In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Twenty One

A/N; shit's about to go down (& very mild trigger warning, I guess)
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You see, there's a lot of stuff that pissed me off. Mostly minor things like collared shirts or when my sleeves got wet from washing my hands. However, when someone intentionally harmed Vic Fuentes, which obviously pissed me off too, it was not taken so lightly.

Vic could easily defend himself, and I knew that. Despite his shortness, he was very muscular and knew how to throw a punch. However, people are fucking cowards and when someone defends themselves, they step up, making it unfair, because they have a problem with their ego. Recently, there was this dude, who apparently had something against Vic liking guys.

Vic kind of fucked him up when he tried to hurt him, though, so he decided he'd bring all his minions and then try again. It is obviously very unfair and absolutely pathetic, but to that guy, it seemed reasonable. They beat Vic up pretty bad, seeing he had absolutely no chance against those five assholes.

So when he called me, I was at first surprised. I mean, we hadn't particularly been on good terms when we had last seen each other. "Kellin?", he breathed. "Yeah?", I replied in a questioning tone, "what's up?"

There was some shuffling around and then a cough, before he answered, "I kind of need your-", another cough, "I kind of need your help right now."
"What? Where are you? What's wrong?", I asked quickly. "At school... Parking lot... Can you just... Can you hurry?"

I was panicking by now, somehow managing to pull my shoes on and grab my keys, while saying: "I'll be right there, hold on." I practically sprinted to the school, completely out of breath and drenched in sweat when I got there, but I barely even took notice of that. Vic was more important by far.

My heart stopped, when I saw him at the back of the parking lot, slumped against a brick wall. I ran over to him as fast as I could. "Oh my god, who do I have to kill?", I panted as soon as I reached him. His nose was bleeding non-stop and you could already see a bruise forming on his cheek.

He looked at me and let out a sigh of relief, before his body went entirely limp. "Vic?", I asked cautiously. "Vic? Vic, stay with me, come on, wake up", I said, as I started to shake him slightly. He was passed out though.

For whatever reason, I figured that Vic wouldn't have wanted me to call an ambulance, so I picked him up bridal style, which proved to be rather complicated, because he was just hanging there, making it harder for me to carry him.

My house wasn't very far from school, but I didn't really want to carry him there, either. And it was times like those, when I really appreciated my rich family. I texted Ed to quickly pick me up at school. It wasn't long, until a black car pulled into the parking lot and I hurried toward it with Vic still unconscious in my arms.

"The hell?", Ed asked and jumped out, "What is happening?" I just shook my head, as I stuffed Vic into the backseat and tried to buckle him up somehow. "I don't really know, but we have to get him home." He nodded, got back into the car, driving home pretty fast. We also had a nurse at our house, so when I got in, I started screaming "Allie", until she finally showed up.

"Jesus!", she exclaimed and took him from my arms. We had something similar to a nurses' office in the basement, which is where she took him, me following. She put him down and started lightly touching his nose. "It's most likely fractured or even broken", she muttered. She removed the now dried blood from his face and then gently pulled up his shirt.

We both gasped in unison.

His hips and stomach were covered in tiny, red cuts, all the way up to his ribs.

What - the - fuck?!

Tears formed in my eyes at the sight.

How? Why? When? Where else?

I was so confused, I couldn't even find words to express how I felt. I felt hurt, because him hurting himself - such a beautiful, perfect human being - hurt me, because he meant so much I felt sad, because I didn't know why he would ever do that, he didn't deserve this - then again, nobody does, but that's not the point. I was confused, because I just didn't get why he did it, when he did it, where else he did it, if anyone knew, if he was going to therapy or anything and most of all - why he had done it in the first place, like I had already said.

I wanted to help him, I wanted to kiss and hug him and tell him I would always be there. I wanted to make him feel wanted. I wanted to make him feel like he was worth more than self harm - because he was.

Allie said nothing, as tears began to fall from my eyes. She wiped off the dried blood, put some sort of gel on the bruises and one of those huge, ugly band-aid-like things on his nose. She helped me bring him up into my room, then she left. I sat next to him and cried.

I wasn't full-on sobbing or anything, just quietly crying. About half an hour later - I had stopped crying by then - Vic woke up.

"Where the... Wha... What the hell?", he groaned. I explained to him what had happened after him passing out and he thanked me an unnecessary amount of times for coming there and helping him.

When he had confirmed, that he was kind of okay (physically), I hugged him as tight as I dared. I was still scared that I'd hurt him somehow. "You're great and I-", I almost dropped the "L"-bomb. I decided not to, though. It was too risky. "You mean so much to me."

"Woah", he laughed awkwardly, "what happened?" I froze and cleared my throat, before cautiously glancing down at his stomach. He seemed to get it immediately as his eyes suddenly held panic.

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A/N: I'm so sorry

I just like putting these things in fics, in hopes to show people that self harm is not the answer or anything of that sort

I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVE YALL OH MY GOD SO MANY VIEWS IM NOT USED TO THIS OVER 400 VOTES WHATWHATWHATOMG