Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 36

Song of the Chapter: Hurricane by Halsey

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Name of the Chapter: Fine.

Kayleigh's POV

For the first time since I had met Vic, he finally understood that getting better was the only choice for him.

When I first told him that he should go back to therapy in the small motel room with Mike, he only agreed because he was half asleep. But, every morning after that, he was refusing to go, as well as refusing to talk to me unless I changed my mind.

I didn't budge though.

It took three weeks for him to come around. It took him three weeks to realise that what I was doing was for his benefit, not my own, that I wasn't thinking of myself. It took him three weeks to stop calling me names and shouting at me whenever I bought it up. But I think in that three weeks he saw what he was doing to me. How much I was hurting. He came to me at 3 in the morning and just cried in my arms. He told me he was thinking all night about it, that he couldn't sleep.

We stayed in that motel for three days before leaving to Mike's apartment. Although I didn't have any money because I didn't have a job for a good 8 months, Mike decided it would be best if he paid for everything. I refused at first, but I couldn't pay, so I promised I'd pay him back.

For those three weeks, I barely saw Vic (he was always sleeping), but when I did all three of us talked about Janice and how bat shit crazy she was. We shared stories of how we met her, and I wasn't surprised when I heard Mike met her at a party. I wasn't surprised when he recounted her vomiting everywhere, either.

So, basically, these three boring, torturous weeks were filled with me and Mike (and sometimes Vic) wondering what the hell to do with our lives.

Mike had a nice apartment, it was small, but not so small that I felt like I was living in a box. It didn't have an amazing view, only of the street below, neither did it have working hot water at 8 o'clock in the morning, but it was something, and it was better than nothing.

It was now the 11th of August, just four days before my birthday, and Vic was due to leave tomorrow. I was going to be spending my 24th birthday alone. This thought made me realise how lonely I actually was.

My Dad? He left my mother for someone else, and now they have a family together. My Mum? No idea where she is. I know for a fact she doesn't care either. Coby? Dead. Vic? Going away for 5 months on a depression and self-esteem treatment program. Janice? I don't want to hear her name again.

I don't have any friends. I don't have any family. I don't even have a dog.

But I'll get to visit Vic once he started making progress, and I'll get a job and make new friends. But nothing sounded as great as having Vic by my side every day. I was torn. I was so close to just putting Vic into my suitcase again, and wheeling him and myself off to china to live in a village with small Chinese children.

So, I sat at the kitchen counter in Mike's apartment at 5 in the morning, drinking hot chocolate because I couldn't sleep, wondering if I was making the right decision and asking myself how I was going to cope without Vic.

I had already applied for a few jobs, and I was looking for some possible apartments to live in after I had gained enough money to rent one. I was trying to plan ahead for when Vic got back, so he and I could be together happily.

I hope that day comes soon.

I must have fallen asleep at the counter, because I was woken by Mike who was making his coffee.