We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 5

Okayyyy so I promised you guys another chapter. I'm sorry but it's going to be a little short. But I love all you guys that read my stories. Let the Kellic commense!!

Kellin

Vic looks down at his phone and his face twists into that of pain. I'm about to ask him if everything is okay, but instead he looks up at me and gives a small smile.

"Well...see you next time..."

I look at him in confusion as he turns around and walks away, before breaking into a sprint towards the doors.

"Goodbye..?"

I couldn't stop wondering what happened to make him leave so abruptly. He seemed really awesome and cute...

Again with the thoughts, Kellin! You're not gay!

I looked back at the Hot Topic and walked back inside, sliding my work shirt on and starting another day of work.

Working at Hot Topic wasn't as bad as working at McDonald's. It's more so dealing with fangirls than dealing with annoying customers blaming you for how you got thier order wrong.

I looked up at all the t-shirts and outfits, wondering if there will be a Sleeping With Sirens shirt up there one day.

Grinning at the thought, I closed up shop and walked out of the door, walking back to my home.

Vic

"Mom!"

My voice rang through the house. All I saw was red, and if she was in my presence she'd be dead.

I ran over to Mike, checking for a pulse. Letting out a sigh of relief when I could tell he had one, I picked him up and carried his limp body to his room.

I can't belive she got out...how did she get out? Did she get through the window and come back in through the front door?

My main fear was for Mike. I didn't really care about myself right now. My brother was my main focus. I grabbed all the medical supplies and ran back to the room.

His face was bruised and littered with cuts, assumingly from the vases. I should take all of those out of the house.

I got to work, cleaning his wounds and putting an antibiotic on them, making sure they wouldn't get infected. I was sure going to be really pissed when I saw my mother again, but I knew I wouldn't lay a finger on her. She may have done the same to me, but I'm never going to wind up like her.

I ran downstairs and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, a glass of water and a cool rag.

When I put the ice pack on Mike's eye, he groaned.

"Nnnnuungg..."

I shushed him. "You're okay...you're okay..."

I was trying my hardest not to cry. Everything was falling apart at my fingertips. If only I hadn't gone to Jamie's house...if only I had went for a walk with Mike...

My head filled withwhat if's, and I couldn't stop them. Couldn't stop the thought that I was a terrible brother, with a terrible mother. I was never there for Mike, and when I left - he always seemed to get hurt.

"D-d-don't cry..."

His voice came out in a whisper, and I realized I was crying, but I didn't care at this point. All I wanted was for Mike to be okay.

I made him sit up and I grabbed some ibuprofen from his drawer, which I knew he had because he gets migraines from time to time.

I made him take some and stay awake. I didn't know whether or not he had a concussion. I put on some music at a low volume.

"Here's some Avenged to sooth your soul," I joked, putting on Unholy Confessions.

He grinned with his right eye almost closed. He wasn't asleep, but his eye was so swollen. It was almost all the way shut.

I wanted to hold him and bawl my eyes out. He's my brother - he's been with me through everything. And yet, it's like I still let him get hurt.

I walked downstairs and flipped over the couch, putting it back in it's original position before going and getting Mike, making him sit on the couch before cleaning up.

Boy, it's going to be a long night.