Complicated

Ch 6

"I seriously can't believe you Vic. I was waiting for you for two fucking hours! And where were you? In that godforsaken gym, doing god knows what! I'm yo-."

​​​"Shut the fuck up before I kick your ass out my truck." Vic growled.

​​​It was a shit day today. First, Kellin was PMSing so practice was shit, then Mike came to bitch at him for being rude to Marina, and lastly, his dad 'grounded' him. Like, seriously come on. Vic is fucking twenty years old and he works, much too old to be getting grounded in all honesty.

​​​So yeah, to say Vic is being a bit moody is an understatement.

​​​"-uo even listening to me?" her shrilly voice screeched. "I swear it's like I'm talking to a wall." She grumbled. "Ever since your mom die-." She yelped as Vic pulled the truck over to the curb.

​​​"Get. Out." Vic said through clenched teeth. "Find your way to a hotel and don't fucking call me while you're here."

​​​"What the hell is your problem?" she shouted.

​​​"Fine, you won't do it yourself, I'll help you. Girlfriend." Vic took the keys out and went to the back where he pulled out luggage after luggage, grumbling about bitches being annoying and everyone being against him. When Vic realized that she still hasn't gotten out of the car, he walked over to the passenger side and yanked the door open. "Get out you selfish bitch!" when she refused, Vic said, "Fine, I'll help you out instead." He gripped her bicep tightly and pulled her out, making her stumble in the process.

​​​"What the hell you is your problem?" she shouted. "Are you insane?"

​​​"Yes and you fucking pushed me over the cliff!" Vic shouted back. He got into the truck and locked the doors, preventing his girlfriend from coming in. she banged on the window, yelling at Vic to let her in. "Assholes want to get mad at me for no fucking reason." He mumbled as he started the car and drove off, leaving her in the dust. "Kellin is PMSing, my dad is dating some slut, Mike won't mind his own fucking business and now Danielle is bitching at me for being mad. Ha! I'm allowed to be mad."

​​​He was speeding down the streets, barely dodging cars, in his red vision rage. He failed to see the police car hiding. Two seconds later, he heard the infamous sound of the sirens. Pulling over, Vic's anger only increased.

​​​"Do you know why I pulled you over young man?"

​​​"Because you're a racist police officer who's racial profiling."

​​​"No, you were going almost one hundred in a forty-five. Are you under the influence of any drugs and or alcohol at the moment?"

​​​"No I'm not." Vic said before grinding his teeth.

​​​"I want you to step out of the car for a moment."

​​​"Why? There's no reason for that to happen. All you need to do is give me my fucking ticket and I'll be on my way."

​​​"Don't tell me how to do my job." The officer said, pointing a wrinkled finger at Vic.

​​​"I wouldn't have to if you were doing your job right. Now, can I please get my ticket so I can leave?" the officer gave in and wrote the citation. "Thank you." Vic said as he snatched it out of his greasy fingers.

​​​"Somebody help that boy." The officer said as he watched Vic drive off. "He's crying out for it."

​​​*

​​​"Victor, pick up the damn phone! What the hell happened with Danielle?"

​​​"Vic where are you? Danielle called dad fucking crying. What happed? Call me to at least say you're fine ok?"