Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

five

Vic's POV

I swung the frying pan at Kellin's head with full force. He looked fine until he crashed onto the floor.

He pissed me off so much. I just wanted him to understand things and he never understood anything. The worst part is his feelings. He has too many feelings. He's always trying to tell me he loves me and stuff like that, but it's all so fucking stupid. I'd never understand this whole 'love' thing. It was stupid and unnecessary. Nobody actually needed it. In fact, it was one of my number one pet peeves out there. Love isn't real.

I looked at Kellin's emotionless face as his bruised body laid on the floor. I'd take him to the hospital, but the idiot didn't cover up his bruises and I sure wasn't about to do it for him. That's why he got beat in the first place. I'm not no slave. Saying his face looked emotionless was actually incorrect. I stared at his face longer, noticing the pained expression he held there. I truthfully didn't like the way sadness looked on his face. He was a beautiful person, but he deserved the pain. He acted so stupid all the time. I can't stand him and I don't know why I've been dealing with him for three years. Oh yeah. The sex. I had almost forgotten because he won't let me do anything to him lately. As if he has the right to reject me. He's lucky to have me. I deserve someone better.

He didn't look like he was going to wake up anytime soon, so I'd have to take him to the hospital anyway. I picked up his heavy, lifeless body and covered his exposed skin with a better set of clothes. I threw him into the car and drove off.

Luckily, I wouldn't have trouble paying for the bill. I always acted like we were broke because he had no idea what I did for a career. I was the CEO of a large enterprise. I made tons of money, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't deserve money. He wouldn't even know what to do with it. That's why I took all of his money when we first got together. If we were a pair, then his money was mine. My money wasn't his, though. Like I said before, he didn't deserve that.

I carried him into the ER and told the lady a made-up story. Surprisingly, they took him in right away. I sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and waiting for him to wake up.

He didn't.

Not for a very long time.

I sat there incredibly annoyed by the fact that he hadn't awoken yet. It was just a frying pan.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a voice. "Hello, you must be Mr. Fuentes." The doctor said.

"Yup, that's me. Can I help you?" I asked politely.

"Uh, yes, actually. Unfortunately, we're not quite sure when Mr.Bostwick here will awaken. He's not looking too well. His body seems very fragile and beaten up." The doctor told me solemnly.

As if I really cared.

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Kellin's POV
(italics = dream)

"I love you, Kellin." Vic told me.

I reached out to touch him, yet he wasn't there. Not physically. He was like a hologram.

"You're beautiful." He said.

I looked at the man in front of me. I loved him so much. He was someone I needed.

"Please don't hurt me. I love you. I promise I'm trying." I told the tanned male.

"Shh, darling. I'm here for you. I'm never letting go." He said.

Stepping forward to hold me, Vic's image had gotten blurry. By the time he had wrapped his arms around me, he was barely there.

"Goodbye, Kellin. I'll always love you, my sweetheart." He whispered and then he was gone.

"Vic, no!" I yelled.

How could he be gone? I needed him! Didn't he know? How couldn't he know?

I was so panicked as I ran, searching for my love. He was nowhere to be found. I dropped to my knees and screamed. That was the last thing I had ever seen.

I sat up incredibly fast, causing my head to hurt more than it already had. I felt like I had been sleeping for a very long time. I looked around, seeing an empty room. I couldn't remember anything that happened. I just wanted to see Vic. I missed him, just because of the silly dream I had had. A doctor walked in the room with a bright smile.

"You're awake! This is incredible!" He announced. "We'll call Victor right away."

"How long have I been sleeping for?" I asked.

"You haven't been exactly sleeping. You've been in almost a coma, for about a month and a half." The doctor told me.

"A coma? God, what happened?" I asked with a shocked expression.

"Almost, I said. You were hit in the head with a frying pan." The doctor said.

I nodded slowly and looked away. I had remembered what happened now. I laid back down as the doctor told me he was going to call Vic.

I was afraid to see him, actually. Now that I really thought about it, I didn't want to see him.

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Vic groggily walked in the room but I acted as if I didn't see him. I stayed on my side with my eyes closed.

"Kellin?" He approached.

I rolled over and looked him in the eye. Just seeing him made me want to cry. Why would he do this?

"Oh god, you're actually awake." He sighed in relief, it seemed. The only relief he usually got out of me was good sex or a good beating.

His voice was so soft. I was confused. This wasn't the Vic I knew. I stayed staring at him, not knowing what to say.

"Aren't you going to say something? Please say something. I had given up on you. I didn't think you'd wake back up. I thought you were gone for good." He looked upset.

"If I speak, you won't even listen." I spoke softly.

"Uh, actually, that reminds me of something. I was writing shit while you were gone and I realized how shitty I've been to you. So I have a short poem for you." He admitted.

"I- Can I hear it?" I asked nervously. I wasn't used to this.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I swear that I can hear you in the wind. You're singing to me and dancing in the halls outside again. I'm always listening."

I smiled softly as I looked at him.

"I know it's short, but I just want you to know that I'm here for you." He said.

"I'm just really sorry."

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this is so bad I'm sorry you're reading this
this book makes me sad it's horrible

love,
Kellin ⭐️💛