Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 35

Song of the chapter: Save me a Spark by Sleeping with Sirens

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Name of chapter: I Can't Breathe.

Kayleigh's POV

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It was rather late, around 12 am and I laid on my bed doing a little bit of light reading. Janice and Mike were still here, and the person who showed up at the door was still here too. I went to open the door but Janice pushed passed me and told me not to open it so I didn't know who it was and I really didn't care either.

I'm not going to lie, at first I thought she didn't want me to open the door because she ordered someone to have a three some with herself and Mike, but because it's quieter than ever in this small ass house I assume it's one of her actual friends.

Vic hadn't spoken much. It had been ages since we had that confrontation with his brother and as the minutes ticked by he seemed to become even more emotionless as the hour before. I didn't dare ask what was wrong, as I have learnt (and taken me almost 8 months to figure out) he opens up when he wants and about what he wants. He is not the easiest to figure out. Obviously.

Anyway, I sat reading a book, bored as fuck in the middle of the night. I had no idea where Vic was. I was curious about why Janice had two friends over, and I know there isn't any alcohol in the house so they can't be getting drunk. I was stuck between not giving a shit and giving all the shits. I flicked over the page, not really paying attention to the words on the paper but my eyes skimmed over the words as if I were studying a text book. I was listening out for any kind of noise, if it were talking, so I could listen in or if it were moaning, so I'd know to get the fuck out of the house. But the house stayed silent and that kind of worried me on Vic's behalf. He usually cuddles up to me around this time of night. But apparently I'm not cuddle worthy right now.

I wriggled out of my blankets, which I had no idea why I had them on because it was rather warm-ish, and went on a quest through the house to find my little Vicky. For all I know he could be trying to saw off the cast that is ever so pissing him off. I didn't have to walk far, I barely made it to my door before it swung open, almost hitting me in the face in the process, and I had an arm wrap around me. It took me a while to process what was going on, but then I noticed the small hiccups racking throughout Vic's frame and realised he was crying. My heart collapsed in my chest as I heard him cry into my neck, not knowing what to do besides hugging him back.

What would Oprah do?

"Babe, what's up?" I whispered, hoping he would give me some sort of reply. He continued to cry, and I felt hopeless.
I tangled my hands in his hair and brushed it with my hands, knowing that calms him and with my free hand I traced patterns on his clothed back, hoping it would soothe him in some sort of way.

"Shh," I said as I heard him calming slightly. I reached behind him and closed the door so no one could hear what was going on, although I'm sure they've already heard anyway.

"Why-y doesn't anyone want-t me-e?" He spluttered into my hair.

"Don't be silly," I tried to sound as soothing as I possibly could, "I want you. Forever."

"But-t Mike doesn't want-t me, my family-y doesn't want me, I have no friends-s. I'm so lonely-y." He continued to cry. My heart sank. I could feel his tears falling onto my shirt. I didn't know what to say.

"Stop saying that, Vic." I tried to not sound angry, "look, they probably couldn't handle what was going on with you. Its hard to comprehend. They obviously didn't know how to deal with it, so they freaked out and ran. It clearly wasn't the best thing to do at the time, and I'm sure they realise that and they're angry with themselves for leaving you. I know you're lonely, I am too. I miss Coby every day of my life. I wish mum wasn't as she was, like, not completely crazy and I wish I had a father that didn't drink and didn't leave my mum for another woman when I was going through treatment. But those things have happened, and we can't change that. So you have to turn something bad into something good by making a positive out come for yourself." I hugged him as tight as I could without breaking him, "use these bad experiences, and make them into something."