Vic

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Apologies in advance for this ultimately shitty chapter. I clearly had writers block🤷🏼‍♀️

4 days later

~{VIC}~

4 am. The blinking red light of the digital clock stated the unreasonable time. After around an hour of pacing the room, I decided that instead of wearing my legs out I'd sit down, and found myself curled in the corner of the room. The quietness was excruciating, it sent my brain in spirals and that involved excessive thinking, worrying, which eventually lead into an anxiety attack. I was rocking back and forth, trying to cover my tear stained eyes.

What about Mike? Is dad him treating okay? I was bombarded by thoughts of my brothers health, If you weren't so fucked up you'd be able to look after him.

God, what sort of older brother am I?

If he decided he wanted to see me like he said he did, he could visit me on Saturday, which was in four days. I hoped he would come to see me, but then again I could understand his reason if he didn't. Thinking about Mike made me feel sick.

I felt so sick.

I'd left him alone with the beast I call my father. A man who constantly threw abuse at me. What sort of older brother does that? Tears began to fall down my face again as I let out a sob muffled by my hand. I really didn't want to wake up Kellin.

I froze, hearing movement from Kellin's bed. Quickly, I wiped a tear from my face, as if it would help. As if my swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks weren't enough proof. When nothing else happened, I wrapped my arms round my legs.

My head hurt. My body hurt. My heart hurt. I wanted Mike to be okay, but how am I suppose to know how he is if I'm stuck in the prison. This fucking hospital- no, this fucking asylum.

"Vic," a small, timid voice whispered.

Fuck.

I'd woken him up.

"Kel?"

"Vic," he paused, pulling his tired body from his warm sheets, "what's wrong?"

Soon, my cold body was joined by Kellin's warm body.

"What about Mike?" I stuttered, I don't think I'd told Kellin about Mike.

"Mike?" he looked at me confused, maybe even upset, "who's Mike?"

"My brother," I shut my eyes, trying not to think of the worst, "I've left him alone with my fucking father, my abusive father. And now I'm not there to be his punching bag, he's going to start hurting Mike. I know he will."

"You don't know that," Kellin spoke soothingly, "Mike could be out of the house a lot, avoiding your dad-"

"Father," I interrupted, I couldn't stand the term dad. To be a dad you have to treat your children like they're you're everything, he treated me like shit.

"-father, then. He could be avoiding your father after what he did, surely Mike knows the shit he's put you through."

I sighed. I wish it was true, but I knew my father. I knew this wasn't really going to be okay. One day I'll get out of the clinic, go back home and everything will be the same. I'll come home every night, slit my wrists, get beat up, cut myself again, then go to bed, only this time, I'll check on Mikey.

"Thanks Kel, you don't know my father though, but I appreciate your help," I forcefully smiled at Kellin, looking into his green eyes.

They were beautiful, in fact, they're perfect. How is it possible to have eyes as pretty as that?

Kellin reached down to firmly plant his hand on my knee, just as soon as he touched it, he retreated quickly, making me feel slightly confused and in all honesty, upset.

"Shit, your really cold Vic, maybe you should get to bed."

I really didn't want to go to bed, the options were either no sleep, or nightmares, however, if it made Kellin happy, maybe he would lie down for ten minutes, at least get warmer.

Kellin smiled as I stood up and threw myself on the smallish bed, wrapping myself in the blankets until I felt like a burrito, slowly becoming warmer than my previous, ice cold state.

I looked over at Kellin's bed, smiling at him.

"Night Vic," he whispered.

"Night Kel, see you in the morning," I said, feeling my heart flutter.

Eventually, I felt myself drift off into sleep.

And for once, I didn't dream of, Mike or Father, I dreamt of Kellin.

And I loved it.

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Guys this is Liv from the future how trippy.

What the fuck

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