The Only Good Thing Left in Me [Kellic]

Chapter Fifteen [Slight T.W]

"Kellin!" Vic screamed as he quietly swung the door open. I'm sure he expected me to be changing or in the shower, but instead he found me hunched over a toilet bowl emptying my stomach. Great.

"Kells, w-what the hell! Stop!" He added, rushing to my side.

"Stop yelling and don't touch me." I said rather sternly. It even surprised Vic, who crept back a few feet.

Drums played their beat in my head as I carefully got to my feet. I flushed the toilet, then shot a glance at Vic, who returned a hopeful glare. I simply instructed him to go to the other room and wait, which he thankfully obliged.

After he left, my attention turned returned to the person staring back at me in the mirror. Who am I now?

The thought of having to explain this whole ordeal to Vic makes my stomach churn. What if he thinks I'm disgusting, and breaks up with me? We've been together a whole 3 days, and if I mess it up, that'll be quite the story to tell someday.

I splashed water on my face from the already running sink, in hopes it would make the tear streaks fade. I glanced up again and thankfully they weren't as noticeable anymore. Taking a towel from the rack behind me, I dried my face and turned the sink off. Time to face Vic.

Timorously, I walked to his room where he sat on his bed, his face in the palms of his hands. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He merely looked up with a sad expression. I carefully strolled over and sat beside him.

"Kells" He sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I took a moment before responding. "Because I figured you would throw me away. There's a lot to me that you don't know about, Vic." And it's true. He doesn't know about the nights I cry, or my family history.

"So tell me about them." He says, laying down on his back and motioning to me to cuddle beside him.

I bit my lip nervously. How can he even stand to touch me after what he saw? Nevertheless, I cuddled with him and began talking.

"Okay... I guess I should start with my drawing because that's where it all kind of stems from. If you don't remember, I drew a completely wrecked house and a ghostly girl figure above it. It's supposed to symbolize my life. Did you ever wonder why you only met my mom? Why I don't have any siblings or even a dad around?" I asked.

"Well, it has crossed my mind. But I figure that stuff is private, and shouldn't be questioned unless someone's willing to talk about it." Vic answered truthfully.

"Yeah." I sighed quietly. "I'm grandparent and fatherless. Well, technically not fatherless, but he's obviously not around. Reason being, he abused my mom and I. We used to live in Montana with him, then, we moved here in order to get away from the abuse." I confessed.

"Oh Kells, that's absolutely horrible. I'm so sorry you had to go through something like that." Vic replied solemnly, and kissed my nose softly.

"Yeah, but I'm not done. The girl/ghost above the home... that's to symbolize my sister, Kailey. She..." I trailed off in memory of my little sister. I'd protect her when our dad got drunk, I'd read her to sleep, hell, I even took some beatings for her.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." Vic said, rubbing my back softly.

"No, all of this is crucial for you to know. My sister... she's still with my dad. Or at least I think she is. My mom only managed to get custody of me before we moved. God, court systems make no sense. Anyway, my mom got me, and my dad got Kailey. As much as it broke my mom and I's heart, we had to leave her. We left her there with that monster." I broke down and began to cry at the realization of it all. These things I've buried deep down, and they almost never resurface anymore. Talking about it is like a slap in the face, or a kick in the stomach. Either way, it's painful. Vic cradled me a bit tighter and attempted to appease me.