Miner

9:19 PM

There is a story that does/will do/whatever the hour-by-hour thing for chapters like I do and I'm annoyed because that was something that I was proud of coming up with and I know the person reads my story but what the fuck ever

Believe it or not im actually not dead. I've just had a ton going on in my life right now and it's taking a huge toll on my writing ability. Im going to try to finish this in the next chapter or two so that I don't have to continue to string you guys along with these sporadic updates. Long story short, my mom left my abusive stepfather in the middle of the day on Friday and we've moved in with my grandparents who live in a different school district meaning I will be changing schools for the second year in a row. I'm emotionally okay, but physically exhausted. Ive had to unpack my 15 bags of clothes and stuff and run around with my family and it's just a shitstorm. Not to mention my stepfather cut off my mom and I's cell service so we had to go get new phones and numbers. I'm alright though because I went from having an iphone 5c to a 6 so fuck you stepdad you actually upgraded me by trying to be an ass.

Along with all this my girlfriend has gone to band camp and im loooonely. Erica, if you ever read this damn story just know that I hope you are/were having a damn good time and that I miss youououou

Sorry, long note but I just feel really shitty for stringing you guys along and I can tell that it's affected my writing a lot. Sorry you guys have to deal with this.

ONTO THE STORY.

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Kellin. 9:19 PM

I was asked to go home after all of the officers had gotten annoyed with me. I felt sort of shitty about the fact that the entire police department seemed to despise my presence, but it was all in the hope that I got news about Vic.

Gabe obviously knew something from the way he was acting, that I was sure of. Every time I so much as spoke Vic's name, Gabe would tense, if only for a moment, and then try to play it off. I was extremely curious about what he was hiding, but at the same time his reactions left me feeling like maybe it was better if I didn't know at all.

The baby was giving me a run for my money, and my back and feet hurt like hell. I was surely going to be feeling this for the rest of the pregnancy, and would probably be put on bed rest, but that was whatever it was. Vic mattered more than anything in this moment, and I couldn't just leave him for my own comfort.

Vic's brother actually came out here once word got around that Vic was possibly in danger. It took long enough, but Mike actually became a nice support system for me. It had only been about thirty minutes since he came over and started talking to me, but it felt good to have someone else who was just as worried about Vic as I was. It sucked that I had to say that, but it was true. If there wasn't someone else who understood how I felt right now, then I think I would have a heart attack.

"I don't know, Kellin. There are just some things that happen to make us realize that we shouldn't take things for granted, no matter how shitty it is," Mike droned, sounding like he was on autopilot. I felt horrible for Mike, because he and Vic had just lost their parents a little over a year ago, and now he was about to lose his brother, too.

"Well, fuck life then. Is me losing Vic and this baby losing its father really the best way to teach a lesson? If anything, it's a great way to make me shut down completely. I can't imagine how it's going to feel if I find out that Vic is dead. Could you imagine that? I mean, finding out your brother, or spouse, or father died? Especially on those conditions? Work till death, I suppose," I ranted, not even thinking about the words that fell from my lips. Maybe I was a little out of it and maybe I didn't care.