Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

25: Kellin

**Kellin's POV**

Vic had been gone a lot, which actually worried me. I was too fearful of something happening while he was out.

What if death decided to take his life somewhere on the side of the road? No one would want to wander some lonely road for the rest of eternity. It was bad enough to be stuck in a house for all of eternity.

Yeah, I know, I said before that I didn't mind. But ever since Vic... well it just wasn't the same anymore. I had a taste of what it was like to be with someone, and now being alone forever just felt so depressing.

I tried my hardest not to communicate with Vic whenever he was around. I mean, he had to try and get over it. But I couldn't help myself. He got so sad whenever I basically ignored him, and I hated it too. Seeing him smile had become just a bit too important to me.

A while ago, I had managed to arrange that whatever royalties I still got for my books, that they'd be deposited to Vic's bank account. At least someone could enjoy it, rather than just my stupid publisher.

I had done this because I wanted Vic to have enough money to get a different house for himself, since he only just had enough to pay for this one as it was. I had told him that if he was smart, he would move out, but so far he hadn't.

Nope, Vic had other plans entirely.

One day, while Vic was out, I stumbled upon some papers in the kitchen. I had no reason to be in the kitchen, since I didn't have to eat, so I figured that's why he had left them there. I was bored though, so I wandered in there and found them.

It was Vic's will.

I picked it up and read through it carefully. It may have been none of my business, but it felt like Vic was up to something. Why else would he suddenly go out of his way to change his will, now of all times?

There wasn't much in there, besides the usual smaller things that would be handed down to his best friends. The thing that did surprise me however was that the house was mentioned in the will. It said that the entirety of the house, including all of its contents were to be handed down to his younger brother.

I frowned curiously, not understanding why he'd want to do that. I told him to move out, not keep the house in his family!

I was about to put the papers back down, until I spotted a yellow sticky note on the back of the will. I ripped it off, slightly frustrated and read over it. It took me a moment to decipher Vic's child-like handwriting, but eventually I got the hang of it.

Dear Mikey, this is a hard one to explain, but if I die- when I die- I need you to take care of this house. Money will be deposited into your account every month so you can pay off the mortgage. Please keep the house exactly as it is for as long as you can. This probably makes no sense, but it would mean the world to me. I love you, little brother. Never stop rubbing your dick on expensive shit ;)

"Never stop rubbing your... what now?" I murmured, slightly grossed out.

But hold on... hold the fuck on and back the fuck up... What was Vic's plan? To give his brother the house and keep it the way was?

Why?

Why would Vic do that?

This note may not make sense to his brother, but it definitely didn't make sense to me either.

I paced around the house for a while, trying to think of an explanation, but I had absolutely no clue what Vic was trying to do here. I really didn't.

Eventually I just gave up on it and decided to go upstairs into the bedroom. I needed a moment of quiet time in my head, and the only way to do that was to sleep. So I took off my shoes and pants and got underneath the covers. The silky, clean covers that smelled like Vic.

Well at least they didn't smell like dead Kellin.

That would probably be totally gross.