I walk into my fathers office and cautiously open the door to see him sitting on his couch.
"You.. Wanted to see me?" I ask and he slowly looks up, giving me a glare full of annoyance and anger before standing up and walking my way.
"You know, one of our clients that you worked on last week dropped us... They said that they weren't impressed with your work" he says getting to close.
"I uh I don't know why sir. I tried my best, you have to remember I was really sick that day." I say. I remember that day perfectly. I was dying, literally I had some sort of fever and infection that wasn't common and if I didn't rest it could've resulted bad but my parents wouldn't understand. So after a lot of nagging from Nick I made him take me. The guy knew I was sick but it's typical for a rich bastard to complain . I look up to my father when a force meets my check. I clutch it in pain.
He kicks my stomach and I fall into the ground. "Don't give me your shitty excuses! I put my all into this company and look where it is! I will not let your weakness tear it down! So get your shit together and work harder!" He yells. "Now get your worthless ass up and continue your date. You better pray you don't fuck that up to." He mumbles and exits the room.
When he's gone I pull myself up and dust myself off, still struggling to breath. It's not my fault I'm bad at this! Is it? I mean I didn't ask to be the son of a successful family. I'm just not good enough. This isn't what I'm good at, I'm not good at anything.
When the tears start picking at my eyes I decide against the banquet. I wanted to rebel a little and avoid cat, I've had enough of her. So I walk around, going into our greenhouse. This is where I usually go when things aren't exactly great. The flowers and fountain relax me, and in night it is even more beautiful with the little lanterns lighting it up and the moonlight shinning through the clear glass.
When I get to a bench near the fountain I put my head down and sobbed. I was so fucking sick of this! I was sick of my parents, I was sick of not being good enough, I was sick of pretending to be this cocky bubbly straight perfect person when I wasn't. I've been pretending for so long I don't even know who I really am anymore. But who ever that person is I hate him because he's not good enough.
I started thinking about this whole thing with Catherine. How is this going to work? The rest of my life with someone I practically hate. And then what? I have a family with her and life my life trying to run a company I'm just not cut out for. I hated the idea of me having to go everyday like that and before I knew it I was struggling to breath. I wasn't stupid I knew I was having an attack but I couldn't control it. I never could but I always had to by myself, sometimes Nick would help but he was no where to be found. I felt like I was suffocating and tears were falling down my face. I was starting to feel trapped and I just needed air, or at least one second to think.
Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump which didn't exactly help with the whole suffocation thing.
I look up to see Vic looking down at me with a look of care. Why is he here?
"Shh just breath." He said placing one hand on my back. I nodded a little but still struggled, shaking my head. He looked me in the eye "come on Kellin you can do this , you can control this. Just breath with me okay?" He said and I nodded again, my face still a teary mess.
He inhaled deeply and I tried to do the same "good now another time" he said and I repeated his actions about a few times until I got the hang of it. "Good job." He said. There was no judgement in his voice and he wasn't even talking down to me. why was he being so kind? Eventually I could start to think and calm myself down.
I look up when I finally catch my breath to see him staring at me.
"I uh I'll go." I mumble.
"No no. Its fine I just came hear because I need to lock up but that doesn't matter. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. Just do your job and lock up." I say bitterly, I appreciated what he did but I can't get all close to him.
"You don't seem fine. And again don't talk down to me." He snaps and takes the seat next to me. "Now come on what's wrong? It's okay I won't tell anyone." He says with a caring tone.
"It's nothing worth mentioning." I say wiping my tears.
"It's not nothing if it made you cry and have a panic attack. Talking about it might help." He says and I give in. What's the worse he can do? I could fire him if he teased me or blabbed about my feelings, but the thing is I don't want to fire him. I just wanted someone to talk to.
"Uh it's just my dad." I try to play off but he doesn't buy it.
"And?"
"He puts so much pressure on my to run this fucking company that I hate. So what if we lost one client? We have too many anyway. We have too much money anyway! We don't need all this and he just wants me to run it for the "family business look" which is so full of shit because we are not a freaking family and this isn't what I want to do with my life but it's all I got!" I say. I look at Vic for any kind of reaction, I sorta got carried away but I couldn't help it. Once I said one thing everything else just spilled out. He just looked at me, like he understood, like he wanted to help. I liked it.
"I get you. Dads are assholes. Sometimes they just expect you to be some one you're not, but don't let it get to you. You are so much more than him, you are so much more than this company. You're 18 right? So you are allowed to do what you want and be who you want. You don't need to rely on them." He said and wrapped his arms around me.
"That's the thing, I can't make it on my own. My parents have all my money. I can't do anything and I'm not good at anything."
"Oh please I saw that wall you are by far the best artist I've ever seen, you've been in movies, and you've modeled I'm pretty sure you are can do something." He says and I blush "and I'm sure you could find some place, and if all fails my house is open for you." He says and looks over at me, smiling. I actually chuckled but I wasn't opposed to the idea.
"I'm just so tired of pretending to be this person that I'm not. I don't even know who I am anymore because I've been hiding it for so long." I mumble.
"Well whoever you are, you're someone who deserves to be happy." He says encouragingly making my chest do a really weird flipping thing. I wasn't sure how I felt about ur but I was sure that his lips were way to close for comfort. I look at his lips, his face was only inches away from mine.
Before I knew it I was crashing my lips into his. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach which really surprised me. He was shocked for a second but eventually moved his soft lips with mine. I wasn't expecting that, I was expecting him to just move away.
The kiss was so perfect, maybe it was because I was vulnerable but god this just felt so right. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, I don't even hesitate before opening my mouth and knotting my fingers in his hair. Our tongues glided against each other. This was probably the best kiss I've ever had but before I could even do anything he pulled away leaving me wanting more. That's when I heard the clicking of heels and I immediately stood up. Catherine walks in, I wanted to yell at her. This is my happy place how dare she just burst in, plus she just ruined my chances of getting lucky with this hot guy. Not that I wanted to sleep with him.
Lies.
"Kellin why are you here? The party is almost over and we haven't even danced!" She shrieked.
"Oh you know just directing the help." I say rudely but I send Vic a smirk so he knows I'm not serious. I'm not sure where things are going to go from here with us. That kiss gave me an odd feeling that I just couldn't keep. He was my worker, and I have to marry Catherine. Then again I'm not attracted to her so maybe I could just let out my sexual frustrations on this hot Mexican. I wonder what else those lips could do...If I knew the lower class was so good at making out I would have hooked up with one years ago.
I was pulled away by Catherine but I winked at Vic and he simply smiled and rolled his eyes.
That's when I noticed I was smiling, and not only that but I had a warm happy feeling that I hadn't felt in so long, or maybe even at all. It was nice to be happy and for once it wasn't because of money. Unfortunately, I know I have to shake this feeling and move on because there is nothing that will come out of this.
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Theyyyyyyy kissed oml. That's so cute in fangirling x) but yeah have a nice day, and sorry I took long to update blame stupid school, regardless have a great day byeee
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F*ck money we want love (Kellic)
Fanfiction>>kellic<< Kellin Quinn is your typical rich boy. He's snotty and loves to cause trouble. His controlling parents decide to have him marry their competitor's daughter and have him be the head of their company. Ignoring his sexuality, dreams to beco...
