Stomach Tied In Knots(Kellic)

7-Confessions Of A Fuentes Brother

Vic awoke to sharp pain, a reminder, a phantom pain on his waist. His hips hurt from the rocks and gravel pressing deep into his soft skin when Justin had attacked him, and nearly killed him. A ghost pain was all it was because now he was safe, or at least felt that way. He was tucked away in his bunk, tht was stowed away in his bus, that was only 30 feet away from the bus of the man who had caused the pain that had awaken Vic from his slumber.

Memories flooded Vics mind at a sickining rate. The last one, his brother Mike mumbling "my brother, I'm sorry, my brother" just as Vic went to sleep. Sorry, sorry for...Mike..could it have really been his own brother? Was it really his own brother who had setup the whole ordeal?

Then came the questions. What did Mike know that Vic didn't? What did Kellin do? Why did Mike do it, or set up what he did? Why did he do this? But the last question that came into Vic's mind and flashed in big, bright neon letters; 'Who was Vic to accuse Mike of doing this?'

He was no one. He had no right to frame his own brother of setting it all up, of having someone hit Kellin, or paying Justin to beat Vic up, or even have the ambulance show up just in time to save Kellin's life. At what expence? Why would Vic even begin to think that Mike would set him up to teach him a lesson for something that Vic had done many, many years ago?

Vic heard a rustling noice and then saw his bunk curtian get pulled open to reveal a tired and hungover Mike.

"Victor....come with me, we need to talk.."

Vic froze then noticed a serious look on Mikes face, and hurried out of his bunk to follow his younger sibling. Mike led Vic to the small seating area and slid into a booth, watching Vic as he slid into the other side. Mike then began to spek in his raspy voice, gulit almost gushing out of the very skin on his lips.

"Vic.. I'm sorry, but I had to do it.."

"Do what.."

"You know what I did," snapped Mike "I got Kellin almost killed and had the shit beat out of you because you can't learn a fucking lesson, can you."

"I don't understand.." Vic trailed off, confused still.

"I had that person hit Kellin! I knew you were falling for Kellin and I also know that Justin is in love with Kellin! I had to get him out of the way so that I could have my brother...and have him know how it feels to have someone he so dearly needs ripped out of his grasp! Just like you did with my precious litte highschool sweetheart..me and her coulda been married, little Vicky..but you had to go and hit her with you fucking car! You ignorant little assho-"

"Don't you fucking blame that on me, you dense motherfucker, you."

"You did it. You can't fucking think to park right and you KILLED HER. Then you and your little fucking angel face got off with no punishment whatsoever and the world was so hunky dory! Well now it isin't, is it Vic?! How does it feel?"

How does it feel.

Four simple words had never enraged anyone as much as it did Vic. He felt a how fire burn imside him and the inferno of sef hatred and regret burned with a great flame.

Then he snapped.

"How does it feel? How does it FEEL? well, it feels like I'm on fire! You, my own fucking brother, set me up to get the shit beat out me! You got Kellin killed or almost or I don't even know! How does it feel, Mike? It feels like you're not my fucking brother anymore!"

With that, Vic stormed off of the bus and off to the car rental place. He rented the cheapest car and sped down the deserted highway towards the hospital where the small pale boy lay in a bed, possibly dead.

As soon as Vic arrived at the hospital and walked in, he was confronted with a sea of rushing doctors and a small crying girl in the corner. Vic walked over to her, them saw her face just as the loud machine in the room just beyond the wall flat lined.

Vic kneeled down and looked at the girl with utter shock.

Copeland.