Kellin.
An orange beam passed across my eyes, I squinted trying to find the source. My head was pounding, my face was sore and my wrist hurt bad.
My eyes slowly began to adjust, it was so dark, I tried to raise my hand but my fist slammed against something metallic, cold and hard. A roof? My stomach lurched and my heart began to pound, trying to burst out of my ribcage.
Suddenly a surge of paralysis pulsed right through my body. A sudden break slammed me against the wall of the tiny box I was in, a deafeningly loud honk confirmed my darkest fears. Then another wave hit me, all I could think was "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." The last wave came right out of the blue - I couldn't catch a breath, my heart felt like it was going to burst. I was drenched in sweat and I felt sick. I thought I was dying. My body went into complete shock and I began to shake violently from head to toe. There was no time, no sound, no sense. Some moments later my body returned to me, I was able to catch my breath and move my hands. I could hear the humming of the still engine, we weren't moving. I could hear heavy traffic and taste the fumes. I felt around on the floor for something, anything to help me. My body felt heavily bruised and everything was sore. I scrabbled around and came across something small and cold, my phone! I tried to duck down a little lower but suddenly the car lurched forwards slamming my small frame into the back and knocking the phone out of my grasp. I heard the battery and casing break away from the device.
"Shit! shit! shit!" I whispered as I managed to roll back onto my back. I attempted to wiggle down into the bottom corner and reach down again, I first found the little battery back followed by the hollowed out phone. I fumbled around trying to fit the two pieces back together. I gave a small triumphant whoop as the pieces clicked into place and the phone awoke. Notification after notification loudly flooded to my phone in a loud frenzy of pings, pops and vibrations. There was another harsh break, I was able to steady myself this time. My shaking fingers dialed the ever familiar number.
"Kellin?!" The voice was quiet and croaky but behind the whisper I could hear the song of an angel, my angel, my Vic.
"Vic! I love y-" Clunk.
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The Wrong Kind Of Love.
RandomStuck in an abusive relationship Kellin doesn't know what to do. Too weak to walk away or seek help Kellin finds shelter in his new friend Vic. Soon enough he find himself developing strong feelings for the young Mexican. Will Kellin have the streng...
