Breathless-Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Nineteen

Vic POV

Friday rolled around and I was panicking on the inside. If I didn’t show up, they would know that I told Kellin. And then they would hurt him.

Kellin kept saying that we should go to the police. That would really get him killed, then.

He thinks that everything they’re telling me is just an empty threat. But I know it’s not. If they have the guts to do what they do to me all the time, who’s to say they won’t act on killing him?

"I have to protect you!" I shouted. Kellin huffed in frustration.

"Not if you have to let them rape you! You’re staying here with me!"

Do you want to die, Kellin? Because that’s what will happen if I don’t do this!”

"I’m not letting you do this," Kellin said firmly. "I don’t care what they do to me. I’m not letting them hurt you."

I don’t know why, but that last sentence caused me to break down in tears. “I-I just-I don’t want-“

"Hey, hey, hey," he said gently, stepping forward and placing his hands on either side of my face. It took all of my willpower to not flinch away.

"What?" I mumbled, not looking at him He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine gently, pulling away a few seconds later.

"It’ll be okay," he whispered.

"It’ll never be okay!" I shouted, jerking away from him. "It’ll only be okay if they’re in jail or dead!"

"Stay here with me," he continued quietly. "We’ll call the cops, and we can cuddle. Kay?"

I was breathing heavily, on the verge of having an anxiety attack. I think Kellin noticed, because he leaned forward and began running his fingers through my hair.

"Shh, just breathe with me," he murmured. I nodded, trying to match my breathing to his. Soon I was breathing normally, although I was still a little anxious. "So what do you say?"

I took a deep breath before nodding. “Okay,” I whispered. He smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to my forehead lovingly.

"Let’s go call the police, kay?"

"Kay."

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"They’re coming over for a report from you right now," Kellin announced, sitting next to me on the couch. "Good news is that they believe you. You’re not the first to have made a claim against them."

I sighed in relief, leaning against him. “Do you think they’ll catch them?” I asked, playing with the hem of my shirt nervously. He smiled a little, kissing the top of my head.

"Of course," he murmured. "They’re the police; there’s no way those fuckers are going to get away with it."

I didn’t bother reminding him that plenty of criminals had gotten away before.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. I tensed up, and Kellin noticed. He smiled at me sympathetically, squeezing my hand before standing and answering the door.

"We’re here to speak to Victor Fuentes," I heard a deep voice say.

"He’s in the living room," Kellin’s much higher voice replied. I heard footsteps walking in my direction, two policemen soon revealed.

"We’re here to ask you some questions about Mark Richards and Paul Jacobson," the shorter of the two told me. I swallowed, nodding.

"Okay," I whispered.

Kellin POV

I sat in the kitchen while Vic was being questioned. I wanted nothing more than to be in there with him. He was probably on the verge of a panic attack. I was proud of him, though.

He went through so much, and he truly believed that they would hurt me, but he sill is telling the police. I knew that he didn’t really want to because he was scared for me, but he knew it would make me feel better. And that it was the right thing to do.

I heard the front door open and close, and then it was silent. I waited a moment and then Vic walked in.

There were tears streaming down his face, and his shoulders were shaking. “hey,” I said, jumping up and rushing to him. “What’s wrong?”

"Th-they m-made me te-tell them what h-happened," he sobbed. I opened my arms and he fell into them, clutching my shirt tightly. "It-I-ha-had to reli-ive it all over a-gain."

"Well at least they’ll find them," I murmured, kissing the top of his head. "You won’t ever have to go through this again."

"But what if they don’t, Kellin?" he whimpered. "What if they don’t catch them?"

"They will," I assured him. "Let’s go get you to bed. I’ll call and ask my parents if I can stay and ask yours."

He nodded before pulling away reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll go ask my parents.”

He shuffled in the direction of his parents’ room and I pulled out my phone, texting my mom.

From: Mom

Of course, honey! Just be back by lunch tomorrow xxx

"She said yeah."

I jumped in surprise, seeing Vic in pajama pants and a baggy shirt. I smiled and nodded.

"So did mine. I’ll be there in a minute."

He walked back to his room, me following; but first, I went into the bathroom and took my jeans off, leaving everything else on. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

I climbed into bed with him, facing him. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his gently.

"Do you want to tell your parents?" I whispered.

"Tomorrow, please?" he whimpered. "I just want to sleep right now."

I nodded, holding him close. I sang to him softly, tracing circles on his back with my fingertips. Soon enough, I could tell that he had fallen asleep. I decided that this would be the appropriate time to let my emotions out.

I let the tears stream down my face, sobbing silently. How could this happen to Vic? Why was God or whoever or whatever putting him through so much stuff that he didn’t deserve?

I took a deep breath, hearing a phone vibrate. I looked in the direction of it, seeing it was Vic’s. I knew it was wrong, but I reached for it and opened the text.

From: …..

We know that you told. Guess Loverboy’s gonna get it.

From:….

You shoulda kept your stupid little fucking mouth shut, Vic. Now you and him are gonna pay.