You again |mpreg|

18

Vic's pov

"Promise me you'll call and text me all the time?" I asked Kellin, before he left to go on the plane. His green eyes looked up at me and he smiled, all the while nodding.

Kellin pecked me, as he held my hand, "promise." He whispered to me with a slight laugh. I smirked at him, as I bent down and kissed his neck.
I then put my hand over his stomach, "and keep our baby safe for us?"

"Our baby?"

I nodded, "yes, our baby."

He blushed, as he looked away and it was the hottest thing get when he bit his lip, "okay...I will," he said, "but Vic I really have to go!" He giggled.

I shook my head, smiling once more, "alright, alright. I love you." I said to him with truth. I know it seemed quick to be saying this to him, but it felt right. I loved everything about him and I didn't know why, his smile, his laugh...it was all so perfect and I felt so grateful for him.

Kellin's face faltered when I told him this, like it aka ways did. I didn't expect the same words back, no matter how much it physically hurt me to know this, "okay, bye babe." He said quietly, as he kissed me once more. Then he was off, and even though he was on one crutch, I didn't feel bad for staring at his ass the whole time.

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After the photoshoot with the guys, is gotten another phone call from my dad, and then I physically wanted to die. I put the device up to my ear, as Matty, Tony, Jaime, Brendon, Alex, Jack, and Justin and I walked the halls f the building we'd just got done modeling for. They were playing this stupid game that I wanted to join, but however, I had to handle business.

"Guys I have to use the restroom, catch up later?" I asked the whole group. They all nodded in unison and began to walk the halls. I then found a private restroom and locked the door behind me as I finally answered it.

"Dad?"

"Victor, thank god-"

"What's happening? Are you mom, and Mike okay?" I asked frantically.

"We're running out of time, he wants the money in six months or else he'll turn us in and you could be sentenced to court and thrown in jail for recovering for us, for so many years. I'm truly sorry for this, son...do you have the money yet?"

I sighed in frustration. I hated my family so much, they always somehow found a way to creep back into my life, and this time it was serious, "Dad I only have about six grand in the bank and that's not even close to a million. I don't get paid till' i'm done with this modeling trip and I still don't know what range in thousands i'll be getting-"

"We don't have time."

I bawled my hands, the anger was getting worse and I was trying to contain myself because this was all really unsettling. I was going to have to break up with Kellin because these drug dealers and thugs are literally going to be going after our family now, until we give them the money, and Kellin could be in danger because of me. It sucked, it really fucking sucked. I promised him that I wouldn't hurt him or break anything off...but I couldn't tell him about my whole family situation, I just couldn't. He'd think it'd be too much drama and I don't want to ask him or Justin for any money. Danielle doesn't give a shit about me so I was basically screwed over until this trip was over. I shook my head silently, "what about an extension?" I asked.

He scoffed at me, "really Victor?" he shouted at me, "you really want me to ask a gang of people for an extension of money-"

"Dad, i'm fucking trying." I was full of so much revulsion and I wanted to scream. The line was quiet for a moment and I honestly didn't mind. I hated this so much. All throughout my life I've had to deal with this goddamn bullshit with them dealing drugs and I wanted out so bad, but I couldn't, because it puts me at risk too.

"Son-"

I hung up the phone. When I get the money, then i'd call him back. I punched the wall, as I sunk down and gazed at the pale mint walls. I hated that color now. Green. It reminds me of Kellin, and I knew that I had to break things off with him. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't let myself, it made me feel weaker than I already was on the inside. I felt horrible, I wanted to...no, I can't think like that. I gazed up at the ceiling and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Fuck." I said quietly, "just fuck my life!" I said a little louder. And I felt a single tear stroll down my cheek and that's when they all came. They weren't cold tears, either...they were warm. The tears stung my cheeks as they fell. Even though the wetness began to fall out of my eyes, no sound was coming form my lips. I felt so numb and broken, I didn't want to talk to anyone and I shook at the thought of going back to the photoshoot. I could do this, I didn't need to talk to anyone about this, not even Kellin. But I had to call someone.

I dialed a number, and just as i'd thought, they answered the phone, "Vic, what's up?" asked Andy. We were good friends and a lot of the times we'd talk about life and shit, we met at a modeling photoshoot this one time and instantly hit it off. But I tried to speak, but I couldn't form words, I wanted to bring myself to say something, maybe even "hey", but I just couldn't. I was stationary in my own existence and at this point, I knew I was completely alone. I hung up on Andy without question. He tried to call me several times after, but he'd eventually'd given up.

"I hate myself." I whispered into the air, hoping a ghost would respond, and condemn me to Hell, because at this point, Heaven seemed like a lie.