Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

two

You're probably wondering how I even got with Vic and why I stayed. No, he wasn't nice at first. He's always been this way. Sure, he wasn't always physical but he's always been abusive. I met him at a coffee shop.

"You're mine." He said.

His words intrigued me. He was attractive and I had been looking for a relationship anyway. Of course, I didn't want this. He had told me that he'd provide me the world once we got there.

"It'll be hard in the meanwhile, but it'll be worth it." He had said. "Just stick with me, alright?"

If I would've known it was gonna be like this, I would have never agreed to be his. Everyday, I dream of him actually loving me. I dream of him treating me like a princess and showing me off to the world, but would that ever happen? No. He never promised to love me, so I should've known. I was just too foolish and so I fell for him. I love him, don't get me wrong. It's just so hard.

I was currently laying on the couch in full pain. I was unable to move and I could hardly breathe. Vic had came home from work, pissed off. Like usual, he took it out on me. I was used to it, but that didn't mean it didn't still hurt. This was one of his worst beatings yet. Right when he walked in, he slammed the door shut and took one of his shoes off. He was wearing black high-top VANS. They were brand new and heavy.

"You fucking piece of shit!" He yelled. I had simply been watching TV, waiting for him to come home. We had sex the night before, after a long, but surprisingly good day. I was actually happy to see him until I found out that he wasn't happy to see me. At all.

"If you had a fucking job, I wouldn't have to go through this bullshit!" He screamed.

"You said I wasn't allowed to." I was petrified. He looked so angry. I knew I shouldn't have said anything when he hurled his shoe at me, hitting me hard in the face. I grasped the spot in the most pain, trying my hardest not to cry.

"Don't fucking talk back! In fact, don't say another word!" He shouted, coming toward me and retrieving his shoe that landed in my lap. He swung it at me repeatedly. He hit me on my arms, in my stomach, my back, my ass, my thighs, and across my cheeks.

"Stop! Please, Vic! It hurts! I'm sorry, I promise! I'll get a job, just please stop hitting me!" I cried. I tried to use my arms to cover myself but nothing worked at all.

"I told you not to fucking speak!" He roared.

After he finished beating the shit out of me, he left to his room, slamming the door. I heard him turn the lock. As if I'd actually go in there right now. I couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't move.

About an hour later, I could hear footsteps coming downstairs. Obviously, they belonged to Vic. I pretended like was asleep, although it hurt to close my eyes because of the black eyes he gave me. I didn't want him to yell at me for just sitting here, even though I was damn near unconscious.

"I know you're awake." He stated with a bored tone of voice.

I opened my eyes, seeing him in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water.

"S-sorry." I said, scared. He didn't look mad but there has been plenty of times that he has hit me even when he didn't seem angry.

"Stop apologizing. It's irritating." He groaned, taking a sip of the water he held in his hand.

When will you apologize to me? I thought.

"What did you just say?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows and his eyes going dark.

Oh crap. I must've said that out loud.

"Nothing." I lied.

He slammed his cup down and came charging toward me.

"Tell me what the fuck you just said." He demanded, grabbing my face roughly, making me look straight at him. My lip quivered and my eyes were wide, but I didn't look away.

"You're going to get mad at me." I muttered, my voice cracking.

"Oh, I'm past mad, Kellin." He chuckled darkly. "I'm infuriated at this point."

"I asked w-when are you gonna a-apologize to me?" I admitted, wanting to cry because I knew I'd get an ass-whooping for this.

"Apologize? Apologize for what?" He laughed as if I just told him a hilarious joke.

"N-nothing, I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry, Vee." I apologized once again, accidentally calling him the nickname I gave him when we first started dating, or I guess...when I started being his.

"Vee? What the fuck, Kellin? Do I look like a letter in the goddamn alphabet?" He groaned at my stupidity.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Vic. I-I don't know where that came from." I bit my lip, fully afraid of him. He was going to hit me.

"What did I tell you about swearing, Kellin?! Learn how to fucking listen to me!" He yelled, kicking me in the gut. I whimpered loudly and quickly covered my mouth. I'd be in trouble for making a sound.

He grunted and began throwing me around as if I was a rag doll. I just let him do it. I wanted to fight back but I didn't have the energy. I felt dizzy and asleep. He threw me onto the floor and then sat on the couch. I laid there, thinking about how much longer I could really deal with this.

"Get up and take a shower. You're getting a job tomorrow." He commanded.

It took me a while to get up, making him even angrier.

"God, hurry the hell up. You're so fucking slow." He rolled his eyes.

I forced myself up and ran out of the room, silently crying due to the pain he had caused me.

I loved him. This wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just love me? I had my heart devoted to him and all he did in return was hurt me, cheat on me, and control me. The fact that he said that I wasn't allowed to say 'I love you.' hurt me so badly. It killed me to know that we'd never be okay. In moments like this, I knew that our relationship was unhealthy and I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I loved him and I was afraid to leave anyway.

I grabbed some comfortable clothes before filling up the tub. I know Vic said a shower, but I couldn't stand up for that long. I stepped in and sat in the cold water. My whole body was stinging. My ass was sore and my back ached. The water felt soothing on the bruises, but the cuts caused me miserable pain. I winced as I washed myself up. I was going to get out in just a few minutes when Vic walked in.

"I thought I told you to take a shower." He pointed out.

"You did, but I-"

"Shut up." He interrupted, making my heart sink. "Get out."

I got out quickly just like he told me to. He pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some bandages.

"Don't clothe yourself just yet. Sit on the counter." He said with a calm tone of voice.

I did as he said and sat on the counter. A small groan came out of my mouth when pressure was added to the bruises on my ass.

He reached out towards me and I didn't dare move. I was terrified that he'd hurt me again. He surprisingly gently held my arm and dabbed a rubbing alcohol filled cotton ball onto the cuts. I hissed at the feeling, but I was happy that he was helping me. He never did this. Ever. I was shocked and confused.

But it's was like an apology.

Which was like another reason to keep loving him.

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I'm sorry that I suck lol

BTW, each chapter is like another scenario rather than like a day-to-day plot

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