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Chapter 20

He threw his shirt to the ground.

I didn't know what to say.

The whole of his back was covered, in scars. Not like the scars you  would get from accidentally cutting yourself, no, these were bad. Some were raised and looked angry and red while others looked less severe. They covered every inch of his back, and most of his right arm. Even though some of the scars seemed more faded then others, there wasn't a single spot where you couldn't see one. They seemed too stop at the top of his shoulders, and they disappeared at the base of his back, due to the fact that his shorts were there. I watched his muscles flex as he squeezed his hands into fists. He turned around, taking a step closer to me.

"Don't you dare fucking tell me that I haven't felt loss like yours Kellin." He snarled.

"I lost four of the people I loved most, and I may as well have lost my parents too. I lost my house, my pets, I lost everything. Do you know what it's like to watch four people you love die right in front of you?" He was crying now, and I realized that i had started crying too.

"I'm sorry your grew up without a mom, Kellin , I am.  And I'm sorry about your dad. But you haven't lost him yet. So do me a fucking favour and spend some time with him before you do.  And don't say things you don't really know about." He spat, referring to what I had said earlier. He turned around and walked out into our garden, shutting the door behind him. I lasted a few solid seconds before I broke down in sobs.

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After I had calmed down a bit, I went into the bathroom and had a shower. It felt good after so long, and I knew I had needed it. After I finished my shower, I threw my hair up into a loose bun as I shaved. It had been a while since I had done that too. I left the bathroom, and got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Realising that Vic hadn't come in yet, I grabbed a sweatshirt and made my way to the door. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I opened the door. I was trying to calm my self down, since I was still very shaky from the fight and all the crying that had come after it.

I walked around the roof until I found him. He was sitting near the edge of the roof, in one of my special spots.  There was a lower section of roof below it, so you could sit on the edge without having to worry about falling off. It was a perfect place to watch the sunset. I stepped slowly towards him, before sitting down. I couldn't help but steal a glance at his back as I sat down. It was taking everything in me not to stare at his scars, but I knew that he probably wouldn't appreciate it. My head turned to face him, but continued staring out at the view in front of us.

I sighed, and turned too look at the view.

"I'm really sorry." I said, closing my eyes. Please don't cry again.

"I'm so, so sorry, Vic." I said honestly.

"I kno-" He began to say.

"No, let me finish." I interrupted.

"I'm so sorry. I've been a total fuckass these past couple weeks. I should've got back up on my feet instead of moping around. I should've listened to you. I should of- I don't know, done something, anything. I should've been a better boyfriend. I shouldn't have tried to but my problems ahead of yours. I should've done something good, and made light of the situation. But instead I was just lying in bed and starting fights with you, and I'm sorry, for everything."

"I forgive you, Specs." He said, after a few moments of silence. I let out a sigh of relief when he switched back to using my nickname. 

We continued watching the view, until a gust of wind blew last us. I noticed Vic shrink into himself. It was kinda cold after all, even for southern California, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. The fact that we were so high up probably had to do with the fact that it was kinda cold. Plus, it was getting late too.