Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

one

I opened the door to the fridge, hoping I could unnoticeably grab a snack before Vic came home. I was grabbing an apple when I heard the door being unlocked. I threw the apple in the fridge and slammed the door shut. I tried to step away but I didn't quite make it.

"Kellin! I fucking told you not to eat!" Vic yelled at me.

I whimpered, knowing he was going to hit me.

"I-I'm sorry, Vic." I stammered. "I couldn't help it. You haven't let me eat in three days."

"We don't have money! We can't be wasting food. The food is for me only! I actually need it because I do things like work! You don't do shit, you worthless pig!" He yelled, throwing me against the wall.

I cried out at the pain, resulting in me getting slammed against the wall again.

"Kellin, what did I fucking say about you screaming when I punish you? You deserve it! You fucked up!" Vic growled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. P-please don't hurt me again." I yelped, tears running down my cheeks.

"I'll let you get away with this if you stop fucking crying!" He ordered.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." I said, wiping the tears away.

My lip quivered as I looked Vic in the eye. If I did so much as to glance away, I'd be screwed.

"Good. Before you decided to break my rules, I was going to take you out but I don't know if you deserve that anymore." He groaned. "I wanted to go out. Why do you always fuck everything up for me?"

"I don't try to. I'm just s-scared of you. Why do you have to h-hit me?" I asked him sadly.

"I'm the one who made you. I'll be the one who brings you down." He stated. "I'm here to discipline you and raise you, not love you. Your parents didn't take care of you so now I fucking have to do it."

"I'm sorry." I let my head hang down and just accepted the fact that he'd never actually love me.

"Go get ready. We're still gonna go out for my own pleasure." He ordered. "I should just go cheat on you. Any guy would be more fun than you at the club." He added.

I didn't say anything, I just walked upstairs to my bedroom. Vic didn't let us share a bed, better yet, a room. I used to lay on the floor of his room, but one day he got mad at me and told me that I didn't deserve a master bedroom, but he did because he was the master of me. I guess I understood.

I found a nice shirt that Vic bought me and my tightest jeans. Maybe if I looked decent, he'd be less mad. I did my hair and put makeup over the marks he had left me. I walked out nervously, hoping he'd calm down a little bit.

"Finally you're fucking ready." He rolled his eyes.

I had taken five minutes total. I apologized quickly.

"It's fine. You look...okay. Good job." He complimented.

I was happy that he actually told me something sweet.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"Yeah, whatever." He said in a bored tone of voice.

I followed him out the door and he locked it. We walked to the car and I sat in my usual spot; the center back seat with a small smile on my face.

"Why aren't you sitting in the front?" Vic asked angrily.

"You don't let me. You said I'm not worthy." I told him and the smile left my lips.

"Well, get up here. I'm not a fucking chauffeur!" He demanded.

I unbuckled myself and got out, now sitting in the front passenger seat. I liked this better but that didn't mean I still wasn't afraid of Vic. He rested his hand on my thigh and I flinched away.