Hell Above (Kellic BoyxBoy)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Kellin POV

I could hear some sort of beeping, going on at a steady pace. I could hear my shallow breathing, and I was aware that my head was hurting like a bitch, as well as my wrist. I frowned a little, opening my eyes to see what was going on and why my wrist hurt so bad. It usually didn’t hurt that bad after I cut.

I opened my eyes and looked around, seeing that I was in a hospital room. I was extremely confused, and I looked down at my wrist. i saw now why it was burning.

Vic.

He was sitting in a chair next to my bed, pressing his lips to the raw cuts that I made myself. He was mumbling to himself, and I saw a tear slip down his face. I strained to hear him, but I couldn’t, so I finally gave up and tried to talk to him.

"Vic," I said, but my voice was hoarse and it cracked. He still heard though, and looked up as I was clearing my throat to say his name again.

"Kellin," he said softly, sounding relieved. "You’re okay."

I was about to answer and ask what happened, when his lips covered mine.

Butterflies immediately fluttered around in my stomach, and I could feel my cheeks go red. All the same, I kissed him back as gently as he was kissing me, and reached up with my free hand to touch his cheek. He pulled back.

"I-I’m sorry," he stuttered, looking at his hands. I smiled a little at how cute he looked. "It’s fine, Vic," I said softly, making him look up. He looked hesitant.

"C-can…May I kiss you again?" he asked. I smiled. "Why are you even asking me?" He grinned a little and leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine again. His hands reached up and cupped my face gently, and my heart started beating a little quicker. he got worried and pulled back, leaving me wanting more.

"Are you alright?" he asked, eyeing the "Call Nurse" button. I nodded. "Yeah it was just because you a…you kissed me," I told him, blushing immensely after I admitted it. he grinned, but then turned serious.

"Why’d you do it, Kells?" he asked gently, taking my arm and turning it so the dozens of cuts and scars were visible. "What pushed you so far?"

I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. "My uncle," i finally said. "My uncle kind of caused all of this."

Apparently, this answer wasn’t good enough for him. "But why?" he insisted. "What does he do? And how did you end up with him?"

I sighed, pulling my hand back. Vic looked hurt by the action and I quickly put my hand in his and intertwined our fingers, amazed at how well our fingers fit.

"My parents died in a car wreck a few years ago, when I was thirteen," I answered, thinking back to that horrible day when I got that phone call. "There was no one to take me in but my uncle, and that’s who I went to."

"And?" he said. "I know that isn’t it, Kells. I know you well enough by now."

"You’re right," I mumbled. "When I got there, he started beating me. Like, not just a punch or two, literally beating the shit out of me until I was on the floor, unable to move at all. He called me a fag, and queer, and always found a reason to hit me, even though I never did anything…."

Vic reached up with the hand that wasn’t entwined with mine and brushed my cheek lightly. I wondered why until I realized that I was crying. Hmm. When did that happen.

"He still beats me. That’s why I was limping that one day. He sprained my ankle or something….I’ve had so many broken bones because of him, but what could I do? I’m too small to fight back, and no one would believe me if I told them he beat me. I couldn’t go to the doctor and get my bones wrapped up right, because then I would have to think up a lie. So I stayed at home, and took the beatings in silence…."

"Is that why you started cutting?" Vic asked, making me nod. he hesitated, then asked, "When did you start?"

"When I was 14," I mumbled. "I have a blade in my phone case."

Without a second to waste, Vic reached into my jacket pocket and took out my phone. I was about to protest when he took off the back, grabbed my blade, stuck it in his pocket, and gave my phone back.

"Vic!" I protested. "I need that! Nobody cares if I do it, anyway, because I’m not worth anything!"

That was obviously the wrong thing to say.

"Don’t you dare say that, Kellin Quinn," Vic said quietly, but fiercely, as he leaned in so his face was inches away. I appreciated that he didn’t use the name ‘Bostwick’."You don’t need this, alright? And I care. I care that you do this, because you mean so damn much to me and I don’t want to lose you. You’re worth everything to me, the world and more. So don’t you dare ever say that to me or anyone else, or even fucking think it, okay? I care. I really do."

I blinked away the tears in my eyes, touched by what he said. "Do you really mean it?" I whispered, looking into his eyes so I could catch the lie before I got hurt. He nodded seriously, staring back at me unflinchingly.

"I really do."

I reached up and pulled his face down, bringing our lips together for teh third time. He didn’t mind, immediately kissing me back as I felt his tears drop onto my face. He was everywhere, he was everything. He was the only thing I could think about.

"Be mine?" he mumbled against my lips. I nodded slightly. "Of course."

He pulled back and took my face into his hands, his forehead on mine. "You are going to live with me from now on, alright? I’m not letting you go back to that hell hole. I won’t allow it."

"Okay," I answered, completely fine with the idea of not living with my uncle anymore. It was a huge plus that I would be staying with Vic. He gently grabbed my arm, pressing his lips once more the the ruined skin of my wrist.

"Don’t you ever do this again. I’m here for you, and I won’t ever let you go."