Vic's POV
"Faster! Ugh I'm so close!" Is all I remember screaming when shit hit the fan. As we both couldn't help it we finished. We both are breathing heavy and look up to see a pale faced Kellin. Fuck.
Everything that happened after that was a blur. Kellin yelling, Justin apologizing, Andy no where to be seen. I just sat there on the floor the room a mess while they both were screaming at each other which eventually led to Kellin throwing things. My brain is just stuck. Me being in a meltdown because of Kellin and Andy, me and Justin. Kellin walking in my brain was overwhelmed. Everything in me just kept saying RUN.
With that I did run I got up, and finished getting dressed. They didn't even notice me I grabbed my coat and just slipped past them and out the door. What did I do? What am I doing? How many things can I fuck up this time...
I don't know how long I've been gone or how far I went but when my mind finally realized how tired my legs were I looked around and saw I was somewhere. Where? I'm not fully sure I see a McDonald's so I wander inside. As I get to the door I realize I don't even remember if I grabbed my wallet. I reach into my pocket only to realize it's not my pocket, it's Justin's. A sigh of relief goes through me and I see he has- HOLY SHIT! Why does someone carry this much cash on him??? I grab a $20 and put it away before someone sees just in case for my safety. I go up to the counter and order a meal.
As I wait I'm assessing myself. I put on Justin's pants and my shirt. I'm wearing shoes but I don't recognize them that or my brain is still stuck. I have no phone and Justin's wallet. Could be worse. I sit there and eat my food slowly. Where do I go from here? No job, no money, no home. Alone.
I eventually leave the McDonald's and make my way around the area. I don't think I even knew what was around here. I walk around for a bit and see all these different stores. I pass a thrift store tempted to go browse for anything interesting. In the end I find my way to a motel and decide this is where I'm going to stay for a while. With Justin's big wad of cash I could stay for a while before or if they decide to come look for me. I eventually get my room key and go in. Not a bad place maybe a three star motel. Place looks clean with no weird and suspicious stains. Bed checked for bed bugs and the bathroom actually smelled okay. I end up laying in bed thinking about what happened and what is to come before my eyes get heavy and I pass out from being physically and mentally and emotionally drained.
