Here is yet another Kevin fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it.

It's not surprising. It was bound to happen at some point. I mean, every family has their ups and downs. Even the Keller's. To the outside world, the Keller family seemed perfect, with their sheriff of a father always risking his life to keep the town safe and the typical gay son who was always happy to help out in any way possible. They seemed happy. But they weren't always. Sometimes, the father and son would often argue about what they do. Keller would yell at Kevin for always staying up to help his friends and Kevin would often yell at Sheriff Keller out of fear of losing him one day. The Cooper's arguments have nothing compared to the arguments Keller and his son have. But this one... this one just... it just got way too out of hand.

Kevin had promised his dad that he wouldn't return to Fox Forest. He made him a promise for the sake of his own safety. But... he had broken the promise. He had returned to Fox Forest and came home late. Kevin returned to a very angry Sheriff Keller. And of course, just as Kevin expected, it gone a little to far. "Dad, it's not that bad!" Kevin yelled as his father slammed his fists onto the dining table.

"NOT THAT BAD?!" Keller screamed back, looking at his son with fire in his eyes. "You told me that you wouldn't go back. Especially with so many crazy killers on the loose in this town. Why on earth would you even think about going back there?!"

"It's nothing that you should worry about dad. I knew what I was doing, I was safe."

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Keller turned around and punched the wall behind him, making a photo hanging fall down and crash. "Kevin, I want you to be safe. I don't wan't you back there ever again!"

"You can't just take something like that away from me dad!" Kevin screamed back.

"But if someone takes you away from me, I swear that I would never forgive myself for failing you as a father!" he took in a deep breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose in hopes to lower his voice and calm himself down. "Kevin... please, I know that we don't really talk about your... your sexuality but-"

"Dad... please. I don't just go out there for make out sessions. It calms me down."

"And while it calms you down, it leaves me scared for your life." Keller approached Kevin and tried to lay his hands on his shoulders. "Please Kevin... I don't want you going back there. Ever."

"Dad, you can't do anything about me going there. I'm old enough to make my own decisions and go out there if I want to." Kevin replied, pushing his father off of him.

"Kevin this isn't about me."

"YES IT IS!" he yelled. "This about you being overprotective and trying to use your status as sheriff to try and control me! But you can't control! You always do this dad. I don't understand why you can't just think about how I feel for once!"

Keller lost it. He had no idea what came over him. All he felt was pure angry and rage. Keller's hand raised and he black handed Kevin right across the face. Hard. Kevin fell back, plummeting into the chair and causing it to fall apart. Kevin clutched his cheek and arm in pain, the chair must have it him hard. Keller placed both hands over his mouth in shock. He had just hit his son. After the many times he had told himself to never hit his child. Kevin brought himself up to his knees and looked up at his father in fear. Keller moved up to pick up his son from the floor. "K-Kevin... Kevin, I'm-"

"No!" Kevin yelled back, crawling away from his father. "Don't..."

"Kevin, I'm-"

He didn't even let his father finish his sentence. Kevin stood up and ran off, pushing him out of the way. Keller chose not to go after him, he stood there in his dining room, frozen. Keller heard a door slam from upstairs. Keller took a seat in one of the chairs and placed his head in his hands, tears forming in his eyes. Ever since Kevin was three, Keller had vowed that he would never, ever place his hands on his son. And he just slapped him so hard in the face that he had fallen back and hurt his arm. Keller had no idea what to do to make things right. But he had to. He would make things right.

As soon as Kevin slammed his bedroom door shut, he broke down. Hot tears streaming down his as he leaned on the back of his door. His face was becoming bright red and his chest started to hurt. He was on the complete verge of a panic attack. Kevin held his hand over his mouth to prevent him from screaming. He wasn't going to let his father hear him in pain, because he knew that he would come and try to comfort him. And Kevin wanted everything but that. Kevin stood up from the ground and walked over to the full length mirror and looked at his cheek. It was red and started to swell. He knew that it bound to happen. His father had to hit things for a living, so if a bruise started to form he knew the cause. Kevin then looked at the arm that had been hurt during his plummet down. It had been scratched by the broken wood and small streams of blood dripped down to his wrist and fingers. Kevin sighed and walked over to his door to go and get some medical supplies.

But he stopped. He knew that if he opened the door, his father would be waiting. Just waiting to try and give some crappy apology or excuse for his anger. Kevin stepped back from the door and looked behind him. He grabbed his desk chair and shoved it inside the door handle. Kevin then ran into his closet and grabbed his jacket. He didn't want to grab anything too thick, it might draw attention to his father. He pulled on his jacket, trying not to hurt his arm even more. Kevin then opened his bedroom window and slowly crept out, letting his feet touch the roof. He looked back out to his bedroom with tears in his eyes. He walked back in quickly and grabbed his satchel, pulling out a notepad. He quickly wrote a note and left it on his desk. Kevin walked out the window and jumped down into his backyard.

