Locket |kellic; boyxboy|

Midnight Worries

(Kellin's POV)

"So, where were you this afternoon?" Mom asks me, fixing my plate for me. I was going to do it, I wasn't that useless, but she said I needed to eat normally tonight, whatever that meant. I hated when she made comments about my eating habits but there wasn't much I could do about it really. I shrug and sip my drink, wondering why she was asking. Guess she deserved to know.

"Just took Vic for coffee." I say simply, watching her face for expression.

"Honey," Dad says before she can reply. I look at him and furrow my brows. His eyes are trained on her but he glances at me. He looks back to her within a second though. What was that about? "That's nice, Kellin. Have a good time?" He asks. It didn't seem like he was actually interested in whether I had a good time with my boyfriend or not but I was glad he wasn't being a dick about all this. I nod with a small smile.

Mom puts my plate in front of me, seeming rushed, and then leaves the table. What was her problem? I thought she was over the stuff with Vic. I knew this wasn't a good idea, trying to be a normal family and all, it could never work. She just had to have things her way; she had to have the routine and the perfect husband and son. It made me feel sick. I look at my dad with a blank expression. He lets out a sigh and pushes some food around on his plate.

"You have to understand, Kellin..." he begins, and I prepare to listen. "These people...Your mother and I have never gotten around the Fuentes folks, but because we don't particularly--"

"Why not?" I ask sharply. He looks at me with furrowed brows. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head. I sigh, shaking my head a little. I had always thought he was the smarter of my parents, but whatever. "Why don't you like them then? You've never told me." My lip is pulled between my teeth then. Now that it was out, I wasn't sure I even wanted to know.

Dad sips his wine with his eyes on me, as if he is annoyed that I asked. How did he think I felt? Excited that my parents didn't want me to be with my boyfriend? That didn't even make any sense. I decided that I did want to know. This was something that I had been wondering about since I learned about the hatred between the two households, which was since I was around six. So this was something that I needed to be aware of by now. "Mr. Fuentes had some select words. We let Scar out one day and he just so happened to tear up some of their things. Said something about his wive's--"

"She died." I crossed my arms. I wondered if anyone else outside of the Fuentes house besides me knew about the morbidly sad way she died. Vic was with her, crying, holding her. He watched the light leave her eyes. A shiver runs through me and I make the thoughts subside, foucusing on my dad again.

"I know. Anyway, he cursed at your mother and I wasn't going to deal with that so I told him off and ever since then, we've been on bad terms."

My head started pounding with anger. They were acting like this over one argument? Over my fucking dog tearing things up? I stand from the table, the chair scraping against the floor. "That's childish." I say angrily. My breathing was all out of sorts. I had put up with secrecy and trying to sneak around because my mom had her head too far up her own ass? I feel my nails digging into my palms as I grit my teeth. "Do not tell me what's childish, Kellin, what's childish is you sneaking off like a schoolgirl instead of telling us!" He shouts, standing as well.

"And look where that got me, Dad! Look at us right now. I can't even go see my best friend, my boyfriend at that, without getting chewed out by my parents. They did nothing to me. Just because you don't like them--"

"We are a family and we will stick--"

"Are we acting like a family right now?" I yell at him, shoving my chair into the table. I was beyond mad, some sort of rage I had only felt when Mom told me she didn't want Vic in her house. I felt so mad that my stomach was churnng with vomit. "You're a kid, Kellin, you don't get it!" He clenches his jaw. I furrow my eyebrows, grunting a little. "Dad, this kind of arguing happens at my school all the time! I do get it. You are all acting like kids! Don't blame me and Vic and his brother for you guys' arguing!"