on the front step with Christine.
"So you know the whole story?" He asked me.
I nodded.
"You never saw the man correct?" Walt asked.
I nodded again.
"So he's your uncle. Do you have any recollection of him from a young age?" He questioned.
"No. I don't remember much before my parents died" I replied.
He wrote some stuff down.
It was weird seeing a squad car parked in our driveway.
"You've been through a lot. Your parents here have told me lots about you. You're a tough kid Keith" Walt said.
"Thank you" I smiled softly.
"So that's really all I needed to ask. I visited him today and well...He wants nothing more than to see you" Walt trailed off.
"Oh no way!" Christine blurted out and stepped in front of me.
"There is no way I'm letting my son near a murderous psychopath!" She exclaimed.
"He's in prison ma'am. You would be able to visit him via the telephone method" Walt explained.
"Christine..." I said softly.
She turned.
"It would give me the closure I've always deeply but subtly wanted. He's the last piece of known family I have" I said.
"Keith I will not have you anywhere near that man! I don't care if he's your uncle. He murdered people, He stalked up. He's caused you so many psychological problems. This is all because of him!" Christine snapped.
She was upset.
"I can stay with you the whole time if you'd like" Walt offered.
"Could you give us some time to think? Can we get back to you eventually?" Christine asked.
"Yes take your time. Here's my work phone number" He said and gave Christine a business card.
She thanked him.
"So h-how did he kill them?" I asked.
Walt looked at Christine then back at me.
"He stabbed them both. They were camping. He tracked them down. I don't want to get into details but we just found the remains days ago after he confessed" Walt said.
Christine held me close.

There was a pause and Christine asked him a few more questions before he left to attend a call.
"Thank you for your time" I said before he left.
"The pleasure is mine. Take care of yourself son" He said and gave me a thumbs up.
I smiled and waved as he drove away.

We went back inside and I got myself a glass of lemonade to refresh myself.
I sighed and slumped onto the couch.
Christine massaged the top of my head gently with her fingers.
"It's going to be okay" She assured me once again.
"I know it's going to be okay, I've heard it from everyone at this point" I sighed.

Lance pov

Today was our second last exam. Keith came to school in his little shorts again, Paired with a soft looking striped t-shirt with an anchor on it.
I gave him a smile when I saw him and he pulled me into a hug and gave me a kiss.
"So?" I asked as we lined up to get into the gym to write.
"What's up? How did the doctors go?" I asked and put my arm around his waist.
"So I do have bipolar unfortunately but I'm getting medication. Christine is picking it up today. I've quickly gotten past that initial shock. It's whatever to me now. Just another mental issue to throw onto the pile" Keith sighed.
"But in other news my weight is no longer a health concern and I'm still overweight but not to that breaking point. I thought I lost more weight than I did but I still managed" He added.
"Good boy. I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you" I gushed and kissed his soft cheek.
He chuckled.
"But what was the other thing you never told me?" I asked.
Keith's smile faded.
"If you come over, Dane will explain" Keith said.
I gulped.
"Er...okay?" I said confused.

That kept my mind busy for the whole exam.
I probably bombed it.
I'm just worried for Keith.
The heat made it all worse. I had sweat dripping from my forehead. I would glance and Keith from across the room and he looked focused but very sweaty as well.

After the exam, Keith finished before me and waited like an angel outside for me.
I texted my mom and told her that I was going to Keith's to study.
She dropped me off again today.
I've been making her do this so I can have a good excuse to go to Keith's.
She agreed but wanted me home before supper.
I can do that.

"So can you come?" Keith asked.
I nodded.
He smiled softly.
He stood up from the bench he was sitting on and gently laced his fingers in mine and kissed my temple.
"I love you" He said.
"I love you too" I replied.
"Do you want to stop for slurpees? It's so hot" He asked.
"Oh of course I do!" I exclaimed.
We then walked out to his car.
There wasn't a cloud in sight. Just all blue sky.
I just starred up at is as Keith lead the way.
We got to his car and he unlocked it and we hopped inside.

We stopped at a nearby 7-11 and it was so cold inside the store.
Keith sighed happily as we entered.
We got our slurpees and Keith gave me some money.
"I have to get gas I just remembered. Take that for the slurpee" He said and handed me a few dollar bills.
"No baby keep it. They're cheap, I'll buy it for you" I said and offered the money back to him.
"Well, If you won't spend it on that. I guess I'll just have to pay you for being so have some" He said and raised an eyebrow at me.
He then blocked the cashiers view of me and took the bills back and quickly slipped the ends of them into the waistband of my shorts like a stripper.
"You're welcome" He giggled and spun on his heels to go get gas.
I am so, so in love with this man.
I paid for our slurpees and went back out.
Keith had pulled up to one of the gas pumps.
I gave his ass a little squeeze before hopping back into the passenger seat.
What? I can't him looking like a whole damn meal pumping gas like a sex God and not be expected to give him a little somethin'.
He just paid at the pump with his debit card when he was done.
He got back into his car and slathered a bunch of hand sanitizer onto his hands before starting his car back up.
I put his slurpee into the cup holder next to him.
"Thank you" He said.
"No problem" I replied with a grin.
"You keep the $3. I know the slurpees are like under $2 but just keep it for being so handsome" Keith chuckled and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Uh hello?! I think I deserve more than $3 for looking this good!" I yelped.
Keith laughed and chucked his wallet at my crotch.
"Not even all the money in the world could pay up to how stunning you are" Keith giggled.
"Awe, You're such a sweetie pie" I gushed.
Keith beamed.
I held both slurpees as Keith drove. Bringing the straw to his lips every few seconds.
He can only drive with two hands. He refuses to go with one half the time. Sure if he's holding my hand he'll do it with one but mostly it's two.

