In Too Deep

Chapter Eighteen

After Vic talked Kellin into giving him the keys and he drove both of them home. Not a word was said the whole ride there. Vic glanced at the clock on the dash board. It was only noon. He pulled into the driveway.

"Vic?" He looked over at Kellin. The pale boy was curled up in a ball in the passager seat. He looked so weak as he looked up at Vic with sad blue eyes. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Did you mean all those things?" Kellin sat up.

"God no. I wasn't myself back there. What did you even say?" Vic swallowed.

"Some really regrettable things that were just in the moment." He unbuckled his seatbelt. "I would never mean anything bad I said to you." Kellin grabbed Vic's chin and pulled him into a kiss.

"I love you."

"I lov-" The tan boy's words were cut off by a knock on the window. Mr. Bostwick's knuckles were against the car as he waited for his son to get out. When both boys did he motioned them to follow inside. Kellin lightly pulled Vic behind him as they made their way to the kitchen, sitting at the little bar stools by the island counter.

"So you're moving in with me." Mr. Bostwick stated firmly. Vic grabbed Kellin's hand underneath the counter. He couldn't lose his boyfriend.

"What?! No way."

"I'm your last parent figure. Until you are 18 you have no say in what I do with you."

"What about school? I have my friends and football." And Vic, Kellin mentally added. He couldn't leave Vic behind after they just got into a relationship almost two months ago.

"You'll still be attending the same school but you will be moved in with Sarah and I on the more suitable part of town." He knew what suitable meant. He was going to be living in a mansion near Amy and Jake. He would be so far away from Vic.

"Who the fuck is Sarah?" Mr. Bostwick straightened his tie.

"She is my wife."

"What the hell?! I thought you and mo-"

"We got a divorce right after your whore of a sister killed herself." Kellin's grip on Vic's hand tightened.

"She was only a whore because you let people take advantage of her. She wasn't even a whore. She was a victim. A victim of your bad parenting." Mr. Bostwick slammed his fist against the table, startling Vic.

"Pack your stuff. I'll get you Saturday." Then he left the room, leaving the couple to sit there.

"Kellin..." Kellin looked over at Vic who was staring at their hands. "I don't want you moving in with him."

"I don't either but-"

"No you don't understand." He gave the tan boy a look of confusion. "I think he's going to hurt you." Vic slid off the stool to stand between Kellin's legs. "I don't want to see you get hurt. I'm afraid you're going to be miserable. I want you to happy." He brushed a few stray pieces of hair away so he could look into those beautiful blue eyes. Kellin snaked his arms around Vic's waist bringing him closer so the tips of their noses were touching.

"As long as you're still with me, I'll be happy till the end of time. I will love you till the world ends. And even then I'll get to spend forever in your arms."

"I'm so sorry Kellin." He knew what the other boy was talking about. His mom. Vic knew that Kellin on the inside was screaming out that he was in pain but after years of hiding his true feelings, he's learned to keep it cool on the outside. "Please don't hide yourself from me." Kellin broke down. He hid his face in the crook of Vic's neck and cried more than ever. He cried because of his sister. He cried for his mom. And he cried because the thought of being taken away from Vic scared him. He had never been this dependent on someone. He had never had someone be dependent on him.