I'll Make This Feel Like Home (Kellic)

8

"Hey, kid."

The only vaguely familiar voice echoed in my head. And I knew this voice, I really did- Just not enough to picture a face. But I knew it enough to know I hated the one who owned it. Both Vic and I turned to the source, it coming from a scruffy man with tattered clothing and a ball cap to cover his greying hair.

"Shit," I whispered under my breath because I did know this person. He was the asshole who attempted to take my bag a few weeks ago, then proceeded to punch me square in the face. But after that happened, well, of course I was in pain, but my bag was more important, so I kicked him in the crotch, then gave him one good hit in the nose before taking off running.

"Can we help you?" Vic asked in a kind voice, because that was his nature.

"No, you can't," he told Vic. "But he can." He gestured towards me.

"Me?" I asked, playing dumb like I had no idea who he was.

"Yeah, you. I recognize that bag anywhere." He said. My bag was pretty basic, except for that fact that there were random buttons, ribbon, and doodles all over it, because I was gay as fuck.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you." I said, trying to keep my calm, but I was truthfully terrified.

"Oh, you don't remember me?" He asked, coming closer to me, my only instinct to back away until my back hit the wall. "You don't remember breaking my fucking nose!?" He cursed, only getting closer to me, so I looked away, trying to become as small as possible.

"Excuse me," Vic tried.

"This doesn't involve you," the man snapped.

"But I'm with him, so it does." Vic said and I really wish he would just shut up.

"Oh! I get it, You two are like those homosexuals." He said in disgust, making cringe.

"I don't see how that's relevant." Vic countered.

"Listen, I just need this bag here, and then you two can be on your marry, gay way." He snickered, getting so close that he was nearly pressed against me on this wall. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to imagine that this wasn't actually happening.

"Give it to me." The man said close to my face, his breath reeking like an animal died in his mouth.

"I can't." I squeaked. I wish I could have been as, somewhat brave as I was before, but this time I felt I had no chance. I couldn't just punch him again, he was too close and he'd be expecting that. And I can't relay on Vic to do anything, because there is no doubt he is against violence, but I know that's the only thing that would work against this guy. I was screwed.

"Don't make this so, damn difficult." He spit. And I stood there, on the verge of tears because this bag had everything I owned, and without it, I would have absolutely nothing. And the fact that this prick had the audacity to think that he was better than me and he could just take what was mine, is laughable, but all I want to do is cry.

And I guess he didn't like that I wasn't doing as he wished, so he took it upon himself to reach for my bag. I snapped my eyes open, them burning from tears that were threatening to spill out. "No, please." I pleaded, pathetically as he pulled on my backpack and Vic yelled "stop", but this man did not care. Actions were the only thing that mattered now.

The second my bag began to fall of my back, was the exact second my brain kicked into high gear. I quickly brought my drink up to the man's face, and squeezed the cup, causing the top to pop off and it's contents to spew from it to the man's face. He was more confused than anything, but I took that as my opportunity to kick him in the kneecap. The man groaned and fell to the pavement, just like I wanted him to. I didn't stick around to see if he was okay before throwing the cup at his face and grabbing Vic's hand, and taking off running.