Incarcerated [sequel to mityo] !SLOW UPDATES!

two.

I awoke the next morning awfully tired . . . And confused.

I sleepily walked into my bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Dark circles, greasy hair, my lips were cracked. I looked as if I have died.

You've got to get yourself together.

I frowned and exited my bathroom as an attempt to get as far away from my reflection as possible.

Everything so far in the morning was going smoothly until I remembered what happened last night. That had to of been a dream. I would never answer Vic's calls. He's the last person I want to ever see again. He almost ruined my entire life.

I was terrible at lying to myself, though. I want to see him. I want to hug him. I want to kiss him. Lying to myself has been a habit to keep up my "Yes, I'm fine. Vic means nothing to me anymore." act.

I chuckle at the thought.

Vic's POV //flashback to the night prior

"Come on.. Answer, Kellin." I repeated over and over as I silently prayed he would pick up.

Thankfully for my sneakiness, I was able to get past the napping security that watches the hallways at night. I might have picked the lock to the phone room.

My breathing seemed to be louder than a jet engine. If I happen to get caught, I'm dead.

I curse myself as the voicemail robot speaks to me again, telling me to leave a message after the beep. I waste no time in cancelling the call and shakily punching in his phone number I've clearly memorized.

I rested my head against the cold wall as I prayed and prayed for an answ-

"Hello?"

My heart fell into the pits of my stomach.

"Kellin?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, who is this?" The sleepy voice spoke.

A smile crept onto my lips. I'm talking to him.

"Vic."

Silence.

I heard shaky breathing on the other line, before he spoke again.

"Y-You got the wrong number." The line went dead as soon as he finished speaking.

"No, Kellin no. No no no no no." I whispered harshly.

I dialed the number again. He's not going to pick up.

"Vic." I hear.

"Kellin . . ." I sigh in relief.

"I love you."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Is he alright? I've heard he hasn't exactly been doing well since what happened . . . And I hated myself for it.

I gulped before I spoke again. "No you don't."

"I miss you." His voice cracked. Before I could speak again, I heard muffled sobs, which actually broke my heart.

"Kellin, stop crying." I said in a terrible attempt of comforting him.

"No."

He's always been ridiculously stubborn.

I hear footsteps in the hallway, causing me to panic.

"Kellin, I have to go. Visit me. Saturday at nine a.m. Look up the address." I whispered before hanging up, just as the door had opened.

I turned my head, to be greeted by a pissed off officer.

"What are we going to do with you, Fuentes?" He sighed, before taking my hands and bringing them around my back, locking the all too familiar handcuffs on.

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Kellin's POV // end of flashback

"You what?!" Jenna shouted at me, resulting in my eyes widening and finding myself backing away from the outraged woman.

"I, uh- yeah. I told you, I had just woken up. I didn't check to see who it was." I put my hands up in defense.

"Kellin. . ." Her face fell. She genuinely looked upset.

That was the thing about Jenna. She was an honest person. She was a straight forward person. She didn't sugar coat anything. She's been here for me for years. Anything offensive she's said to me, I took it to heart because I later realize it actually is the truth. When my mom passed away she made two dozen brownies and had a male underwear model deliver it to my house. I kept the brownies, ditched the model.

She's always been my mother figure, even when my mother was alive, which I was thankful for.

"I'm sorry Jenna, I already know I'm a knucklehead. No need to remind me." I rest my forehead on the palm of my hand.

"Please don't go visit him." Jenna pleads.

"Don't do this to me." I sigh.

"Kellin, you're doing this to yourself!" She raises her voice. "You've been an actual wreck ever since this incident happened! You look a mess every time I see you."

I look up at her, "You're proving my point exactly! Ever since Vic left my life I've been shit! Maybe if I get back in touch with him I'll be myself again. You're not the only one who misses my old self. I miss myself more the anything in the entire world. I just want me back. This isn't the Kellin I enjoy being." I sigh, tears pooling in my eyes before finally trickling down my reddened cheeks.

Jenna stands up and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into her comfort.

"Okay." She said.

I looked up. "What? Really?" I gasped.

"Yeah, yeah. I just don't want to see you hurt again. This is the lowest I've seen you. I don't like seeing you like this. But, I do want to drive you to the prison when you visit him."

"Okay!" I jump up and hug her tightly.

"You're an actual child, I swear." She murmurs.

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hey!! im sorry these two chapters have been really short, I'm just trying to start off on a foot so I can get into longer chapters!! please dont forget to vote and comment!! love u!