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-8

"This last month has been hell." I told Vic.

"What happened?" He asked.

"My mom just up and left us." I said, blinking back my tears. I hate how sensitive this makes me.

"Kellin, I'm so sorry." He said and I started to cry a little.

"A-and my dad has been hitting my sister. Like a lot." I said, tugging my sweater sleeves.

"Please call the cops." He begged me and I shook my head.

"No! I can't!" I wailed and he looked sad.

"Please, you're going to get hurt too."

"Vic...can I tell you something?" I asked.

"What's wrong?" He asked me and I feel a new set of tears prick my eyes.

"I've been self-harming a lot. L-like everyday this month. I broke being a year clean. Now I can barely be a day clean. My mom left like almost everyone else does." I explained, crying.

"I wish I could be there to help you." He pouted and covered my face.

"It's my fault."

"Kels, don't say that. There's nothing you could do."

"I could of said something! But I just watched her leave."

"Hey Kellin? I like you, like a lot." Vic told me and I feel my face get hot, but I smiled.

"I like you, too. Like a lot." I told him.

"So, will you do the honor of being my boyfriend?" He asked, and there was no doubt and I was blushing. I just nodded, smiling. Although, he couldn't see my smile, because I was covering my face.