Old scars

Chapter 6

Kellin' Pov (haha, bet you weren't expecting that.)

God I hate her. Ever since she came, Vic hasn't been able to take his hands off her. He should be laughing with me, cuddling with me, acting all lovely-dovey shit with me. Not that slut. Maria has ruined everything for us. We were gonna get married, settle down, adopt kids, live together forever! But of course she has to come barging in, fucking everything up. She thinks she is so fucking perfect, but really, she is like fucking bipolar. Like, I get that she was pissed at that whore Brandi, but she just straight up killed a bitch. Like, WoW, anger problems much.

I woke up in Vic' bunk. I must have fallen asleep there, whatever, I don't mind. I walked out into the front lounge, only to find that the blood and the dead bitch, were nowhere to be found. Who the fuck moved that, that, thing. Just as I thought that, Mike came onto the lounge with a stained tank top and gardening gloves.

"Hey Mikey, how was cleaning up my mess?" Maria yelled from the couch. She was wearing black thigh high socks and a big thrasher hoodie. Wait, hold the fuck up. That's Vic' beloved hoodie, he doesn't even let me wear it. Why the fuck did he give it to her!

"Ha ha, very funny. Why is it always me who has to clean up the fucking bodies!!" Mike yelled, obviously annoyed. Wait, always, they did this often?!?

"Mariaaaaa, why didn't you make me paancaakesss!!" Vic whined sleepily as he stumbled out of the bunk area.

"Well Viccypoo, if you hadn't decided to attack me in my bunk yesterday, maybe I would have had the energy to make you pancakes." Maria giggled.
I was furious. That's why I didn't wake up next to Vic today!! They slept together, in the bunk next to me! And then she fucking giggled!! Mike looked at Vic with a stern look, and Vic just shot him a smile, telling him 'beat that bitch'.
I scoffed and stormed off the bus. I walked across the warped tour grounds, taking in the scent of sweat, rubber, blood, and fresh flowers. This, this was heaven. Everything was so good just a few days ago, but then she came. Maria had fucked up everything, I wasn't necessarily mad at her. I was mad a at Vic, mad at myself, and I'm pretty sure I'm experiencing cuddle withdrawal.

I kept walking, when I suddenly heard a voice, calling me.

"Hey pretty boy, wanna have some fun?" The voice called sexily. It was probably the stupidest decision ever, but hey, I'm a man. I followed the voice into an alley. When I got there, I noticed that something was very wrong. I spun around, only to hear the sound of a beer bottle smashing over my head and I fell to the ground. The man started kicking me in my ribs, and the last thing I heard before I blacked out was the man whispering in my ear, and someone shouting in the background.

Maria's Pov

Kellin scoffed and stormed off the bus. What crawled up his ass and died. We were just joking, it was harmless.

I sat there wondering when Vic nudged me in the ribs.

"Did Kells say where he was going?" He asked.

"No, I don't think he did. Should we go find him?"

"Nah, he's just pissed for some fucking reason, he can be such a drama queen sometimes. I keep forgetting why I'm with him..." Vic trailed off, his voice cold and harsh. I was getting annoyed, something was obviously bothering Kellin, and Vic was just ignoring him!

"Maybe because he loves you, and you love him! Why don't you grow the fuck up, everyone has their off periods and you need to help him through them. Call me when you are done being a dick, I'm gonna go look for him!"

I ran out of the bus and walked off. I walked around looking for Kellin when I heard a groan coming from an alleyway to my right. I jogged over and peeked around the corner. There, on the ground was Kellin, his eyes partly closed, and a strange man hovering over him. Neither of them had noticed me, I was good at keeping quiet. I reached for my gun, but the holster was empty. Where the fu-, oh, Mike or Vic must have taken it after my little 'outburst' last night. I crouched down and picked up a rock from the hard concrete underneath my feet. I dialed Mikes number, and put the phone in my pocket.

"Oh, we're gonna have some fun Quinn." The man whispered and started to unbuckle his belt. Before he could do anything else, I cleared my throat and stepped out from the corner.

"Ahh, we've got company." The man said, his greasy brown hair shining in the light.

"Back. The. Fuck. Up." I retorted.

"Feisty huh, I like that. Why don't you show me what you got baby girl." He walked up to me and I quickly threw the rock at his crotch. He groaned and bent over in pain, I slammed my knee into his face. He stumbled backwards and I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my foot and pulled me into his chest. I fell backwards and pulled him down on top of me. He landed on my stomach, his legs in between mine. He grabbed my hoodie and ripped it, making it look more like a vest. I realized what I had to do and wrapped my legs around his waist. He stiffened up, but soon relaxed visibly. I ground my hips into his and slammed my lips onto his, the disgusting taste of old Chinese food and rotten eggs spread in my mouth, and I had to try not to puke. He let out a low moan and tugged on my bottom lip.

"A little whore huh, wanna do it here? Next to your faggot friend over there?"
He whispered.

"That's what you think." I slammed the rock into the back of his head and he collapsed on top of me. I pushed him off and ran up to Kellin' unconscious body and checked for a pulse. Yes! It was faint, but it was there.

I took off what was left of my (Vic's) hoodie and wrapped it around his bleeding head wound. I heard voices behind me, and I knew it was the guys. Vic collapsed next to Kellin and started sobbing uncontrollably. I just threw myself into the arms of the nearest person, which happened to be Jaime, and hugged him tight. I noticed that Tony had removed his hoodie and wrapped it around me. Oli, Matt N, Austin Carlile and a few guys from SWS were holding back Mike, who was about to rip the unconscious attacker to pieces. I broke free from Jaimes arms and ran into the group of guys, also known as the 'let's not get Mike arrested for assault squad', and jumped into Mikes arms. Why, why couldn't I have gone after Kellin faster.

It was all my fault.

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A/N

I have nothing to say, except that, if any of you struggle with depression and self harm, feel free to message me. I have a very, very close friend who struggles with depression, and I've been there myself. You're all worth it, just talk to me.

Stay creepy my little creatures