Bedless| Kellic (boyxboy)

eight - final

I hadn't slept in days. Vic hadn't talked to me either. I just sat in my room, hungry, sad, tired, and in pain. I was so very tired but I couldn't keep my eyes shut for more than a minute. It hurt. Mainly because of the black eyes Vic had given me.

I was currently staring up at the ceiling like I had been for a while. A long while. I heard the doorknob move, but I stayed put. The door opened and I listened to the sound of Vic's heavy footsteps filling the room.

"Sit up." He ordered.

I did as I was told, too tired to be rebellious. I wasn't quick enough, so Vic roughly pulled me up by my hair. I didn't say anything. All pain was numb now.

"God, you look like fucking crap." He stated bluntly.

"I'm sorry." I frowned.

He rolled his eyes and ignored my apology.

"I found your sister's glass figurine." He said.

"You what?" I asked, shocked. "The hummingbird one? You found it?!" I got up in excitement.

"Yup." He pulled it out from behind, revealing the dusty statue.

"Omigod! Vic!!" I yelled happily, taking the figurine out if his hands and eyeing it.

The small statue was the last thing my sister had given me. I had lost it when we moved into this house. We were kicked out of the last one. When I was 14, Kailey had died due to brain cancer. She was diagnosed when I was 10. In fact, she was only a year younger than me. She fought for so long and because of our sucky parents, she didn't have much support. All we had was each other. After she passed, my parents became disgusted with me and embedded the idea in my head that I should've been the one to die. I met Vic the year after and we got together when I was 16. That puts me as a 21 year old today, deeply in love, but trapped in it too.

"That's enough." He told me before ripping it out of my hands and throwing it on the wooden floor. "I can break you just like I broke that, so get your shit together."

I stared at him, completely stunned. If only he knew that he had already broken me worse than the shattered hummingbird scattered across the ground.

"Vic, no! Why would you do that?!" I cried.

I tried to shuffle all the pieces together, resulting into a bloody mess on the floor. I had many cuts on my hands as I looked up at the tyrant in front of me.

"You need to know what's coming." He told me.

"B-But that's all I have left!" I sobbed.

He kneeled down and stared deeply into my eyes.

"You don't have shit left." He slapped me once and pushed me onto the floor, some more pieces of glass cutting me.

I couldn't do this anymore. It was too hard. I didn't want to live anymore and Vic was making sure I felt that way.

"You said you were sorry." I whimpered.

"I was.  But now I realize that's there's no need to be sorry. You're not worth it anyway." He chuckled.

He had gone way too far. I was worth more than this, I knew I was. I deserved better. I shouldn't have gotten stuck with abuse and love. It was a horrible combination. No one deserved this.

I wouldn't wish a toxic relationship on my worst enemy.

"Vic, I-I'm breaking up with you." I announced.

"Oh, Kellin. Poor baby. That's too bad." He chuckled darkly. "You don't have a fucking choice." The smile on his face killed me.

"Yes, Vic. I do. I can't let you control me anymore. I love you and you hate me. You use me for sex and you force me to starve. You beat me to a pulp for things that aren't my fault. You make want to kill myself, Vic. I don't want to be alive anymore and it's your fault." I told him truthfully.

"Kill yourself? You actually want to do that?" I flash of sadness flickered in his eyes, but he was soon back to the demonic look he had held before.

"Yes, Vic! I can't take it anymore!" I began sobbing harder than before.

"Oh." That's the only thing he said before laughing and walking away.

I stayed still as the tears rolled down my face. Vic didn't care about me at all. I doubt he even wanted me for sex anymore. If I killed myself would he even care? I didn't think so.

Maybe it's what's best for me. I thought.

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It was 11:54 PM and Vic was asleep. He had drank all night, but I wasn't sure why. All I knew was that I was ready to leave. I got out a piece of paper and a pen.

Vic,
I'm sorry but I can't stay with you anymore. If you change your ways, you can come and find me. I know I'm not worth you coming back to me, but if you ever feel the need to, you can. I love you. So very much. If you ever decide you love me, just know that I'll always love you. I'm more than in love with you. I can't wait for the day that you feel the same. Please don't ever forget about me. If it's meant to be, you'll find a way to find me.

Love,
Kellin

I knew he'd never come back to me, but it was worth a try. I wasn't lying when I said I would always love him. I would. I just didn't love the purple spots upon my skin. Or the grumbles coming from my stomach every night. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't end up alive if I didn't leave now. I was afraid of him. I was scared that maybe one day he'd get his hands on a knife or a gun, and that'd be the same day that I said something dumb. Vic was the worst thing that had ever happened to me besides my sister's death, but at the same time, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He broke me. He confused me. He completely changed me.

But I'd never be able to actually let him go.

Even when I left that night...

I knew somehow I'd make it back to Vic Fuentes, my abusive boyfriend.