Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

seven

I stared at Vic with sadness in my eyes. They began to water as he stared back blankly.

"Really, Vic?" I sobbed. "Fuck you! I can't believe you anymore! You literally only pampered me to get sex! You've broken my heart!" I got up and ran out of the house, slamming the door.

"Kellin!" Vic followed, yelling at me. "Kellin, get your ass back in the fucking house!"

I continued running, but he was chasing me.

"Kellin! God, you fucking little shit! Get back over here!" He screamed.  

He caught up to me and tackled me onto the floor. I landed on a bed of flowers in one of our neighbors' front yard. He pinned me to the floor with rage filling his eyes.

Something else was hidden in there too. Perhaps...pain? Why would he be feeling pained? If anything, it should just be me.

"Listen here! Don't you ever fucking leave the house without permission ever again! Do you hear me?! You're mine! I own you! And don't you ever talk to me like that again, either!"

"No! Let go of me!" I squirmed. "I can't do this anymore!"

"You don't have a choice!" He picked me up and began carrying me into the house.

I tried hard to escape. I was kicking and screaming, but he still held on. I was beating him with my fists but nothing changed. I was still going to be here whether I liked it or not.

When we got inside, he threw me on top of the couch and began beating me with his shoe just like he has many times before. He jabbed it into my skin and swung it back and forth against my body.

"We're going to have sex whether you like it or not!" He yelled as he continued to leave bruises on my body. I said nothing, knowing I didn't have a choice.

"Answer me!" Vic roared, tackling my body and punching me repeatedly.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm r-ready to have sex whenever you a-are." I cried.

"You better fucking be! You're disgusting! I hate you, godammit! I fucking hate you!" He added.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out, wondering if I'd make it out alive after today.

I was so overwhelmed with pain. Mental pain. Physical pain. Emotional pain. He abused every single part of me and I just wanted it to stop. I just wanted to be free.

I just wanted to be fucking loved.

"Why can't you just be fucking normal?!" He screamed, slapping the crap out of my cheek. I would have a beautiful black eye because of it.

He picked me up by my shirt collar, making me choke. He dragged me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed, causing my head to hit the bedpost.

He began to remove my shirt. I looked at him, making sure not to break eye contact. I didn't want him to punish me more. He tugged my pants and boxers off right after. He flipped me over and I made sure to stay positioned on my hands and knees like I knew he'd want me to. I felt so exposed and whoreish. Vic made sure that I didn't feel good about it. He didn't want me to be happy.

He didn't take time to properly adjust himself as he slammed into me. He thrusted roughly and deeply over and over again. I cried out in pain, but it sounded more like a moan.

"I knew you liked this, you fucking slut!" He grasped my hips so hard I thought they'd snap. "Show me you fucking like it!"

I forced moans out of my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. I was shaking. I couldn't keep myself up anymore. My arms buckled and my face hit the bed.

"Get up!" He ordered.

I struggled to get up and I truthfully had no strength in me at all, but I was afraid to fall back down.

I soon felt a warm liquid splash over my back before I was forcefully pushed down into the bed.

I heard him mumble something incoherent, and if it was an order I didn't want to miss it.

"I didn't quite get that. Can you repeat it, p-please." I shook.

I was hurting so badly.

"I said you're a complete waste of time and money." He told me calmly.

"I'm sorry that I waste your time and money." I apologized.

"A liar would say that it's fine, but it's not so I'll tell you the truth. It's not fine and I hate everything about you." He smiled as he laid out all the horrible things he didn't like about me. "You're a fuck up. You disgust me so much. You're ugly and you're a damn crybaby. You can't do anything right. Anything."

"I know." I bit my lip sadly.

"If you know, then stop fucking doing it, Kellin! Get out of my sight, you look like shit."

I crawled off his bed as quick as I could go in this state. I went to my room and shut the door. A few minutes later, footsteps came by and locked me in.

I probably wouldn't see Vic again. As much as I loved him, maybe that'd be okay. I wanted to escape but I had nowhere to go. Perhaps even the streets were better than this.

I didn't think as I began packing my stuff. I only had a small suitcase, so I couldn't take much. It's not like I really had anything anyway. In fact, I didn't have trouble packing at all. Everything I needed fit inside perfectly.

I slid the luggage under my bed to keep it hidden. I also had a small envelope just in case I ever had to leave here. When I first moved in, I secretly kept three hundred dollars. I had a feeling something like this would come eventually. Vic thought I gave him all my money. In reality, I kept some under my bed the whole time. Three hundred wasn't much, but at least I could live on the streets with food.

I laid on my bed and cried. I didn't know what to do with myself. I just wanted to be happy and loved. All this time, I've trusted Vic and I've loved him wholeheartedly, but I always got absolutely nothing in return. He punished me for loving him as if it was so easy to stop. It wasn't easy. I was past being in love with him. I needed him. He was my whole world.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought about a life without Vic. Would it be good or bad? Did I really want a life without him or did I just want a life with a different version of him?

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This is horrible I'm so sorry
-k