Stomach Tied In Knots(Kellic)

6-Unity

This is from a Vic third person.

Xx Marti McWhy

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"KELLIN!" Vic screamed, tossing his coffee to the floor and kmocking over chairs as he ran into the cluster of honking sraphnel and thick red liquid that oozed from a patch of Kellin's hair.

Vic kneeled down beside the boy as tears streamed down his face. "KELLIN! WAKE UP! KELLIN!" He shouted at the body in his hands, feeling around for a pluse.

At Vic's fingertips he felt it, very soft and slow..

Thump thump, thump.. Thump.

It comtinued at a slow rate.

Vic whipped out his phone, not caring that the clean, white appliance was now stained slightly red and that later he'd have to clean the now bloody screen.

He typped out '911' with shaky hands as people crowded around and gasped in horror at the scene infront of them.

"911! Please help! M-my friend ot hit

By a car! His head is bleeding! H-he's alive! But he- an ambulance! It's here.."

Vic hung up and watched as everything seemed to stop, he looked down at Kellin..

Beautiful Kellin. The small, pale boy who is dying in his lap.

Amazing Kellin, who needs him.

Kellin, who's being ripped away from his grasp, placed onto a gourney and rolled off to a hospital.

Vic on the otherhand was being carried off by another set of hands, being carried of to the busses that were 5 minutes away, but to Vic's closed eyes it seems as if the 5 minutes of sidewalk became 10 minutes of grass and rocks and the hands became more rough and merciless as the terrain got more rugged.

Then he was thrown down.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT, FUENTES!" The new voice voice rang loud in the mans ears, as his fogged ears and eyes still could not make out the new appearence.

But a sharp kick to the ribs soon cleared both. Vic looked up and saw the face, the face that was usually so happy but now the face, it was full of rage and hatred. The face that always made Vic laugh or smile because he always made jokes, but now his face was twisted in anger.

The face belonged to Justin Hills.

Another kick. Vic yelled in pain, squeaking out the word "help!" But only to get another kick and then a pumch to the face.

"J-justin! Stop!' Vic cried out to Justin who straddled his waist. The blows stopped.

"Why." Came a chocked whisper from the sobbing man above Vic. "Why should I stop? You killed him! He's gonna die! It's your fault, you peice of shit! He saw you and ran out infront of that car because he fucking loves you! You don't diserve him! You fucking hurt him daily because youdont love him! You blind him from my love! I love him amd you took him away and killed him!"

Just scramed and then delivered another blow to Vic's face, leaving a small gash on the elders face.

Then Justin got up and wiped his tears.

"I was following Kellin so I could tell him how I felt, then you killed him."

Justin walked off, crying and griping at his hair.

Vic gasped and tried to stand, as he did, he stumbled out of the field the way he thought he came.

Vic held his ribs and saunterd his way to his bus, knocking on the door and climbing imside as Jaime opend the door, looking concerned.

The elder climbed into his bunk, ignoring the shouts of "mi corozón! ¿Por que?" From Jaime.

Vic felt his eyes droop heavily and he started to fall asleep, not before hearing a low voice speak from across the bunk area. The smokey voice spoke in a slight scratchy tone, suggesting he'd been drinking a little too much, Vic could smell the alcohol and gulit in the words "mi hermano..lo siento, mi hermano.."