Blood For Blood - A Kellic Fanfiction

Ten. Bulls In The Bronx

I really hope you enjoy the show,

Because for me it's just a bad day,

You need people like me to feel.

VIC'S POV

I feel bad for lashing out at Kellin. He was only being curious. And I broke one of my rules; don't get angry at clients. Does this mean he doesn't want to talk to me again? I hope not...I've been enjoying talking to him, apart from when he asked about the fight between my brother, my sister and I.

"I won't talk about it again," Kellin says. "Sorry."

There's a tense pause, before I say: "So your girlfriend - where is she now?"

Now it's his turn to get angry. "I thought I said I didn't want to talk about that in our first appointment."

"I just think I'd be able to give better help if I knew more."

He sighs. "Well, if you must know...she died."

"Oh." Now I feel really bad. "I'm sorry."

Kellin has a strange look on his face. It's quite alarming - he looks really vicious. He's not even looking at me. He looks like he wants to skin someone alive.

"Do you think I'm suffering from post traumatic stress disorder?"

"It's possible," I say.

"What will cure it?"

"Therapy. Keep coming to see me, and we'll see how things play out."

He smiles. I find myself smiling too.

When we finish our drinks, we decide that we should go home. It's getting late.

Outside the bar, I say, "It was nice talking to you, Kellin."

"You too," Kellin smiles. "Sorry for all those questions earlier."

"It's okay," I say, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He looks down at my hand, looking a little surprised. I suddenly feel really awkward - why did I do that? Blushing, I put my hand down and look away.

"So I'll...see you next week," says Kellin.

"Yeah, see you next week," I say.

We walk away from the bar in opposite directions. I think back to when he told me his girlfriend died. There was something about that look on his face...I can't quite put my finger on it.

I know one thing for sure, though: he's hiding something.