I Hope That I Make You Proud

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(Vics POV)

I had no sense whatsoever. Another side effect from the drug, so physically I didn't know what I was doing. My body keept bruising the once beautiful pale porcelain skin on my innocent sweet boyfriend. He's not so innocent anymore, especially since he's keeps seeing that other man. My mind was in a haze, but I couldn't control my actions. I stood there, kicking the boy I thought I could love wholeheartedly. They boy I dared to fall for yet again, after the mistake that left me broken-hearted.

In a second, all remorse I felt for him, was gone. All I felt was anger bubbling up inside of me. The pent up anger I've had since that day I got left, I was now taking it out on Kellin. He can't leave me too. He just can't. He said...he said he loved me.

"V-vic!" He managed to choke out some words in between my rough kicks. He doesn't deserve to say my name if he's been leaving me for some other guy. I stop all of my movements and all I could hear was his sobs wracking through his body on the floor.

I bent down, with a bit of difficulty as I couldn't really see right now. I managed to feel around for his hair, and once I felt it gripped it tightly. I pulled him up by his hair and made his petrified tear stained expression come face-to-face with my furious, jealous one. He yelped and tried hitting my hands away from his hair, but it was futile. He just whimpering and chocking up, and that only angered me more.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled in his face. He gave a confused look, and from the features I could barely make out, he was hurt.

"Where did you come from?" I asked in the most calm manner possible, in my drug induced state.

"I-i w-was with a-a f-frie-"

"Don't bullshit me!" I seethed. My fists coiled even tighter than before and I jerked his head closer to me roughly. I heard him gasp in pain, and that gave me much more reason to pull his hair tighter. "Is this why you come h-home dressed up like a fucking slut? Dressed like the whore you are." My words were vile and vicious, spitting at him through gritted teeth.

"No-one will ever love you the way I did." I paused and thought about what I had just said. "You know what? I don't even think you deserve my love."

He didn't say anything expect to let out loud whimpers of pain and screeches every once in awhile. "Answer me!" I screamed at him once more, before roughly yanking his head down and up again. He fell to his knees, and I forced him to stay there while I tilted his head up.

"Why is it that everyone thinks they can come and go as they please?" I asked myself more than to Kellin. Angrily, I pulled my fist back and then forward. I let my fist collide with Kellins jaw, making him throw his head back and fall on the ground.

He screamed in agony, holding his face in his hands while letting out more sobs. By this point he was bawling hysterically and it was annoying. The loud sounds messed with my drugged up mind and it made my head pound.

"Shut up! Stand up!" Screamed as loud as I could and yanked his arm up. I dug my nails into his skin since he wasn't cooperating. He got up on wobbly legs, but soon doubled over as my knee came in contact with his stomach. He kept screaming and screeching, and by this point I was livid.

I roughly pushed him back so his back was on the wall and kneed him again. I started calling him all the things that came to mind. All the thing that me resembled in this moment.

"Slut!" I kneed him again.

"Whore!" I gave him no time to recover.

"Most of all, you're ju-" I had no time to finished my sentence as I was being dragged away by a pair of strong arms. I didn't even notice someone had walked through the door since all I could here was that liars pathetic crying.