Blend (Kellic)

Chapter 20

"Come on Kells. Lets get this over and done with," Vic said in my ear, hugging me from behind. Today was the day we had to go through Justin's stuff so they could sell his apartment.

We stood outside his apartment door, keys in my hand, waiting to enter. I was scared to enter his house, but Vic was there supporting me 100% of the way, and truthfully I was thankful for that.

"Okay," I said stepping away from his touch and to the door. I used the key to unlock the door. I turned the knob and watched the door open. I took a step in the small house taking a deep breath. It smelled just like him.

It was almost unreal to be in his house right now. It was so empty and cold. It didn't have its usual homey atmosphere, but the smell of coffee still lingered in his house. I went to the kitchen, Vic following. I let out a sigh at the sight. So many memories where flooding into my brain, but I had to start or else I'd be here all day.
"Come on. Lets start with his room first," I said. Vic hummed in response and followed me to his room. His room was messy from the last time he had been in here: bed not made up, tissues and candy rappers on his nightstand, clothes sprawled out, and every drawer opened.

"What happened in here?" Vic whispered in shock at his room.

"He always gets messy when he's depressed. This just proves how bad it actually was," I said. I should have been more understanding of Justin when he was going through things with Jesse.

"Alright where should we start first?" He asked.

"Closet. We need to get rid of his clothes. Give them to the salvation army."

"Okay," he said. I grabbed his hand in mine pulling him to the closet. We started going through everything, separating what could go to giveaways, and what had to be trashed. We were almost finished thirty minutes later, when I saw something that caught me eye.

"No way!" I exclaimed. Vic looked up from the shirt he was folding and looked to me.

"What is it Kells?" He questioned. God that nickname never gets old when he says it.

"My favorite crop top. I thought I lost it! Turns out Justin was just keeping it to himself," I laughed and so did Vic.

"And my thong!" I nearly yelled. Vic's eyebrows perked up at this. "What? I had to look sexy for clients," I stated.

"Yeah, don't remind me," he said sounding irritated. I smiled at him.

"Is someone jealous?" I asked chucking.

"No," he pouted. He was so cute.

"I think someone is jealous. Don't worry babe from now on I won't ever have to show anyone my body. No one but you now," I said trying to reassure him. His cute little pout turned into a big huge smile that made me smile.

"Good," he said. I rolled my eyes playfully at him and continued to pack things away.

"I'm going to get more boxes and then we're done with the closet," he said. I looked at the empty closet and smiled that we made progress.

I walked out, and walked over to the desk in his room. He had just about everything scattered across the length of the surface. One thing in particular caught my eye though. It was a picture. A picture of Justin, Alan, and me to be specific. The picture was taken at one of those photo booths at the mall. I was in the middle, Justin to my right, Alan to my left and we were all making a silly face.

I remember this day perfectly. It was my first night being an official prostitute. Alan and Justin took me to the mall and showed me what would look good on me and we bought outfits. Then we all decided to take pictures to remember that day. Alan has one of the pictures, and I have the last one. In Alan's, we posed with serious and mad faces. And in mine, we posed looking cute.

The nostalgic feeling in my chest brought tears to my eyes. Before I left my house this morning on my way here, I told myself I wasn't going to be emotional. I told myself it wasn't worth it to cry because it would slow me down from getting things done, yet here I am with tears streaming down my face.

"Babe I got boxes," Vic exclaimed walking back into the room. "Babe?" He questioned. He walked towards me standing behind me. I felt his warm breath down my neck causing me skin to break out into chills.

"This was the first day I was full force involved in prostitution, Vic," I said. My voice wavered. I heard Vic set the boxes down and turned me to face him.

"You know you don't have to remember anything of that stuff anymore," he said giving me a serious, stern look.

"Yeah I know. But I want to. It was a part of me, and as much as I would like to ignore it, I can't. I can't just pretend that part of me doesn't exist," I said. He smiled down at me and put his hand up to my face to wipe my tears away. I smiled back at him put my hand over his.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "Let finish this. Don't want to stay here for longer then we have to." He said. I agreed with him. He walked off to continue putting the clothes away.

I pulled the picture to my chest and took a death breath. I was going to keep this picture. This was one of the gems I had to keep because I knew in the future, I'd remember this moment and how I was so broken. But when I look at this picture, it'll remind me that life may have been hard, but I made it through another obstacle.

In a way, I'm kind of thankful Justin died. Not in a bad way though, but if he wouldn't have died, my life could have taken another turn and not in a good way. I wouldn't have Vic and I'm so thankful for him.

After six hours, most of the stuff was cleaned up. We would have to pay someone to get the big stuff out like the bed and couch, but every thing else was done.

"Are you ready to head home babe?" Vic asked hugging me from behind and placing a sweet little kiss on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his and closed my eyes as he left small kisses in his wake.

"Its just so surreal. Even though he's gone, I can still feel his presence. Like I know he'll always be here with me in spirit, but he isn't physically here," I said relaxing into his touch.

"I know what you mean babe," he mumbled against my neck.

"Lets go. I want to cuddle," I said, prying his arms off my body and grabbing his hand. He led me to the car and opened the door for me, letting me get in.

"Thank you Vic," I said sitting in the car facing him.

"For what?" He asked. He stood outside the car door which was open still since my legs weren't in the car all the way.

"For being here when I need someone the most," I whispered. He leaned down from his standing position outside the car and kissed me.

"Anything for you," he said when he pulled back from the short lived kiss. I turned and sat in the car right and he shut the door. Getting in on his side.

I was glad to have him in my life. I don't think I could ever repay him for the support he has given me.