The fault in us (Quills) (Kellin Quinn & Justin Hills) (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

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Kellin's P.O.V.

When I opened my eyes I could feel the bad headache which made me groan immediately. It was sick and I really wished I wouldn't have opened my eyes. In an impact I was closing my eyes again and holding my eyes in front of them just to hold back the light from the room where I was laying. It was so strange, nothing was familiar until the moment I remembered that we were on vacation. I was in my room in the hotel we were staying. But why... I was supposed to be at this party and I could clearly remember that I was on my way to the party until I met... Justin.

I groaned when the memories came back and wanted to die right in this moment. I could remember what I said and what he did and now I could remember what I did. I couldn't believe I was that silly and weak that I lost the control and that I failed it in the worst way ever. I just wanted to die right now and I was for sure I would be dead meanwhile. I could remember passing out in front of Gabe what lead me to the urge to pull the blanket back and look at my hipbone.

"Oh you're awake, thank God!", my mom was appearing in my view and I let my hands sink so I wouldn't look after my cuts. I looked at her, not able to speak. I wasn't sure what happened after the moment I passed out and I didn't want to tell anything what she probably didn't know yet.

"You scared the shit out of me Kells. What happened at this party that you got such a big cut on your hipbone?", she asked and I raised my eyebrow, not sure what I should say now. She was thinking there was something what happened at the party? I mean... I would be glad if she didn't know about my cutting problem but I wasn't sure how someone could oversee all the scars and cuts down there.

"Uhm... I dunno... a fight or something, a glass was broken, I fell or something like this...", I shrugged and tried to tell her the best lie which was coming up in my mind.

"What happened?", I asked this time and she sighed, sitting down on the end of my bed.

"Gabe brought you downstairs and there was this doctor in this little station in the basement who told me that you got out of consciousness and that you got a big cut on your hipbone...", my mom told me and I thought there was something else, but she didn't say a thing anymore.

"The doctor made the bleeding stop and I guess he sutured it but I'm not sure. All in all Gabe brought you back in your room and the doctor wanted to look after you in a few so... All in all it was luck in bad luck?", she smiled and kissed my cheek. I nodded, still unsure if she would know something else. I just tried to think positive and I would dare to tell her something.

"What time is it anyway?", I asked my mum when the door opened and a man was looking at me, smiling a bit so my mum got up.

"I'll leave you two alone.", she said and was leaving the room, so the man, I assumed the doctor, was alone with me.

"Hello Kellin... Glad you're awake, I'm Ethan, I was the one who had his shift down there.", he smiled and I nodded lightly, not sure what I should say.

"Have you ever talked about your problem with someone?" My head shot up immediately and I could feel the colour fading out of my face. So he knew it. He knew about my problem and I wasn't sure if I should be glad that he kept it a secret or not.

But I stayed put anyway. I didn't even know what to say to this. It was embarrassing and I was happy that no one knew yet. I was good at hiding the places where I cut and I was good at hiding that I had this problem.

"I am not your doctor or anything, but I saw all the scars and cuts and I know that the deep cut wasn't from an accident. But maybe you should think about talking to someone... It helps and it would be worth a try.", Ethan told me and I looked down at the blanket not really wanting to face him right now. I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin when it came to this topic and I didn't really feel like talking about it at all. Not yet and probably never. It was just useless because no one could help me anyway. No one could make me forget about the evenings when my father laid his hand on me and no one could make me forget the daily bullying and beating by Justin just for the person I was.