I laid there that night thinking about what had happened. Did that happen? Did he really call me that? I mean we didn't know each other before that so I don't really know much about him. I then heard screaming coming from Kellin's room. I got up and ran there but was beat by Justin.
"Kellin wake up! Kellin!" Justin was shaking him around until he woke up. He sat up wide eyed and scared.
"J-Justin i didn't think they would come back." He sobbed.
He sat there on the bed next to Justin and cried. I had no idea what was going on. Just just pulled Kellin into his lap pretty much making Kellin straddle him. Treating him as if he was a small child.
"Kells sweetie. What dream was it?" He cooed. Kellin was still crying but slowly calming down.
"The bad one... With him." He then just shut down.
"Kells what happened? What did this?" He asked him.
But I am still standing here leaning against the wall confused. Why is he having a nightmare? What caused this or what was the reason that started the nightmares?
"It was Vic..." He whispered.
My head shot up when I heard my name only to be met by Justin's fist. I fell to the ground in shock. More shocked by the fact that Kellin said this episode or whatever you want to all it was cause by me. Justin began kicking me and punching me until Kellin finally snapped out of it and pulled him off of me. I finally got out of my daze and all of my senses came back to me.
"You son of a bitch! Im going to kill you!" Justin yelled.
Kellin just stood in front of him holding him back. I felt my body throb in pain. My face felt swollen. I didn't know what to say. I saw Kellin push Justin into his bathroom and told him to calm down. He then walked to his little bedside table and pulled something out. He tossed it at me.
"Here. Go before he comes out." He pulled me up careful not to touch me that much and closed the bedroom door on me."
When the door close I heard Justin start to yell. He opened the door and lunged himself at me. Luckily I pushed him off of me and ran out the front door.
Where am I supposed to go?
-
I sat outside of a gas station with the phone in hand. I was all bruised and bloody. I was wearing I looked at it with regret and fear. I had to do this and there was no going back. I dialed the number and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hey."
"Who's this?"
"Uh Mike, it's me. C-can you help me out?"
"Vic," he sighed.
"It won't be like what happened before with mom and dad. Please."
"Where are you?"
