We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 6

Okay guys. Let's get down to seriousness for a second. I forgot to mention there will be some ******TRIGGERING******* parts in this story. Sorry. I also need an editor and or a person to do a better cover for me, so just inbox me if you're interested. Thanks sorry for my rant bye.

Kellin

"Kellin Quinn!"

I groaned. Monday already? Fuck, I thought it was saturday. "What?" I yelled downstairs, getting up off my bed and staring at my alarm clock. Why are you waking me up an hour before I've got to go to school?

"Come here, I need your help with something!"

My dad wasn't all that scary, but when he got angry - I'd run for my life if I were you.

"Coming!" I yelled, before slipping on a pair of skinny jeans and a white striped tank top.

When I got downstairs, my dad was sitting on the couch with a slip of paper in his hand, a stern look on his idiotic face. I resent my father, only for the fact he wants me to be the perfect son, with the perfect girlfriend/wife and kids, all while being a doctor, just like he was. Well - without the mother.

"Yeah?" I asked, sitting down on the couch beside him. He shot me a glare that I swear meant that he wanted to gouge my eyes out with a spoon - I wouldn't doubt it if he knew how to do that.

"Stand the fuck up, son. I don't want you on this couch with that body that gets a C in biology. You can't be a fucking doctor with a C."

"But dad I don't want to be - "

"Shut the fuck up!" My dad stood up, and slammed the paper down on the coffee table. "You're a disgrace to the family! You need to use your fucking head!" He screamed at me, smacking me upside the head. "Maybe I'll just have to cut your precious girly ass hair. Maybe then you'll learn."

No! Not my hair! My hair reminded me of my mother, who had died in a car accident two years ago. I wish she was here...

"I'll bring it up, I promise. I'll do some extra credit work and make-up assignments and I'll- "

"You better. Don't be a god damn idiot, Kellin, I know how smart you are."

I remained quiet and nodded, before being dismissed back to my room, where I sat on my bed and just stared off at my wall.

Why couldn't he just understand that I didn't want to be like him? I didn't want to be a doctor, with kids and a wife - I wanted to be on the go with Jack, Justin, Gabe... I'm never one for commitment, not good with relationships. Only good with myself and my friends, maybe a one night stand every now and then.

But, as weird as it seemed, I'd always wanted to impress my father - and yet nothing ever seemed good enough. Nothing was ever enough.

And with that thought, I put on Five Finger Death Punches Never Enough, making sure my headphones were at the max, drowning out the world, drowning out my father.

All I wanted was to see my mother. She always knew what to say, what to do. Unlike my asshole of a father, who always wanted me to be in his image, who didn't give a hell about your feelings. To him, earth just had to revolve around him.

If my mom were here, he wouldn't be like this. He would have never even considered whacking me upside the head. He would have never cursed, or yelled at me like that.

She'd tell me to be myself, follow what I believe in. She was cool that way. I only wish it were my father that died. But then, would she be the same as him? Angry all the time, with nothing better to do than meddle in my life, telling me what's best for me?

I remember the call. The damn call that started a whole lot of hell. That started a terrible relationship between me and my dad. And I, of course, was stupid enough to answer the phone. I remember the words the lady informed me.

"Mr. Botswick?"

I shook my head. "This is his son, may I ask who's speaking?"

My dad chuckled at my tone of voice, looking back down at the newspaper, shaking it roughly.

"Yes, this is Gracie King from Lake Memorial hospital."

I pressed speaker. "Okay, ma'am, may I ask why you're calling?"

My dad set down his newspaper and took off his glasses before standing up.

"Yes, it's about Mary, I'm assuming your mother?"

My heart leapt. Is she okay? What happened? I gave my dad a panicked look.

"Y-yes..."

"Well, she was in a car accident. A drunk driver hit her head on, and she died on impact. We found her wallet and her phone, and decided it was best to inform you. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

My dad's entire face turned a bright red, his eyes filling with tears as my heart dropped to my toes when I processed what just happened.

"Oh, um. Thanks for informing us."

I hung up the phone and dropped to the floor. My mom - just gone? How could that be?

I couldn't stop the tears from spilling out, as my dad went into his room and slammed the door.

I relive that day, May 27, every time I look in the mirror. Same eyes, same hair - I had most of my mother's traits. Which was what I had done at that moment, just stared at myself in the mirror, trying to see my mother in my own eyes, before sighing as my alarm went off, signaling I was supposed to get ready for a fun-filled day of getting my grade up in biology.

I'd probably wind up staying after school, just to get some extra credit work done, because it seemed that me being a doctor was the only thing that could make him happy anymore.