The Night Hides Scars >> Kellic A.U.

Chapter 6

"Oh my fucking god, why is this house such a mess?!" I was standing in the middle of the kitchen when I shouted at the top of my lungs. I had been cleaning for almost four hours now and I felt like I hadn't even made a dent.

Oli was coming back tomorrow and I'll be damned if he was coming home to this alleyway. I hadn't made that much more of a mess since he left, but I wanted the house to be nice and clean when he got home.

So far, though, I felt as if my efforts were fruitless. The papers that were scattered across our kitchen counter were now in a pile in the corner of our kitchen counter because I didn't know what to do with them. I picked up all the stray cups and glasses around the house and washed them, putting them back in the cabinet. I swept and mopped as well and that took, literally, forever. Who knew cleaning the whole house was so much work? I was beginning to feel really bad for Cinderella.

I decided to take a small break and make lunch for myself and my imaginary friend that had been keeping me company for these past six days.

He didn't eat anything, of course, so I wouldn't actually make a second sandwich. That would be crazy. And I am not crazy.

I turned on my iPod, plugging it into our dock station, and then took a bite out of my sandwich. I was so excited for Oli to get home, really. I even went online and bought him a present that was supposed to arrive in the mail today. However, it was already late in the afternoon and I hadn't received any package. I don't know why I was trying so hard to prove to him that I could be fine on my own. And I am. I'm fine. I suppose I'm more proving to myself that I can do things alone.

I took another bite out of my sandwich. In the past three years, Oli and I had never really separated. Sure, there was work and the occasional runs to the store. I'm not obsessive, I didn't need to be with him every minute of every day. But when I didn't get to see him for a long time, yes a week is a long time, it bothered me. That's what loving him had done to me.

I bit out another mouthful. Whenever he went away, I was always left alone. That may sound pathetic, but it's true. I hadn't been in touch with any of my friends in many years. In my mind, Oli was all I needed. That's, more than likely, very unhealthy. I sort of had my sister and I'm sure if I wanted to, I could go out into the world and try and make friends. Or even contact my old ones.

I bit into my sandwich once more. My heartstrings tugged at the memories of my old friends. Also memories of the last time I saw Vic, and how he told me to look after everyone.

"You'll have Justin, and Jack, and Gabe, and Nick. And you and I both know you'll have your hands full with Tony and Jaime..."

A stray tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away. Maybe I owed it to him to try and get into contact with everyone again.

I stuffed the last of my sandwich, which was mainly the crust of the bread, into my mouth and decided to go hunting for my phone. Maybe this would be good for me. It's been five years since I've seen Vic's face, and I've been letting it hold me back. I couldn't do that anymore.

As I walked throughout the house, I was becoming more and more confident because of the things I was telling myself. I finally came across my phone in the living room, which I had already searched twice. It was sitting right by our turntable and box of records that we kept in the corner. The sight reminded me of the present I bought Oli.

I was online the other day and I found an original vinyl record that Oli's been looking for but hasn't found in forever. The band had only made about 100 vinyl copies of this album, so trying to find it was near impossible. He found a vinyl copy before, only once, but the record itself was in terrible condition. When I found this one, I almost squealed. It was a little for myself because I wanted it as well, but mainly for Oli. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I showed it to him.