He pulled his hood over his head and started to walk away, until his ankle started to hurt. He must of twisted it when he fell. Kevin rolled his eyes and then started to limp away from his house. From his bed. From his father. Kevin limped away from his neighborhood until he didn't even know where he was walking anymore. He just kept going and going. He didn't hold his hand out to hitchhike, he decided that he could make it to Betty's and probably ask to spent the night. That was until he heard the loud sounds of a car pulling up behind him. The car's window pulled down and stopped right in front of him. "Kevin?" Archie asked.

Archie must of been driving home late from football practice or maybe a date with Veronica. While driving he must of noticed the dark figure limping on the sidewalk. Kevin looked out at him, his face still red and puffy. Archie looked down at Kevin's hand and saw blood dripping down from his fingers. "Oh my god, Kevin what happened?" Archie said, unbuckling his seat belt and walking over to Kevin.

"It's nothing." Kevin replied, as Archie pulled up Kevin's jacket sleeve to see the blood.

"My god Kev. This is bad... you need some help. I need to get you to a hospital." Archie said, pulling Kevin to get in his truck.

"No... just take me to Betty's." Kevin said, wincing in pain as Archie sat him down in the passenger seat.

"What? No Kevin, you need to..."

"Just take me to Betty's please!" Kevin screamed. Archie nodded in acknowledgement, jumping back in the driver's seat and driving off. Kevin held his arm in pain as Archie pulled his phone up to call Betty. Archie pulled up to Betty's house, where she was waiting outside for him. Her parents had been out for the rest of the week and she ended up alone with Chic. Archie helped Kevin out of the truck and pulled him over to Betty. The two helped Kevin limp into her living room. "Chic!" Betty called out. "Grab the disinfectant and bandages."

Chic got up from his seat on the couch and ran over to the bathroom. Betty and Archie laid Kevin on the couch and helped pull off his jacket to get sight of the bloody cut. "I'll call Sheriff Keller." Betty said, as Chic returned with the medical supplies. Betty turned to grab her phone, but Kevin grabbed her by the wrist with his non bloody hand.

"No. Betty, don't call him." he begged. "Please... please just trust me."

"Kevin, he has to know." Archie said, attempting to change his mind.

"No... don't call him. Please." Kevin begged. Archie and Betty both looked at each other and just nodded, trusting Kevin judgement. Chic knelt down beside Kevin and started to clean the blood of his arm. Kevin winced in pain and laid his head back on the couch cushions.

Keller had been sitting in the same chair with his head in his hands for awhile. He just stayed still and tried to think of what to say to Kevin, in hopes to apologize. But... what could he say to apologize for slapping his child and causing him to fall and cut his arm on a broken wooden chair. Keller looked up from his hands and bit his lip. He couldn't just stay here sitting in a seat while his child was in pain. Keller stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He opened the freezer and pulled out one of the many ice packs Kevin kept cold for him, just in case he came home with an injury. He shook the pack and started to head up the stairs towards his son's bedroom. He lightly knocked on the door after realizing that the lights were still on.

"Kevin?" he called out calmly. "Are you okay? Are you awake?"

No answer. Keller sighed and shook his head in even more disappointment that his son refused to answer him. "Kevin... please. Open the door pal. I just want to make your okay."

Still no reply. Keller then started to get worried. Kevin would often get mad at him, but he would always reply after the second time. Keller then started to twist the door handle to try and open it... but it wouldn't budge. There was no locks on the bedroom doors, so Kevin just turning the lock was out of the question. "Kevin? Kevin, what are you doing?! Kevin, open the door!" he yelled pulling with all his might to get the door open. Keller slammed his shoulder as hard as he could, trying to get the door open. "KEVIN! Open this door! Kevin can you hear me?! Open the door! KEVIN!"

With one hard shove of the door, Keller's strength caused the door to fall right of the hinges. Keller came plummeting down to the ground with the door and looked around the bedroom. It was empty, but his window was open. Keller ran over the window and looked down. The backyard was completely empty. Keller then screamed out in rage. He had hit his son and now he had been the cause of him running away. Keller then looked over around for anything that might tell him where his son might of gone or why he left. Keller then looked over to his son's desk and saw a white piece of notepad paper. Keller ran up and grabbed the paper and read the words written in bright blue pen.

I'll be back when I'm ready. Please don't look for me. -Kevin

Keller crumbled the piece of paper in his hand from the anger at himself and fear that his son was out there in Riverdale, hurt and upset. "Dammit... Kevin... DAMMIT!" he yelled running out of the room and running down the stairs. He grabbed his jacket and sheriff hat off the table and running out the front door. He hopped into his patrol car and drove off as fast as he could. He grabbed his car radio. "I'm reporting a 10-57." he yelled. "My son is missing. He has an injury on his arm, contact me if any of you find him."

Keller threw the radio down and start drive faster. He had to find Kevin. He had find to his son. He had to find him and apologize. Do anything to so how sorry he was.

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