Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

four

My throat was absolutely parched. Vic was home, but he was sick in his room from the stomach flu. He asked me to get him a glass of water, and I gladly agreed to do it. I was pouring the watering when a fly landed on my hand. I was petrified of any bugs. I screamed and dropped the gallon of water on top of the glass, causing it to slide of the counter and onto the floor. It shattered, but not loud enough for Vic to hear upstairs. My eyes went wide and I quickly began picking the mess up. Of course, I was taking too long, so he had to come downstairs while there was still water and glass everywhere.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" He asked, looking down at the floor. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why can't you do anything right?" He yelled.

"I'll fix it, I promise." I said, my eyes watering.

He picked up a shard of glass and threw it at me. "Hurry up and get me more water."

I cleaned up the broken glass and the water it previously held before standing up. I poured him a new glass and shakily handed it to him.

"Thank you." He said, taking a sip. "Go sit on the couch. You're in my way. I don't want a mistake like you in my sight right now."

I sighed and walked over just like he told me to. I sat down, turning the TV on. The volume was all the way up for some unknown reason, making me shriek.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Vic came over to me and yelled.

I scooted as far into the couch as I possibly could. He was yelling so loudly and I didn't know why.

"Why the hell would you turn on the TV all the way u-" He stopped.

He stopped because he threw up on me.

I had never been so disgusted in my life. I looked down at my lap in awe.

"Fuck, Kellin! You're so disgusting that you made me vomit! God, this is all your fault. You make me sick! Literally!" He screamed.

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I made him sick? I didn't know I was that bad. I tried my hardest to be everything he needed and wanted. Why was I so bad at it? Why couldn't I just be what he wanted?

"Don't just stare at me and cry! Go take a fucking shower, you fuck! That's all you are to me! A good fuck! I only keep you to get good sex!" He screamed.

"W-what?" I whimpered. Did he really mean that?  "B-but I l-love y-you." I told him truthfully and hurtfully.

He only used me for sex? How could I be so oblivious?

God, I'm an idiot.

"Oh, shut up with that whiny bullshit." He rolled his eyes.

I went upstairs, feeling more hurt than I had in my entire life. No matter how many beatings he had given me, nothing could match up to to this.
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I took a shower like Vic told me to, then I wrapped myself in a robe. Underneath, I was wearing a pair of red panties. Vic forbid me from wearing anything remotely girly, even though I enjoyed it. He told me that he wanted to date a boy. Not a girl or an it. I didn't care about anything anymore, so I wore them anyway. I liked them more than boxers.

My eyes were dry from sobbing in the shower, but I still wanted to cry. Vic's words made me almost want to end it all.

The only reason I pushed away those thoughts were because of...well, Vic himself. I loved him and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't live this way, though. In full honesty, part of me was afraid that he'd beat me to death someday.

"Kellin!" Vic yelled.

I forced myself to get up and walk downstairs. Vic was sitting on the couch, watching TV with a small smile on his face. Even though he seemed happy, he was probably going to hit and insult me.

I was proven wrong when his face softened more and he patted the seat next to him.

"Wait, really?" I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Mhm. Come sit down." He nodded with a very small smile.

I tried to contain myself while I walked over and say next to Vic. He pulled me in and wrapped his arm around my waist. I hesitantly rested my head on his shoulder, but he let me do it so I snuggled in a little more.

"Why are you doing this? I thought we weren't boyfriends." I admitted, confused.

"Shhhh." He replied. He played with my hair and it was amazingly soothing.

It must've been a dream. He never did anything like this. Ever. We didn't even cuddle after sex. He would just send me to my room, but now that he told me he uses me for my body, it all makes sense. What didn't make sense was that he called me down to snuggle me. Something must've been up.

Oh no.

He's gonna leave me. This is the last day. It had to be. He wouldn't just do this for no reason.

Unless, he wanted sex. He always wanted sex, and now that made sense. Now I know why.

I just hoped this wasn't one of those times. After him admitting everything, I almost never wanted to have sex with him again. I felt hurt.

Vic logged into his Netflix account, picking a movie. He clicked on Coraline, my favorite.

"You like this movie, right?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's my favorite, actually." I smiled softly as he looked down at me.

I wish he has always like this. It was so new to me, but I loved it.

"Good. You better like it because it's the movie I chose." Old Vic was back.

"Okay." I sunk my shoulders slightly and sighed.

He played the movie and loosened his grip on me. With just that small movement, I felt the whole world crashing down on me. A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought about everything.

"Why don't you love me, Vic?" I asked desperately. I couldn't help it.

He paused the movie and turned to me. I shouldn't have asked.

"I do love you, Kellin." He said sweetly.

"What?" I gasped. My eyes widened and the shined with hope. "You do?"

Then he laughed.

"Haha. No."