Can You Fix The Broken (Kellic)

Chapter 3

"Why did you flinch earlier when I grabbed your wrist?"

There is no way I'm going down this easy.

"Why did you flinch when I poked your side?" I retaliate. He goes silent, the color draining from his face.

"Touché...... I'll-I'll tell my story if you tell yours," he says looking nervous. I hesitantly nod. I pull up my sleeves and Vic gasps. I look at him and he has tears in his eyes."Kellin, why would you do this to yourself?"

I guess I have to tell him about the beatings too, since it's the main reason why I do it. Then there's the bullying at school. And the self-esteem issues. I don't say anything. I just stand up, turn around, and take my shirt off. On my back, I know there's bruises, on my stomach too. I also have scars from when my father cut me with a knife.

"Kellin......w-who did this to you?" Vic asks. He isn't giving me pity, which I'm thankful for. But when I turn around I see something in his eyes that I don't expect-anger and pure hatred.

"M-my f-father," I say, letting a tear roll down my cheek. He doesn't say anything, he just hugs me, being gentle. I decide to continue on with my story, just to get it off my chest.

"Whenever I was young my mom committed suicide. My dad blamed me for it. He ignored my existence. Then about 2 years ago I came out. That's when t-the b-beatings started. It got to the point where I just got used to it. He used to only do it once a month, then he started doing it more frequently, more violently. Last year is when the cutting started. He started calling me worthless. A waste of space. He made me believe it. The bullying started last year too. I would get called fag. I started getting beat up at school, then I would go home and get beat up there too. What finally made me snap is last year a guy made me believe he loved me. I didn't exactly feel great about him, but he made it seem like he cared. When I needed him most he told me I'm just a useless piece of shit. And I believed every word he said." By the time I'm done both of us are crying.

He pulls me into a hug and we stay like that for a while. When we finally pull away he looks at me and gives me a small smile.

"Kellin, trust me your are far from worthless. In fact, I think your perfect. I swear if that son of a bitch hurts you again, he's dead. And for the cutting, please stop. You're far too perfect for that bullshit. Whenever you feel like cutting, think of me. I can't lose you. In fact, I need you. Because of you, I'm a week and three days clean. And as for the guy, he obviously doesn't know what he's missing out on. Just know that you don't deserve any of this, Kellin." This is the exact reason why I'm falling for him. He's perfect with his words. He always knows exactly what to say.

"Thank you, Vic," I say and pull him into another hug. After we pull apart he stands up and lifts his shirt up a bit. On his side there's scars. I lightly touch them as my eyes start watering.

"A few years ago, in Freshman year of High School, I fell in love. His name was Leo. He made me believe that he loved me and cared about me. On the night of a school dance, he had asked me to get some punch. I did. I came back onto the dance floor and he wasn't there. I went to the bathroom to see if that's where he was. He was making out with another guy. He saw me and didn't even come after me. The next day he officially broke it off. Then about 2 years ago my dad started drinking. He started hating my brother and I. My mom always tried to calm him down, but one time he slapped her. Last year he killed her then jumped off a bridge. Now here I am with Mike, living with our grandparents." I'm speechless. How could someone so perfect go through that?

"Vic, please don't hurt yourself anymore. I wouldn't be able to move on without you. In the short time that I've known you, you've became the most important person in my life. I'm so sorry that happened to you. You don't deserve it." I say, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"I promise if you do," he says. I nod.

"I promise," I say. I check my phone to see what time it is. I'm terrified to see that I have a text from my dad.

From Dad: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!

"Hey, what's wrong?" Vic asks. He picks up my phone and looks at the text message. He immediately tenses up.

"There's no way in hell that I will let you go back there," he says. I hesitantly nod.

"Vic, I have to. If I don't respond....there's no telling what he'd do," I say, sounding defeated. He shakes his head.

"No. I will not let him hurt you anymore." He looks as if he's thinking about something. Then he says something I didn't expect:"Move in with me."

I can tell he's being serious. I can't move in with him! Can I? How would he explain this to his grandparents!?

"I cant, Vic! I would just be a burden and ruin everyone's lives!" He ignores what I said and puts his lips next to my ear.

"If anything, it would make my life a whole lot better," he whispers, making me shiver. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"I don't know. How would your grandparents react?" That was the main thing I was worried about.

"If I told them what happened, they would be more than happy to let you love here," he says confidently."Have you ever thought of calling the cops?"

I've never thought of that. I mean I have once, but then I got too scared that he would escape and come after me.

"No, I've always been too scared." he nods understandingly

"Would you mind if I did? I just really don't want him to hurt you ever again, and if I let you go then that's exactly what's going to happen: he's going to hurt you," he practically begs me. I nod slowly.

He gives me a hug.

"Everything will be ok, I promise," he whispers in my ear. I've been told that phrase a lot, and I've never believed it. But for once, I actually do believe that things will get better. And it's all because of Vic.

I also realize that if I do move in with him, my feelings for him will continue to grow like it has for this past week.

He picks up his phone and dials what I'm guessing 911. There's a pause, then he talks.

"Um, my friend's dad abuses him, and is threatening him," he says. I look at my phone again to see that I have another text from my dad.

From Dad: You better get your ass over here. If you don't get here within 20 minutes, your dead.

"They said they would be in here in 5 minutes," he says, smiling sadly at me. I nod and smile.

"The son of a bitch will never know what's coming for him." He nods and hugs me again.

That's when we hear a scream from downstairs.