Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

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"I'm just really sorry." Vic spoke.

The words replayed in my head over and over again. He actually seemed genuine about it.

"I forgive you." I sighed softly.

"You get to go home today, are you ready?" He asked.

I nodded softly, not being able to show too much emotion due to the pain in my head.

"Good." He said softly with a sigh.

A few hours later and I was released from the hospital. Vic took me home right away. I groggily climbed up the stairs and into my room, plopping on the bed and burying myself in the covers. I was so exhausted, so for once, sleep came easy.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I went to sit up, but arms held my waist. I looked over to see Vic holding me.

Vic holding me? That's not normal. I realized I was in his room and in his bed. This wasn't right. I don't know how I ended up here, but I had to get out before he woke up and got mad. I tried pulling out of his arms without waking him up but he tightened his grip and groaned.

"Ugh, stop moving." He mumbled.

Did he even know it was me in his bed? Did he think it was someone else laying in his arms? I sat still, not wanting him to be mad at me if I fully woke him up.

The thought of him being with someone else brought tears to my eyes. Other thoughts were hurting me, too. The fact that he would yell at me once he woke up. The fact that it took a trip to the hospital for him to care about me. The fact that he's the one that put me in the hospital in the first place.

I laid there, unmoving, in Vic's arms as I cried. They were silent tears, but that doesn't mean they weren't full of pain. I couldn't find it in me to fall back asleep. I was afraid. I didn't want to be afraid of Vic anymore and I trusted him, but I would forever be scared.

At least he changed.

Well, that's what I thought at the time.
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I felt Vic's grip loosen on my hips and his breathing became less calm. I faced him to see that he was fully awake.

"Hey, babe. How are you feeling?" He played with my hair.

It was hard for me to answer after the pet name. He confused me so much that it made my brain ache.

"U-Uh, I'm okay." I said warily.

"Good. Do you want anything to eat?" He asked sweetly.

"Y-yeah, uh sure." I smiled.

He nodded and crawled out of the bed, as did I. I looked around his room, taking it all in. It could be the last time I saw it.

"Come on." He said, waiting for me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and followed him. We entered the kitchen and I stood there awkwardly, not know what to do or how to react.

"You can pick something out of the fridge and I help you cook it. How's that sound?" Vic smiled.

I nodded my head and slowly opened the fridge. I felt so uncomfortable opening it, not in secret. He was right there, fully knowing that I was picking something out. I wasn't used to it, so I didn't want it to happen. He wrapped his arms around me as I looked throughout the fridge. I flinched at the touch, thinking he was going to hurt me.

I didn't see anything that I necessarily wanted to eat, so I shut the fridge.

"What's wrong? I thought you were hungry." His voice deepened and his hands grabbed my hips tighter.

"I am, I swear. I-I just wanted to check the cabinets instead. I-Is that okay?" I questioned nervously.

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine." He let go of my hips as I walked away from the fridge.

I opened the cabinet and saw a box of spaghetti. I grabbed it and set it on the counter.

"Good choice." He said.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

He kissed my cheek softly and I gasped, a blush forming upon my cheeks.

"You're beautiful. I'm sorry for not telling you before." He spoke faintly.

Air caught in my lungs, leaving me speechless. I looked straight ahead, grabbing the counter in front of me.

Beautiful?

I had never been called beautiful before. It was such a strong word. I found myself so...ugly. I couldn't believe what he had just said to me. Vic of all people was the first to call me beautiful. I've always felt so unloved in my life, but at this moment, I was given just a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd love me someday. Tears appeared in my eyes at the situation. I couldn't believe it at all.

"What's wrong, love?" He whispered in my ear.

"Beautiful is a strong word, Vic." I told him quietly, my voice cracking.

"And you're a strong person, Kellin."

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I cuddled next to Vic on the couch. We watched Alice in Wonderland together. It was one of my favorite movies and Vic was one of my favorite people. I loved the feeling of his arms around my stomach, his fingers tracing patterns and shaped on my skin.

I could feel his gaze on me, so I looked up. He leaned down and kissed me softly. Another thing I wasn't used to. His kisses were usually rough and demanding. They held a strictly sexual feeling rather than anything close to love. This one was different, though. It didn't hold love, but hopefully we'd get there eventually. The kiss held gentleness and warmth, making me feel lovely inside. I kissed back at the same pace, pulling away slowly. He looked down at me as a soft smile crawled onto his lips. I smiled back before grabbing onto his shirt and pulling myself in closer. I snuggled into his chest, rather than watching the movie. Heat radiated from his usually cold, skin to mine, making the feeling even better. I felt a kiss against my head and hand rub my hips lovingly.

But it wasn't lovingly at all.

And I only knew that because the next sentence that slipped out of my mouth didn't have a reflection for an answer.

"I love you, Vic." I said truthfully.

"Yeah, whatever. Wanna have sex?"

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I'm so heartbroken
I don't want to do anything
I'm over everything
I'm so upset and hurt
I don't even know what to do with myself

I met 221stvrdis but now she's gone and i can't take it

im so hurt
someone help

Love,
Kellin 🙁💔