Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 3: The Theatre

some of the things that I will write in this book are personal experiences... like I've mentioned before, I lost my girlfriend to cancer, and the real Vic Fuentes actually went through a similar thing which resulted in the song "A Match Into Water" -hence the title for this book- (she survived, though)... but that isn't really a big thing. most of this book isn't going to be as sad as it sounds, really.

anyways, I'm really excited to get this started!!

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"I brought your mail." Vic called out after entering the house.

It had been about two weeks since he started working for me. Well. . . working. . . he actually didn't do all that much when he was here, only because I wouldn't let him.

On the bad days, however, he flew around as if I would smack him in the head with a slipper if he didn't do it fast enough. Which was totally weird, because I wasn't like that at all.

Anyways. . . I trusted him enough to give him a key of the house. He actually was only supposed to be here about two days a week, or whenever I called him -which of course I never did due to my own pride- but he ended up being here almost every day.

It made me question whether he seriously had nothing better to do with his life.

I set down my cup of tea on the coffee table as Vic entered the living room. "Hospital bill. . . bullshit. . . bullshit. . . more bullshit. . . Hope Theatre. . ."

"Give me that." I quickly said, reaching out my hand to him.

Vic arched an eyebrow, giving me a curious look before he handed me the small stack of mail. "Didn't the Hope Theatre burn down last year?"

I nodded, throwing the rest of the mail on the coffee table. "Yep, it did. But they built it back up and they re-opened it last month." I explained to him. "Why? Do you like theatre?"

He chuckled lightly. "Meh, it's okay. . ." He murmured with a shrug. "My ma always used to drag me there. She was so upset after that place burned down. She was crazy about theatre and all that stuff. . . even forced me into taking drama classes, dance classes, you name it."

I grinned a little, my interest piquing at the fact that he had taken dance classes, whether it was willingly or not. "What kind of dance classes?" I wondered.

"You don't wanna know." Vic simply said, laughing as he sat down beside me. "So what's the letter about?" He then asked, nodding his head to the envelope in my hands.

I looked down at it and started ripping it open, finding there were two tickets inside. "Ah, entry tickets to their exclusive first show." I concluded, quickly reading over the words.

Vic's eyes widened. "Weren't exclusive shows always like insanely expensive in that theatre?" He questioned. I just nodded. "Well then why are you getting free tickets?"

I glanced at him over the letter, giving him an unimpressed look. I was almost insulted at how bold he was, but at the same time I liked his casualness. "Probably because I gifted the owner then-thousand dollars to get the place rebuilt." I then simply told him.

"Oh. . ."

Yeah, oh, that's right.

"We should go." I then suggested.

Vic shot me a confused look. "We? As in, you and me?"

I snorted a little. "Yes, dummy, you and me. Do you see anyone else in this house, like ever?"