Us Against The Law (Kellic) (boyxboy)

Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times

I put my head in my hands but took it right out when I heard the prison alarms go off. I got up off the table and attempted to kneel down, my hands behind my head, since I couldn't lay like everyone else. But something caught my eye.

Jack and Jinx. They were in the middle of a knife fight and I saw Oliver approaching Jack from behind from a distance.

I got up in an instant.

I watched as Oliver pulled out his own knife, or shiv. He ran towards my brother at full speed before I could stop him.

"Jack! Behind you!" I yelled. He spun around quick and moved before Oliver could get him. Jinx took it as an opportunity to get to Jack though, and before I know it, they're back at it and on the ground, punches thrown, desperate attempts to tear each others knifes away. I couldn't stop myself when I decided to spring into action.

I lunged at Oliver, as careful as I could, and had my hands around his throat. It was his fault Justin died and Jack had been blaming himself. He's the reason my brother has been so devastated. He's the reason no one respects me the same around here anymore

I'm gonna end him.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I seethed, tightening my grip. His face had gone red, his eyes staring directly into mine with anger and panic. His hands latched to my wrists in attempt to pry them off of him but I only tightened my grip and pulled his head up before slamming it back down into the black concrete. I pulled it back again and slammed it down, again, again, again 'till he was bleeding.

Memories were flooding back, memories of me and Matty and how people like his dad and Oliver could take such good things away. I couldn't stop seeing his face, Matty. He'd come to me crying, bruises over his entire body, every fucking day and I remembered how much I hated his father. It felt good to hurt him and this didn't feel any different. 

All I could see at this point was red. All I could see was taking revenge. All I could see was his face and how helpless he was against me. I could feel his body shaking and flailing underneath me, his face turning purple, his eyes widening in fear, his mouth gaping for air. Oliver's eyes watered, his head shook, he hit at my chest. I remembered how it felt doing this to him, how good I fucking felt because he got what he deserved and so I didn't stop. Not even when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Not when I felt myself start to cry. