The Only Good Thing Left in Me [Kellic]

Chapter Seventeen

Vic held my hand with a firm grip as he killed the engine of his car. We just pulled into the parking lot of the family therapist company my mom and I agreed on going to, and to say the least, my anxiety was through the roof.

"I don't think I can do this." I said with a shaky voice.

"Sure you can Kells, you're my brave and beautiful boyfriend." Vic compliments, lifting my hand up and kissing it quickly.

"Babe, it's not about me... I'm more than ready to get everything off my chest, I just don't know how my mom will react..." I muttered.

He stayed quiet for a moment. "Kellin, think about it like this, this is the chance to spill everything. This is the chance to finally shed some light on everything that's been kept in the shadows. Maybe it'll even help with your eating d-"

'Don't," I cut him off, sending a sharp glare. He held his hands up and said he'll save that conversation for another time.

We got out of the car hand in hand, with me probably visibly shaking. Once inside, Vic told me to sit and wait for him to return. He eventually returned with a clipboard equipped with numerous pages of paperwork and a pen. After filling out said pages of paperwork, we handed it to the secretary lady who said we would be assigned a councilor sometime in the next few days. 

"You did it!' Vic exclaimed as he started up the engine.

"Yeah, the paperwork is easy. Now the hard part begins." I say, a bit exasperated by his mistimed zeal. 

"What hard part Kells? Look your mom agreed to go, and you don't have to worry about finances because it's not that expensive per session, so what the hell are you worried about? This is supposed to be a good thing!" He yelled. 

I went quiet. He's right. "I'm sorry." I apologized softly.

"Whatever. It's fine." He said simply before pulling off out of the parking lot.

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I bit my lip as he pulled in front of my driveway. I don't want to part ways with him while he's still upset with me, because it ruins my whole day. I go off assuming he hates me and blah blah blah, it's just not a good situation. "Can I come to your house?" I asked timorously.

He looked at me and laughed sarcastically, "Why? So you can complain some more?"

"Vic you know I'm just under pre-"

"Just get out. I'll see you later." He said harshly.

Not wanting to make the situation worse, I obliged; popping out of the Mustang and closing the door-- making sure I didn't slam it to make it seem as if I was mad too. At this point I wasn't mad, I was disappointed in myself for making things bad between us.

"Text me when you're done being mad at me, or whatever. I'm sorry." I said, turning to leave without waiting for his response.

Why do I mess everything good up in my life? 

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Being alone with my thoughts and a pissed off boyfriend did not help at all with my mental health. When Vic dropped me off a few hours ago, I ignored my mom (even though it was Saturday and we'd usually watch TV together,) and went straight to my bed and sulked for a few hours. It was 11 PM when I realized that I was waiting for a text that would never be sent. I screwed up. 

I sat up and decided to send my own message to him before I went to sleep. 

Me: Vic, I'm sorry I was a dick today. I was just irritated and on edge and this whole situation is putting me under pressure. Still, though, I should've been nicer about it. I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me. Good night, baby. 

I plugged my phone in before throwing it on the red rug beside my bed, not expecting a reply. I settled into bed, trying my best to fight away the urges to head to the bathroom. I told myself I shouldn't because if Vic finds out he may be even more livid with me, so I didn't.

Just as sleep was beginning to take over, my phone lit up with a new message. I blinked sleepily and opened it.

Vic: It's okay Kells. You know I can't stay completely mad at you. However, you now owe me a hot makeout session for the emotional distress ;) Come over tomorrow, yeah? 

I beamed widely as I read over his short text. I'm beyond relieved that he isn't mad at me anymore. It's hell when he's upset.

Me: Of course I will! And I don't mind that ;) Night <3 

Vic: Good night love <3 

I couldn't help but squeal, bury my head in my pillow and kick frantically at his last message. 

He called me love.

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A/N: Guys I just want to apologize for not updating in almost a month! I deserve you all to show up at my door with pitchforks and torches lol. I just lost sight of where I'm going with this book, and I'm trying to prepare story plots for The Wattys (anyone else entering?) Also, THANKS SO MUCH FOR 1.3K READS AND OVER 130 VOTES YOU GUYS RULE! That makes me so happy you have no idea. Anyway, try not to hate me, bare with me, and I'm sorry this chapter is a bit sucky, I just wanted to update.  -Cc <3