counting down | vikklan

Chapter 7

Lachlan
Poly, more then one.

Preston and Rob quickly scrambled out of my car, and up to Vik's porch step before I even stopped the car. I laughed softly and shook my head, shutting off my car and locking it as I followed the two idiots I'd like to call my friends.

The door was thrown open by Momma Barns before I could even knock, a panicked look on her features.

"Lachlan! Did Vik text you?"

"No Mam, We'd figured we could come over to hang with Bluebell. What's wrong?" A wave of panic hit me and she waved us inside, pushing us up the stairs and to a door that was covered in stars and other stickers.

"Vik seems to be upset about something, and he won't calm down. I've tried everything."

I nodded and she scurred downstairs, glancing to Preston and Rob they seemed just as panicked as I felt. I knocked on Vik,s door, and a small 'come in' what I got in reply. I quietly opened the door, and Vik looked up. Tears rushed down his cinnamon cheeks as I protectively wrapped my arms around his waist, a soft mumble of "what's wrong" left my lips.

He buried his face in my neck a soft sigh left his lips. He sniffed softly before replying, "Mitch- He called me and said something about Jerome but I couldn't understand him because of all the background noise. And I-I kinda got sent into a panic attack."

Preston and Rob instantly came over and joined our hug, mumbling soft words of reassurance.

"Do you want me to call him?" Preston asked, pulling out his phone.

Vik nodded and Preston quickly tapped a few buttons and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey Mitch!" Preston spoke as soon as Mitch picked up, a muffled reply was heard from the phone.

"What's wrong? Are you crying?"

A worried expression wavered over Preston and he hummed softly as Mitch spoke, "Hold on, I'll put you on speaker."

Preston set his phone on the bed, laying across Rob's lap. "Okay Mitch, you're on speaker."

"Jerome, h-he called me on the phone this morning crying. He's not okay, and I'm fucking scared." Mitch's voice left the speaker and his voice cracked slightly.

"What's wrong?-" Vik was cut off by Mitch speaking once more, a shaky reply.

"Jerome isn't my soulmate."

"What do you mean-? You two have been soulmates for three years almost. Do you think he would cheat?"

"No, no he wouldn't cheat.- Here's the thing," His voice was almost a whisper, "I have a second set of numbers too."

"Why the fuck-"

"I don't know. I'm just really worried about it. Not including the fact that I would be ripped away from my bestfriend and the last time that happened was the summer of the 5th grade."

A soft huff left Vik's mouth and he squirmed in my arms like a child, I could see a look of determination on his face and you could practically hear the gears working.

"Well... Mitch?"

"Yeah Vik?"

"I think I've heard of this before. Seen it even."

"Really? What do you mean?"

"Get your asses over here. I have some research I need to fuckin' do."

"We'll be over in 20-"

Vik snatched the phone, clicking the end call and tossing it to Preston. A soft curse left his lips.

"What was that about Vik?" Preston asked, watching as the other squirmed out of my arms.

"Hold on. Hold the fuck up." Vik growled under his breath, a look of anger etched into his features. He left the room, I assumed to talk to his mother.

A silence entered the room as I looked between Poofless, they seemed as confused as I felt. His mother opened the door with a nervous mumble of some curses. She motioned us downstairs, we stood and followed. Vik sighed softly, shifting through the bookcase beside the sofa.

"Vik, what was that outburst about?" I questioned softly, he glanced up and shook his head before going back to the bookshelf. He pulled out a brown covered book, sitting on the sofa and slamming it down.

"The photo album?" Momma Barns questioned, sitting next to Vik as he flipped through the pages.

"Yeah. Yeah, Mitch and Jerome have two soulmates, and so did he. I've seen this before like I said on the phone."

"Who's he?" Preston asked softly, quiet as if not to scare a cat when you want to pet it.

"Don't question it please." His voice was soft now, and he quietly flipped through the pages. The front door swung open, letting the cool November air flow in.

"Hey guys." Mitch waved slightly as Jerome shut the door behind him. Vik waved them over and they followed the command, he took their hands, sighing at the fact that they did in fact have a pair of numbers on their left hands.

33 days until Jerome meets his second soulmate, and 38 until Mitch.

Vik turned the book to all of us, pointing to a photo in the bottom left corner. It was a photo of himself and a man, who had hearts on both his hands.

"I've seen this. And it didn't end well."

Jerome bit his lip, sliding his hand into Mitch's. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yeah, it's my dad."

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I CANNOT STRESS HOW SORRY I AM FOR NOT UPDATING.
I'm so so sorry,, I've been really stressed and sick lately, my mental health hasn't been so well lately.
It took me two weeks to write this and it fucking sucks, I've been looking at other peoples writings and conpared to mine,, eg I've felt really negative with the way I write things.

But anyways, I'm a bit better now, don't expect updates every week but I'll be working on this everyday [probs writing a 100 words a day or something].
Again I'm sorry, I love you all
<3 J