We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 11

Vic

When I woke, Kellin lay beside me, breathing softly. I didn't think I realized how much I cared about this boy. But I did. I cared so much, and honestly I couldn't get him out of my head.

I lent over and kissed him, before getting up and checking my phone. It was a little after eight, but I was awake now and had three new messages from Mike. 

Bro u need 2 come home

Bro mom is back

I need you to come home she's furious

My heart was pounding. They were all sent to my phone. But... Wait, I told him to go to Jamie's house. Why didn't he? I'm pretty sure Jamie was home. He was always home - to be completely honest, I don't think that kid ever left his bed.

I glanced at Kellin. He looked so calm and peaceful. I didn't want to wake him, so I wrote a note and left it where I had been laying, and kissed his cheek softly.

In a rush, I trotted down the stairs two at a time. There was nothing but terrifying images of Mike on the living room floor, broken glass everywhere, and him unconscious. I couldn't breathe, because I was so damn worried. Was he okay? Did she hurt him? Pulling out my phone, I tried to call him. No answer, just my luck. 

I tried to calm down as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. My knuckles turned white and I couldn't see clearly, so I drove as slowly as humanly possible.

What had she done to him? What is wrong with that woman?!

I screamed in frustration. This was the final straw. There was only one person that could fix her, even though she was a complete psychopath. He needed to see what she was actually like. I pulled over and yanked my phone out of my pants pocket, dialing the number.

Mike

I got up out of Jamie's sofa bed and looked over at him. His snoring was loud as hell and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left.

The night was a little chilly, but otherwise okay. Part of me was horrified about going home alone, but I wasn't losing a nights sleep because of Jamie's ridiculous snoring. Getting a mortified nights rest was better than getting no sleep at all. And everyone knows how cranky I am when I don't get my sleep. 

I kept walking, my heart thumping against my ribs. This was a horrible idea, but before I could turn around and face the beast that was Jamie, I ran smack into a person. I knew who it was before we even hit the ground. 

"Don't you ever pay attention to where you're going?" She snarled.

I looked down at the ground. Part of me couldn't think at all, and the other couldn't stop. I knew what she was capable of, but I wasn't about to hit my own mother. But then again, she was deliberately hitting her own child. 

"Sorry," I whispered.

She grabbed me by the throat. "No, you're not sorry. You're never sorry. No one's ever sorry!"

I clawed at her hands. Man, she may have been smaller than me, but she was strong. And I know there's some people that are strong, but she must have taken some steroids or something. "Mom...you don't want to do this," my voice came out strangled - well, obviously, because I was being strangled. Duh.

Her grip got stronger. "Don't ever tell me what I want to do!"

My eyes got dark and I did the only thing I could do. I swept my leg under hers and we both fell, getting knocked to the ground. Her grip loosened on my neck. I got up as fast as I possibly could and ran the opposite direction,  yanking my phone out of my jacket pocket and texting Vic. 

Bro u need to come home

I knew that he probably wouldn't answer, because he said he was going to practice with the band or whatever, but it didn't hurt to try - or at least blow up his phone. I heard the deafening scream and feet pounding on the pavement. I was running until my lungs were on fire, until the only thing I heard was the roar of blood in my ears. 

"You better come back here, you little shit!"

I stopped for a second and took one last deep breath before sprinting across the street and into the house, slamming the door and sprinting up the steps. All I felt was adrenaline coursing through my veins. I didn't turn on any lights, out of fear she may find me. Of course, I wasn't going to go into my room - that's the first place she'd look. So, I ran into Vic's room and hid under his bed. 

Bro mom is back

I wasn't hurt, at least not yet. Why would she hit me, anyway? What gives her the right? Sure, she brought me into this world, but that doesn't mean she can take me out of it. 

I heard the door open, then I heard a slam that made the whole house shake. My heart wouldn't stop pounding against my chest. Part of me was worried that she would hear my heart slamming into my ribcage, the damn moth.

Part of me was exhilarated, the other part terrified beyond belief. What the hell was this bitch's problem? Did she hate me? Was it my fault? Or maybe, she blamed me for dad working all the time; so far away, so close to her heart, but yet - the thing that was so far away yet so close, was it really that far?

"MIKE, IF YOU DON'T COME HERE..."

Another slam. I rolled my eyes. What was I hiding for? I could easily take her, if I wasn't afraid to hit a woman. That's like...really bad. I've heard a lot of men get thwarted for hitting a woman, even if it was in self-defense. Fuck that.

I got out from underneath Vic's bed, from under the sanctuary I had made for myself. It was time for me to redeem myself. It was time to stop hiding. 

It was time to face my mother.