Spectrum. (Kellic)

Chapter 12

*KELLIN'S POV*

I could hear Vic stumbling from his room, to the bathroom, to the kitchen, back and forward, round and round. Just as I really started to worry that he was having some kind of psychotic break, I heard his bedroom door slam, and decided not to bother checking on him. Vic had been really on edge recently, more so than usual- which is saying something. Yesterday, when a parcel was delivered, he opened the door with a gun behind his back. As if an assassin would knock on the door.

I reached for my alarm. It was only 3:30am, yet no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get myself back to sleep. I headed for the lounge, hoping that some TV would tire me out. The second I sat down, Vic was behind me.

"What are you doing?" He asked

I turned to face him, "Watching TV."  Vic's expression compelled me to add something else. "Problem?"

"It's not safe." He scowled.

"Really?" I raised my voice, "My own house, it isn't safe?"

"Not now."

"Why!" I yelled.

"That's just how it is, okay!" He almost screamed back. "Why don't you just fucking believe me!"

"Maybe i would believe you, if you just explained it to me."

His expression softened, and so did his voice. "The more you know, the more dangerous it is."

"If i knew what the fuck was going on then i'd at least be prepared. I'm not stupid, Vic. I know it's, like, gangs or something. Is this to do with drugs?" i sighed. "You know what, never mind. i don't care what illegal shit caused this. Fix it."

I stood up, walking towards the fridge. I didn't need anything, I just couldn't face looking at him.

"Do you have any idea what this is like for me?" He seemed to be almost pleading. "There's a reason that there's only, like, three constant people in my life."

I turned to see him collapse onto a chair, heard him sigh, and watched him as he rubbed his face with his hand, clearly exhausted.

"The rest of them are dead. Or dying. Or in prison."  He explained solemnly.

"Wow, what a shame, being a fucking criminal is dangerous." I said, ignoring the damaged tone in his voice.

"You're ridiculous, you know. You have no idea what it's like for me!" He exploded.

"Oh, pity, Vic. What do you want me to do about it, huh. I don't care how many of your friends are dead, or incarcerated, unless I end up one of those things because of you." I wasn't being fair, but I was angry with him. Angrier than I had probably ever been with anyone, because I hated the feeling of powerlessness. It brought images and sounds flooding back to me that I had worked for years to forget.

He strides towards me, his eyes darkening with rage. "Do you want to know what this is about?"

He spoke calmly, making it all the more terrifying.

I didn't answer, until his hands were on me, pushing into my chest, pressing my lower back into the edge of the countertop.

"Don't touch me." I breathed, placing my hands on top of his, weakly trying to pry them off of me.

"I asked you a question." He said coldly. "But I'll ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to know what I did to get myself into this?"

I literally thanked God when there was a knocking at the door, but was brought back to reality when Vic left me with a hard shove before grabbing a small gun from the cutlery drawer. I honestly don't know how I never noticed the shiny barrel, buried among the spoons.

He opened the door to Tony, who simply whispered something in Vic's ear before hurrying off.

"So," he said, slamming the door and huffing before turning back to face me, waving the gun. "Care to continue our little chat?"

I glared at him before marching back to my room and slamming the door, trying to be extremely petty in making sure my slam was louder than his, before realising that in fact, he had won. The whole argument had started over me being in the living room, but I had ended up leaving the couch, and my shitty reality show was still echoing around outside my walls.