Change of Fate (Kellic)

Chapter 4

Kellins POV

On my walk home Vic was the only thing i could think about. His beautiful brown eyes, his perfectly tanned skin, and i like the way his hair is slightly curly. I think i might actually have a crush on him, plus i cant believe he wants to hang out with me again. Its all new territory hanging out with a friend really, but i've got a good feeling about Vic, he gives me a safe feeling, I don't know how to explain it. My rare happy thoughts ended as soon as i got onto my street and saw my dads car was there. Shit.

I cautiously step into my house trying to be as silent as possible until i step onto the one floor board at the bottom of the stairs that creeks. My dad obviously hears me. "Is that you faggot?" he slurs as he wobbles out the living room to where i am at the bottom of the stairs, standing frozen, dreading and wondering whats going to come next. I find out a couple seconds later when he starts to scream in my face "ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU FAGGOT" followed by a fist to my left cheekbone. I do as he wishes and stutter out "y-yes sir" i don't know why he's asking me i mean I'm standing right in front of him, of course its me.

"WELL I WISH IT WASNT" another punch to the face. "WHY HAVENT YOU KILLED YOURSELF YET?" Few more punches to my face, i start to stumble so he picks me up by my throat chocking me and slams me down on the floor. Gasping for air i try to crawl away but its no use. He starts kicking me all over my body, but there are some which make me convinced that he's broken my ribs. "YOU'RE GOOD FOR NOTHING" Kick "WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT" Whilst I'm laying face down he takes his belt of and pushes my shirt up so my backs exposed, i realise what he's going to do and he's only ever done this once, 2 years ago.

"n-no dad p-please s-stop" Whip. I cry out in pain, i'm pretty sure the neighbours could hear. "HELP" Whip. Whip. i think i start to black out slightly because of the severe pain but i'm pretty sure he wiped me 6 times in total. I can feel the warm blood running down my back and over my sides. Holy shit I'm in so much pain.
"DONT COME BACK HOME TONIGHT. Hopefully you wont come back ever" And with one final kick, where i defiantly heard a crack, he walks back into the living room and sits himself down on the sofa. Another bottle in hand, typical.

I crawl up the stairs and shove on a white t shirt, i don't think that the blood will come through.. stupid Kellin, and slip a hoodie over the top. I find in my bed side table my little black box with my blades in and lift up my left sleeve and eagerly take a blade out. I cut my first cut of the day, i take it nice and slow, embracing the cool metal on by bruised and already cut and scarred skin. i watch as the deep red blood runs over the side of my arm gracefully, i always fall in love with the sight every time i see it. So i repeat, and repeat, and repeat, until i've got a good 20 relatively deep cuts up my wrist.

I start to hear my dad moving around downstairs and quickly clean and put my blade back in its box and go to the bathroom to rinse the blood off my arm and bandage it up before I grab a bottle of vodka from my trusty stash from under my bed and head downstairs and out the front door without my dad beating me again.

I head to my favourite place to come when i get kicked out, the park, theres a really nice bench beside a lake so i start walking there and start drinking some of the vodka i brought to keep me company and to help me pass out later.

As i get closer I've pretty much finished my bottle of vodka and am stumbling all around the place and cant walk a straight line to save my life. I can't tell if theres a person on my bench or if its just all the alcohol. I get a bit closer and he notices me, then i realise its Vic. Whats he doing on my bench. Bitch. Ooh sassy drunk Kellin is coming out apparently.

"Kellin?" Shit, too late to turn around. "Kellin what are you doing? Are you drunk?"
"nooo" I slur. Busted. He starts to walk towards my swaying self.
"Kellin, Why are you drunk? And whats happened to your face? Are you okay?" I turn to walk away but lose my footing and slip into the icy lake.

"KELLIN" Vic tries to grab me but its too late for me, i can tell you what though, don't fall in lakes when its winter in Michigan because holy sweet fuck this is cold. I realise I'm still under water when i feel Vics arms pull me out and onto the land. Only then is it that i start to hyperventilate and my body just gives up and convulses uncontrollably. Vic pulls me into his warm body and holds his arms around me, stroking my icy hair.

"Kells we need to get you home ok?" Although i do love the new nickname, I don't do anything, i just snuggle into him more and grip his shirt as tight as i can because i can barely feel my fingers I'm so numb. About 20 minutes later and i feel myself drift off slowly in his lap with him still stroking my head and trying to warm me up.