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Who wouldn't let me be all alone?

               Vic's Pov

        "wait Vic dont leave me." I heard kellin sob as i walked out. My head pounded as I climbed into my car and headed home sadly. This isn't how any of this was supposed to work. We were supposed to be at warped tour living the dream. But we couldn't because Kellin's fucking insane. I guess We could have still gone and sleeping just wouldn't perform, but the guys from pierce took this one hard. I decide we could take a break. What surprised me the most is how bad Mike was taking this. He begged me not to make mom signed to papers. That's not even the most shocking part. Mike actually cried. Mike doesn't fucking cry. I sigh as I pull into my driveway. This is gonna be a long four months.

   Mike's POV (woah that's a first lol)

Okay let's just get this out of the way. To say I have a crush on kellin would be an understatement. Now I know what your thinking. 'damn mike you can't like your brothers boyfriend.' But im gonna just stop you right fucking there. I liked Kellin way before Vic did. I just never said anything...well... because he wasn't gay. I am so mad at Vic right now. He didn't deserve him. I can't believe he would throw just throw Kellin away like that.

         Everytime I see Victor my entire mood changes.

       I just wanna kill him. Every fucking time. I swear all I see is red.  I can not imagine how scared and lonely my little fragile Kellin must be feeling. I wipe tears off of my face hearing a car door slam. 

  I race downstairs to see my big little brother walking through the door. He looked sad. something told me to comfort him. But My mind went back to think how he made kellin feel. Vic deserves every ounce of sadness he has on him. He looked up at me with sympathy and it started all over again. All I seen was red.  

     I walked up to him, not in my right mind and clenched fist. For Vic there is hell to pay.

Vic's POV

I walk into house caught like a fly in the web of Mike's glare. Here's something you dont know about my brother Mike. He has bipolar depression. He also has...well I'm not sure he would want me to disclose that info with you... so lets stick with the thing I told you already. Hmmm where was I? Ahhhh bipolar depression is something that is hereditary in our family, but Michael has it the worst. It prevents him from controlling his actions when he's angry, sad, upset or depressed. By the looks of it right now he was feeling a mixture of them all. Which isn't good news for anybody that's in his way.

   My body tensed up as mike walked up to me with clenched fist, and that look in his eyes...like all he can see is red. He brought his hand up and his fist connected with my jaw.

   "Ouch." I said holding my face.

 "Ouch? you dont have a right to feel pain after what you fucking did." Mike screamed at me. 

He swung at me again this time his fist meeting my nose.

"please stop Michael." I sobbed while the metallic blood flow freely from my nose to my mouth.

"That's what kellin wanted. kellin wanted you to 'please stop' throwing him a fucking way but did you listen? No you didn't fucking care. You just shipped him off to a fucking mental facility and now he's gone vic!" Mike screamed pushing me against the wall causing my vision to blur.

   I slid my body down the wall because I could no longer hold myself up. 

 "I'm sorry." I choked out. 

Mike glared at me like he was on fire. I knew there was nothing I could do or say to change his actions or how he felt about this.

   "Mike it's only four months." I said trying to get him to see it my way.

  I failed.

Mike kicked me about 15 times in the stomach.

"You don't know what they do in there. you dont know a thing.They're brainwashing him Vic. They're making him take pills every time he wakes up. Injecting him with stuff every time he has an anxiety attack. If you think that he's gonna come back the same Kellin then you're mistaken. I dont know why he chose to be with you but he shouldn't have. Look at what you did. when he needed someone the most you push him away. I'd be surprised if he didn't hate you." Mike said before darting up the stairs and slamming his door. 

Leaving me there curled up against the wall with my thoughts, in pain and unable to get up and unable to move. 

  Mike was right. I would be surprised If he didn't hate me too. Who wouldn't let me be all alone?