Shooting Up Kellin || Kellic

Chapter One

Kellin - 

The sky was grey, but to me it was black. A fearless black, a neverending black. It's been three weeks since I left home and it's been nothing but rain storms out here in good old Michigan state. Droplets pelted down as I walked to the guardrail to collect my soaked belongings. Being a lone wolf isn't what it's cracked out to be. It was hell. I left home in hopes to adventure out, go places, to fill in this empty hole in my chest. All the adventures that have happened so far are that I've been caught in the rain a thousand times and ambushed by other hobos.

Just so you know a little about me. My moms nuts and my dad ditched. He was around to raise me a bit and throw a baseball at my head, but he never fully stayed. It's probably because of my moms' Insane habits. I was neglected by her most of my life and she's very delusional. Maybe she has an illness, I don't know, but she isn't stable enough to support me all on her own. I can be a little selfish sometimes. I mean, my mom did try her best to take care of me once my dad left, but truth is, she never learned to be a mom.

The first few weeks she stayed in bed mopping and then had sporadic behavior. I couldn't deal with the ups and downs. I know she had just lost the love of her life but I also lost my father. I've tried everything to get over these feelings but living in that house with that crazy woman had me spiraling into a depression. So I decided to leave and here I am now. 

I met this guy and scraped up enough money to buy a couple of things to help me with the mental pain I seem to have. He said it gets rid of the voices in your head and that's my kind of medicine. I kicked the small char pebbles on the asphalt pavement as I walked the dim streets. I know there's a homeless shelter around here somewhere. I usually slept at a local park under a tree, everything's so damp from the heavy rain, I think I'll pass on that.

I reached highways I-5 and saw a small brown dot up top, sobbing. It looked like a boy, around my age, maybe a little older. I don't want to intrude, but the next bridge is so far away and I'm beyond exhausted. Under here is bigger for both of us and it's not like he owns the bridge, so it should be fine for me to stay here.

I wobbled up the clearance box with my things and set my stuff up on the other side of where the kid was. His cries didn't die down and I knew if he didn't stop eventually, it'll keep me up all night. I know it's none of my business, but I think he might need some company. I slowly crawled to the boy and lightly tapped him on the shoulder.

He slowly picked up his head, "Mom?" He asked, before looking up. "No, I'm Kellin." He didn't say anything, only buried his head in his knees once again.

"Are you lost?" I asked. "No." He mumbled.

"Then why did you ask if I was your mother? And why are you crying so much?"

"Because I thought she would realize the mistake she made and come looking for me." Look for him? I guess he wasn't the one who decided to leave.

"Did she kick you out?" Sniffing, he nodded slowly. "If you don't mind me asking, why?"

"She says I'm too dependent on her and I need to learn how to do things on my own, and kicking me out like this will teach me the lessons of life, and other shit like that."

"Did she at least help you out a little?" He nodded, "I was given a few bucks and the rest is all on me, she said to come back when I'm successful."

"Damn, that's intense. What's your name by the way?"

"Vic," he replied. "Just Vic?" I asked.

"Just...Vic," he said, gazing down at my lips then back up. "I think I may have what you need, buddy." I scooted closer to him and smirked. Pulling a little baggy from my tight jeans' pocket, I brought it up to his face. "Look here." He went crossed eyed before focusing on what I was holding up.

"Is that?"

"Yup," I said, cutting him off. "It's supposed to make you feel better, and help with your problems, I was going to smoke it alone, but it's better with two." He seemed kind of nervous but agreed.

I grabbed my backpack to get the other supplies I needed. "Now all we need is this pi-" I stopped talking when I heard footsteps walking toward the bridge.  A guy in uniform shined his flashlight in our face then call out to the other men. "Hey, there's kids over here." We were like deer in the headlights, frozen with eyes wide open. 

The cops began approaching us and Vic nudged me. "Kellin, I think we should go, weed's illegal in Michigan." I gripped his shirt, pulling him up fast, "let's go!" We rushed down the clearance box and ran into the city.

"They're making a run for it!" We heard their food steps trail behind us. "Come on Vic!" I shouted. I can't get caught by the police. I'm a runaway who has weed on him!

We splashed in the puddles, almost tripping a dozen times until we finally found a dark alleyway to hide in. I peaked an eye out and saw the policemen looking back and forth, trying to spot us. 

"They couldn't have gone far," one of the cops said. The other one sighed, "Cheif isn't going to be happy." Eventually, they gave up and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

"They're gone," I whispered to Vic.

We slowly sat down and I pulled the pipe and wrappers from my other pocket. I handed him the pipe and unwrapped the two blunts, dumping out the tobacco from it. 

"So like, do you know how to work this thing?" Vic asked. I took the piece of glass from him and examined it. "I think you put your finger on that hole there."

While he figured out how to work the pipe, I tried to roll this first blunt. It was beginning to frustrate me, part of the weed kept falling out and I couldn't stop it. I swear the Wiz Khalifa Youtube tutorial made it look a lot easier. After what seemed like years, I finally did it. It was kind of lumpy and the wrap didn't close all the way, but I was proud of myself.

"Spark me," I told Vic and he brought the lighter to the end of the blunt and it took a few times to get it to turn on.

I inhaled and instantly coughed. "Holy fuck!" I choked. I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to throw up my lungs. Vic lit the pipe and had the same reaction as me, but a lot worse. "Oh I think I'm going to puke," Vic said. We took a few more inhales before we could get used to the burning feeling in the back of our throats.

And then it hit us.

We were giggling messes. It was both our first time smoking, but we tried acting like we've done this before. We parade around the narrow alley and sang, "smoke weed all the time." I wasn't sure if that's how it went, but who fucking cares. I'm having the time of my life. I never felt so happy and free.

Vic ended up tackling me to the ground and we giggled even more. We rolled around, but he was much stronger than I was and stayed on top. I took in the way his body laid on mine. His legs in between mine, our chests slowly rising and falling in perfect sync. With the way he glared back at me, I knew we would be the best of friends or at least the best of something.

We stayed in the position we were in and the shadow of a man appeared. We both looked up and saw a semi-tall man, kind of on the chubby side, wearing a cowboy hat and boots.

"Hello boys," was the only thing the man said to us before our lives changed forever.

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I'm so excited about this book, I hope you enjoy it so far!!