One Shots

The Dinner (Kellic)

(Unedited)

Warnings: sexual content, non-consensual sexual activities, violence.

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Kellin's POV:

I can still remember it perfectly...

I was swinging on my favorite swing in the park, it was a nice summer's day in San Diego. Most kids were at the beach or the arcade but I was here, just swinging in the park by myself.

Most people may think it's weird, a nine year old at the park by himself just swinging all day, but it isn't weird, it's nice. Here I am at peace. Nothing could go wrong. Besides, I am not completely alone.

"Mike, catch!" The oh, so dreamy voice says.

Vic Fuentes, twelve, short, brunette, beautiful. He comes here everyday with his younger brother, Mike. They live next door to me and they're parents are friends with my mom. Mike is the same age as me, we are in the same class and sit in the same row, but he doesn't talk to me. No one talks to me unless they're being mean. But Vic, well we have never spoken before, but that's good because he has never been mean to me. He smiles at me a lot though.

The sound of laughing is what gets my attention. Looking up I see the brothers whispering about something, however, I simply ignore it and focus on swinging.

"Hey kid!" I hear Vic call, looking up I notice him walking towards me.

"Y-yes?" I stutter.

"Can I go on that swing?" He questions

"There are other swings." I reply quietly. This is my swing, I always go on it and I don't want anyone else on it. It's not like I am on the only swing, there are three other's that are not being used.

"I know, but I want that one." He looks me dead in the eye and I stop swinging, but I make no attempt to move.

We both stand our ground for a minute before he makes the next move, walking forward, he pulls me up by my shirt and pushes me to the ground. "Stupid kid." He mutters walking away with his brother.

I was such a stupid kid, why did I ever think anyone would be nice to me? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But it's okay, I'm not a kid now. I'm eighteen and I know exactly what to do. I know how to get my own back. I have already got rid of the other kids, I set fire the school on our last day. Three people died; Andy, Matty and Josh. They were the three meanest kids, they would hit me, and one time Andy stole my Hannah Montana lunch box. During graduation I finished the other mean one's, I stabbed them, one by one.

I know that I didn't cover my tracks well, the police will be here within 24 hours, but I only need 3 more.

I finished getting dressed and begin to head down into the kitchen. I already cooked dinner, there was only one thing left to take care of. I grabbed the bowl from the cupboard and placed it on the countertop before pulling down my pants and boxers to begin my work.

Even after that day I have always wanted Vic to fuck me. And that's what I'm thinking of now, he is behind me moving fast and grabbing my hips so hard that it'll leave marks. Kissing my neck and whispering "you've been a bad, bad boy" into my ear. I'd be moaning so much that I wouldn't be able to reply, then he'd grab my dick and start pumping. My moans would turn into screams and soon I'd be releasing into his hand.

Just like that I came into the bowl before quickly cleaning up and pulling up my pants.

I began to set up the table, placing down place matts, cutlery and dishes, but most importantly my special bowl filled with my special sauce. Less than a minute later the door bell rang. Ahh, my dinner guest is here.