When we got to his house Dane was home like Keith said he was going to be.
Keith took his slurpee and held my hand again.
"Keith?" We heard Dane ask.
"Lance too" Keith added.
"Hi Lance" Dane called.
We went into the kitchen where he was.
I gave him a wave.
He was filling out some papers at the breakfast bar.
Keith put his slurpee on the counter and let go of my hand then walked over beside Dane.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Filling out the final police forms" Dane said.
Police forms?? I'm concerned.
"Would you be willing to tell Lance about what happened? I haven't been able to bring myself to do it" Keith asked.
Dane looked at me with a straight face and rubbed his eyes.
"Hey you don't have to if it's too much, I can just move on" I said nervously.
"You have the right to know. It's the reason for all of this" Dane said.
Keith sat next to him and I sat next to Keith.
Dane pushed the few papers away.
"Take a deep breath, It's a lot to take in" Keith said and wrapped his arms around my stomach and rested his cheek against my back.
"Keith has an uncle. Christine and I just told him. We've known since we started fostering him but kept it from him. It was for the best. We found out from police testing that he was the one who sent the notes and that dagger. He got out of prison in Nevada and came down here. He found where Keith was through his Facebook. He began to follow us without us knowing. He'd follow Keith to school and learned our schedule...The police arrested him and he confessed to all this and..." Dane trailed off.
He bit his lip and paused.
"He killed my grandparents Lance" Keith mumbled weakly from behind me.
I sat up straight and tried to turn around. Keith let go of me.
"Keith..." I said softly and cupped his face.
A small tear ran down his cheek.
I kissed his forehead.
"I'm so sorry" I whispered and hugged him.
"It's okay, It's okay. I'm trying not to think about it" Keith said.
"It's a lot to handle" Dane said and patted my shoulder.
"Are you okay?-Are all of you okay?" I asked.
Dane nodded.
"He's the reason for all of this. The reason I missed my finals, The reason I missed half of my senior year. The depression, The weight gain, The suicide attempt and all that hospital shit...All of that is because of him" Keith whimpered.
I stood up and hugged him tightly.
"He's got life in prison. He can never come near us again. He can never hurt us again" Dane said firmly.
I kissed Keith's hair.
He smells so nice.
His hair smells like green apples.
So fluffy and soft.
"It's all over. Don't worry" Dane said and patted Keith's thigh.
Keith nodded.
He stood up and gave Dane a side hug.
"Hang in there kiddo" He smiled weakly and gave Keith's side a hearty and reassuring pat.
Keith chuckled.
"We're going to go study for our last exam. We'll be upstairs" Keith said and took my hand and his slurpee.
"How about you two "study" down here where I can keep an eye on you" Dane hummed suspiciously and raised an eyebrow.
Keith turned red.
"We're fine upstairs thanks" He squeaked nervously and pulled me along as he scurried up the stairs.

Almost as soon as I shut the door Lance began to cry.
It made my stomach churn and butterflies flutter around in my chest.
He hugged me tightly and we sat on my bed.
The crying turned into sobbing, I didn't know what to do.
I just hugged him back.
He's never cried this hard in front of me before.
"You deserve so much better" He choked out.
"You don't deserve this. I'll fucking fight God himself if it means that all of this shit will stop. I want you to be happy Keith, I want you to be okay. You don't need this bullshit! I'm so sorry all of this happened, I'm so, so sorry" He cried into my shoulder.
"L-Lance it's okay. It's all done and over with now. You don't have to be sorry" I said.
He pulled away from me to look into my eyes.
His skin had turned a deep red and big tears were streaming down his cheeks.
I have never seen him like this.
"It's not okay Keith!" He yelped.
"You can't say that! This stuff can't keep happening to you! You don't deserve it. Nobody deserves it. You deserve to live a happy life. You are so loved and cared for. I wish the universe could give you a break" He sobbed.
"Lance shh" I said and held him tightly.
It's my turn to be the comforter.
I patted his back gently.
"He's gone, He's in jail. I'm getting my knew prescription, I'm getting therapy, I've lost weight. I'm finally getting back on track. Can't you see that? Things are getting better, Even I can see that" I said as my eyes welled up with tears, but this time happy ones.