He Could Make Hell Feel Just Like Home (Kellic)

Three

*Kellin's POV*
"There's no need to be afraid, this is normal, you'll feel confused for a few hours," the doctor said.

"W-Why am I here?" As much as I tried to remember, I couldn't remember anything other than what happened a few minutes ago.

"Hm, this could be a fresh start..." He said mostly to himself.

"Fresh start? What are you talking about?" This handsome doctor was just making himself look like an idiot, in my eyes at least.

"Uh, nothing. You had a little accident, making you lose your memory but don't worry, this is a fresh start. First off, your name is Kellin Quinn and you are twenty years old."

"That's it? That's all you're going to tell me?" Did he really think I would remember things if he just told me my name and age?

"I'll let a family member tell you the rest, I only gave you your basic information. They should be coming in in a few minutes," he said as he scribbled down on some papers and left.

After a few minutes, a man came in, "Kellin?"

"I guess so, who are you?"

He raised his eyebrow, "You don't remember me?"

"No... Should I?"

"I am your father," oh, it was nice to that I wasn't an orphan child.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you," I admitted.

"You said sorry?" He asked almost in disbelief, "This is greater than I thought."

Everything was getting weirder and weirder, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh-Nothing, nothing. I'm just glad to see my wonderful, obedient, son."

"Oh... okay," I felt uncomfortable, "Do I have a mom or...?" I asked.

"Uh, she, uh, went on a trip, um, yeah, a trip," he said nervously.

"Why are you so nervous? You aren't telling the truth, are you?"

He sighed, "Your mother left us for another man but I'm here, you don't have to worry about her."

"Did she not care about me?" I didn't even remember her yet I already wanted to cry because she left me.

"I hate to break it to you but no," he sighed, "She didn't care about any of us. But don't worry, I came to pick you up so that we could go home. I'll be right back," he said and left, leaving me alone once again.

It didn't take long before I started hearing some yelling from my dad, "That's my son and I'm taking him today!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have to continue with treatment-"

"I don't care about no goddamn treatment, he's my son and I have the right to take him whenever I want."

"We get it but-"

"Give me his release form or I'll call the police," he threatened.

After another few minutes, the doctor came in, "I'm so sorry, I can't do anything," he said as he unstrapped me, "If you feel anything, don't hesitate on coming back."

"I feel fine, is there anything else I should know doctor...?"

"My name is Brendon," he said as he unstrapped my arm.

"Okay, Brendon, it was nice meeting you!" I pulled him in for a hug, that's what I did right?

It took him a moment to react but he hugged me back, "It's great to see you happy, I hope you stay like this forever."

"Of course I would, why wouldn't I?"

"Kellin, let's go," my dad came in the room before he was able to speak.

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I was exhausted as I spent the whole day cleaning, my dad told me I was a perfect son because I would always do whatever he told me and that's exactly what I did. I depended on him to refresh my memory, so I went along with whatever he said. He was my dad so I could trust him, right? I would've but he seemed kind of... suspicious.

I looked around my room and saw that I didn't have much. No pictures, nothing. Just a bed, mirror, drawers, table, and a tv. I had this nagging feeling that I had something hidden somewhere so I decided to find my own answers, thinking of possible places where I could've hid a clue. I checked everywhere, under the closet, under the bed, in between my clothes, but I found nothing.

I stood in the middle of my room, "Where would've the Kellin with a memory hide something?"

I stood there, looking around until I saw the floor board slightly lifted in the corner. I quietly locked the door, walking back to the corner and lifted up the floorboard.

There was a notebook.

I closed the floorboard and sat on my bed, opening to where I had last written:

My dad hit my mom... again. I don't understand why she won't just leave him, he's a useless drunk. If he hadn't kicked me so hard I would've defended her but I couldn't... I was useless. I had to watch in horror as he punched my mom, beating her to pulp. I swear that if I don't end up killing him, he's going to end up killing me. Or even worse, he's going to end up killing my mom and I can't let that happen. Or even worse than all that, she could end up killing herself and I don't know what I would do without her.

I felt so confused, could I have been talking about the same guy? The person who I called my dad was calmly sitting down on the couch watching baseball, this couldn't be right.

I decided to flip a few pages back, finding something else:

I found my mom try to overdose on pills, I found her on time to make her throw them up. She refused to go to a hospital... I'm afraid of losing her, I'm afraid of leaving her alone in the house. I swear I'm going to kill my so called "father," I don't care if I end up in jail. It's all for my mother's safety and sanity.

I kept reading, all pages saying similar things and everything came back to me.

My dad was a drug addicted, drunk.

He was abusive with us.

My mom hung herself.

I ended up in a mental ward after she killed herself.

I remembered every single thing.

And I remembered what I wanted to do once I got out the hospital.

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Homework? What's that? Hahaha idk.