Complicated

Ch 3

"Dad we're home!" Vic called out as he and his brother Mike took off their shoes at the door. "Dad?"

"Out back!" they heard throughout the house. They made their way there and hit with the smell of hamburgers and hotdogs.

"Ooh!" Mike said as he saw the beautiful food. "What's the occasion?"

"I want you guys to meet this lady friend of mine." Mike smirked while Vic's smile disappeared to be taken place by pursed lips. "I've been talking to her for a while now and I think it might be serious."

"Well I'm going out." Vic said coldly.

"Victor," his father said sadly. "This really means a lot to me and I want you to meet her."

"No. Mike can meet her. I have places to be right now. Excuse me."

"Bro," Mike said, grabbing Vic's arm gently. "Do this for dad."

"Why?" Vic shouted. "So he can marry some slut and forget all about mom?"

"Victor, I'm not going to forget your mother!" his father shouted back. "She knows about your mother and how much she means to me, to us." He said more calmly.

"Yeah," Vic said; his voice cracking as he turned his back to his brother and father. "Then she wouldn't bother with you."

With that being said, Vic walked out of the house and jogged towards the gym. When he got there, he immediately changed into his gear than began punching the punching bag with all his force.

How could his dad be so stupid? Why date someone when all they needed was each other? Was mom not the love of his life? Millions of questions ran through Vic's mind and in the end, he came up with his answer.

Dad didn't love mom.

*

"Hey mom." Vic said with a watery sigh as he sat down on the patch of grass. "I miss you. We all Miss you." The wind blew in Vic's hair and he took it as a sign that his mother was present. "I don't know what dad is thinking, trying to replace you with someone else. There never will be single person who can cook like you, hug like you, laugh like you, listen like you," He wiped the tears as he continued talking. "Love like you." Taking a deep breath, Vic went on. "Mike is doing ok. Dad is obviously doing ok. But I'm a mess. I need you and ... and I don't think I can do this on my own." His voice cracked at the end and Vic gave up trying to hold it in. he began talking through his tears and sniffles. "It-it gets harder every-every day. I n-need you here. Wi-th me. I'm still that-that little boy who. Who needed the hu-ug from his mo-om when he got scared of that cl-clown mask. It should've been me who died."

*

"Get up you little brat. We start your training today." Vic said loudly as he woke Kellin up.

"It's eight in the morning!" he heard the sleep laced voice reply.

"Come back in six hours."

"Don't make me get the bucket."

"You wouldn't dare." Kellin growled.

"Watch me." and Vic was serious. He began his way out of the room before he heard a 'fine' being shouted at him. He walked back in with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh fuck off. Is it your mission to piss me off? Did not the last time give you a hint of how I am? I'm a menace."

"I won't let a kid get the best of me."

"Really, because last time was a whole different story."

"Look, just hurry the fuck up so we can get this over with." With a sigh, Kellin got up and slid on a pair of basketball shorts he found on the floor with the tank top he slept in then lastly putting on his checkered converse. Vic just gave him a look.