I've Broken Bones For You

Chapter 17

I sort of cut this chapter short because I was writing this in class (I know, I'm a badass) and it's been a week since my last update, so here you go. Have fun. 

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Chapter 17 

Vic's P.O.V.

It's been a few days and I haven't heard a word from Kellin. I should have called him, but I never did. I was angry with him, or more so with myself. I had let him out of my sights for a few hours and he could have died of alcohol poisoning. I got angry. What's wrong with me? Now he's totally off the grid and I don't have anyway to reach him except a phone call. 

"You have to call him," Mike says, "I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?" I'm sitting on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped around my knees and I'm staring at the wall. I'm scolding myself for being such an idiot. I guess you could say I'm sulking. 

"Sad." Mike answers. Am I sad? I suppose I am. 

"He could be dead Mikey and I'll never know. It's my fault." 

"It's not your fault." Mike tells me as he sits down beside me, "None of this is your fault." 

I sigh sadly, "Yeah but Mike, I got mad at him when I should have been there for him. I don't even know why he did that. I'm such a terrible boyfriend." 

"No you aren't. You're one of the greatest guys I know. You care so much and sure you can be a hot head-"

"Wow, thanks."

"...But you get your way no matter what, and usually that way is the best for everyone. You know what's good for people. I know you care for Kellin more than anything, and I know it's eating you up inside seeing him like this, but what's going through his head isn't your fault. It's something he has to deal with and he alone, and you can only be there to keep him moving. You can only help. He has to do the rest. So don't beat yourself up about this." He finishes. 

I take a moment to let his words process in my mind. What he's saying is so true and I look over at my brother. "When did you become so wise?" I ask him, because seriously. He's always been this annoying kid banging on his drums at 1:00 am in the morning, yet he's always been there. 

Mike shrugs, "I don't know man, I just say things that I believe in and think are true." 

"Well I guess you're right. I should call him." I pick up my phone from the coffee table. 

"Are you actually listening  to me for once?" Mike mocks an expression of shock. I roll my eyes, going into my contacts and finding Kellin's name.

"Ha ha Mike. Now be quiet." Mike does as I say, and I call Kellin. My heart is beating in my chest loudly and I wonder if Mike can hear it. I'm so on edge, listening to the droning ring. It rings twice, three times, four, five, six and sooner or later it's ten rings. It hasn't even gone to voice mail yet. I wait another few rings and then eventually it goes to voice mail. My panic rises as I end the call, putting the phone down and looking over at Mike with a panicked expression. 

"No answer?" Mike says it more as a statement rather than a question. I nod my head, the panic still rising in my chest. 

"He did it Mike. He did it. Oh god." I'm not even trying to hide my shock and my panic. I'm not thinking straight. I start hyperventilating and my hands are shaking. This is all my fault. He's dead because I let him walk away from me. He actually did it, something I always thought I would do myself and now my boyfriend is gone because of it. 

Someone's shaking me roughly, trying to snap me out of it. After a moment it works and I slowly start to stop hyperventilating, my mind going a little clearer, though I'm still panicking. Just not as much.