Hell Above (Kellic BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Kellin POV(I know I’m skipping a lot, but it’s been a month. I promise I won’t skip anymore. Don’t hate me? I LUFF CHUU.)

I sobbed as I ran home, running as fast as my legs would take me. I didn’t want to go back to school tomorrow. Today was bad enough.

I burst into the house, glad that no one was home. Vic’s mom was at the hospital working as a nurse, his dad was in Mexico on a business trip, and Mike was at school with Vic.

I immediately walked into the bathroom, tearing the place apart for a razor. I finally found one and sat on the toilet, calming my breathing and taking a few puffs from my inhaler as I looked at it.

"Worthless faggot," I whispered, dragging it against my skin. I hissed at the pain, but it felt good. It felt….better.

I kept going until I felt nothing anymore, until I was numb. Tears were still running down my face, though, and I wondered if I was really, truly numb.

I slowly made my way to the couch, glad that the blanket from last night when Vic and I cuddled and watched movies was still there. Crazy how emotions can change so quickly….

I crawled under the blanket and closed my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my face as I waited for sleep to overtake me.

And maybe just praying that I wouldn’t wake up…..

~~Vic POV~~

I drove home almost 10 miles over the limit, desperate to get to Kellin. I had heard what happened fourth hour, and tried to leave school to comfort him. The damn principal wouldn’t let me, though.

I had heard that fourth hour, while Kellin was in teh bathroom and about to head back to class, the jocks got to him. I heard the hit him, and threw him around, and called him a worthless fag….

I glanced down at my hand covered with bruises from the punches I threw at them, and reminded myself to calm down since I already dealt with them.

I ran into the house, almost locking my keys in the fucking car. I looked around frantically, noticing Kellin lying on the couch with a blanket pulled over him. I immediately panicked, leaning in front of him and sighing in relief when I realized that he wasn’t dead, he was just sleeping.

But then I noticed his wrist.

His arm was hanging over the side of the couch, his jacket riding up his arm. His bracelets were off, and I saw them-those awful, horrible things that those worthless guys made him do.

I let out a sob, burying my face in my arm as I sat down in front of him. I heard him stir, letting out a soft, sleepy groan.

"Vic?" he mumbled sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. he looked absolutely adorable, but my eyes wouldn’t see anything but those awful cuts. He noticed where I was looking and immediately covered them with his sleeve.

"Vic, I’m so sorry, I-"

"I need some alone time," I interrupted him, getting up and starting to head towards the door. He sat up, starting to stumble after me since he just woke up.

"Vic, wait! Just, just let me explain," he said weakly, tears starting to fill his eyes. he wiped them away angrily. I kept walking, sniffling as I went. His broken cry is what stopped me.

"Don’t leave me!" he yelled, his voice cracking as he begged me desperately to stay. "I’m sorry I did it; I just couldn’t handle it! Today was the last straw..I’m sorry, Vic! Just please stay," he sobbed, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He held me tight-well, as tight as he could.

"Don’t leave me," he whispered, sobs erupting from his throat as he buried his face in my back. "Just let me talk." I brought my hands up to my face, rubbing my temples.

"Alright," I whispered. "You know I’ll never leave you, Kells. I’ll never leave you." He nodded, still not letting me go. I managed to turn around and he buried his face in my shoulder. "Tell me what’s wrong," I said softly.

"I can’t handle it anymore, Vic," he said, his voice muffled in my shoulder. "I just CAN’T." He started sobbing even more, having difficultly breathing. I pulled away, looking at him, concerned. "Are you alright, Kells?"

"P-panic attack!" he gasped, clutching his chest. "C-can’t breathe!" I quickly reached into his back pocket, grabbing his inhaler and handing it to him. He took a few puffs before he was breathing normally again. "Better?" I asked softly. He nodded, tears still running down his face. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him down onto the couch with me.

He leaned against me, his face in my chest. "They do that a-all the t-time," he hiccuped. "Today was just it for m-me. S-so I d-id it. I’m so-orry ,Vic," he whispered, looking up into my eyes desperately. "Vic, I just ca-an’t. I’m sorry."

"Shh," I whispered, brushing his hair back as he started sobbing softly into my shoulder. "I wish you would have waited for me to get home so I could stop you, butI can’t change that you didn’t. All I’m going to tell you is that I’m here for you, and I’m not leaving. Even if you want me to."

He let out a little laugh, making me smile through my tears. "Just…promise me one thing?" I whispered. He looked up into my chocolate brown eyes with his blue ones. "Yeah?"

"Just….don’t do it again, please," I answered, looking deeply into his eyes. "I don’t care if we’re at fucking school and you feel the need to do it, text me, and I’ll be right there. I don’t care if it gets me kicked out of school and I have to redo senior year all over again. Just…please?"

He nodded, wiping his tears away. "I promise," he whispered. "Just…tell me one thing?"

"Anything," I answered immediately, wanting anything to get him to smile again. "Tell me that you love me. I just…I just really need to hear it right now," he whispered, looking into my eyes again. "Please."

I took his face into my hands, looking at him seriously. "I love you so fucking much, Kellin," I whispered fiercely. "I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou."

He smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against mine. "I love you too, Vic," he mumbled as I closed the distance between our lips. "And thank you for always being there for me."