Us Against The Law (Kellic) (boyxboy)

You said to have faith in you, so I tried

A/N: Two questions: How's your summer going?
If you went to prison, what would your crime be?

I couldn't do it. It was too much stress on me and I didn't want to see her. And that's why my dad was the one talking to her right now.

I was waiting in the cafeteria with Gabe, anxious and jittery.

"Hey, it's your dad. He'll get through to her." My uncle nudged me. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Yea, it's my dad. I've only recently semi-trusted him, so it's a little much." I admitted.

"You know he's just trying to look out for you."

I shook my head. "No. It's not just the pregnancy...it's everything since I got locked up in here with him. It's everything before that, it's...It's just hard to trust him."

It was true. Ever since I had been a kid, my dad was a kind of father who liked to give what he called, 'tough love'. It was more, learning everything's earned, not given. Everyone leaves at some point, you're all you've got. That's what I learned. That's what he taught Jack and I. 

When my parents started fighting nearly everyday, my mom would come to mine and Jack's room to tell us that things would be okay, and if they weren't, that she would never leave us behind.

My dad, however...well I have one specific memory throughout those years. And that was a night in January. I remember, because It was the month I had learned to ride a bike.

Anyway, Jack was asleep and I had been listening behind my parents door when they were arguing. I remember him stepping out of the room and slamming the door shut, before he looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "Your mother's a lying bitch. Trust. No. Bitch." And he walked out of my room. It was kind of funny, actually. At the time, only because I didn't believe it and I wasn't really sure what a bitch was.

I thought it was impossible to think that my mom was a liar. Out of the two parents, I had always seen my mom as more of the loving one.

So, of course, when she left us a year later, and I never heard from her again, I was crushed. The one person I had always known would be there for me, left, and never bothered to contact me again.

I spent most of my childhood wondering what we had done wrong, what I had done wrong, and why she had lied to me. I didn't trust anybody else again, not really, besides Jack...until I met Matty.

I would have trusted my dad, after all, he was the one who told me she was a liar. That didn't mean he never lied to me though.

He lied to me most of my life. I always thought he was working late, going to conferences, meetings...in reality, he was just cheating on my mom, and then one day when I was fourteen, the cops showed up to our house. He was arrested, and taken to prison for first degree murder and several other offenses. He was never at meetings, conferences, or any of that crap. But he had been working late, alright. In contract killing. So in other words, he was a god damned hit-man. And Jack had always known. He had lied to me too.

And so my dad left me as well as my mom had. I had to live with my grandma, then. And that's how I had met Matty. Moving into a different neighborhood with my grandma was one of the biggest and best changes I had ever experienced.

After I came to prison and got stuck here with my dad, things were the same. He lied, he went behind my back, and he still showed me that 'tough love'.

"It's not like he's never had your back." Gabe pitched.

"But that doesn't outweigh everything else." I sighed. "I'm just not used to his apologies. And now he's actually doing something for me. It's weird." I shrugged.

"Look...I know you may not trust him right now, but I give you my word, he is not lying to you about this. I wouldn't let him."

I looked at my uncle for a good minute and then laughed.

"What?" He spat, accusingly.

"You would have been such a good dad."

He looked at me with a frown. "Yea, well..."

"I know. Maybe when you're out, you can start over."

"I doubt it. She doesn't visit much. I call her, and it's these stupid three minute conversations."

"Hey, you haven't even been here a year. She's still pissed." I pointed out. Gabe had been involved in the drug trade, his wife had just had a baby before his arrest. I don't think I need to say much more.

"Whatever. Your dads back." Gabe mumbled, nodding his head the opposite direction. I looked up to see him, in fact, walking over to us. He had a smug smile on his face.

He kicked a leg over the seat of the table and sat. "Who's ya daddy? I am. And ya better be proud about it 'cause I just got that bitch off ya back. She looked like a nice female, but ya can't trust no bitch, Kellin."

I smiled softly. "Did you really? She got the message? I'm keeping my baby?"

My dad laughed. "Yes, Kellin. He's all yours."

I grinned from ear to ear, wanting to stand up quickly, but not being able to with my belly in the way. I sighed, smiling anyway as Gabe helped me up. This baby was only six and a half months and he was already fat. I can't imagine how big my belly will be when I hit the ninth month.

"I'm gonna go tell Vic. Oh god, I'm so excited!" I walked over to my dad and hugged him quickly, he cringed a bit but I ignored it and kissed his bald head as well.

"Boy, you better fu-"

"Sorry. Bye. Thank you." I rushed. I walked as fast as I could to find Vic. As I rushed down the halls of the prison, I was too preoccupied in my thoughts about Vic and the little family we were going to have, that I failed to hear someone shout for me to move out of the way.

My eyes were trained on the ground when I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. Immediately, I could feel the blood start to gush out. And I entered panic mode, my body giving out and shutting down as I blacked out.

A/N: Sorry it was late again.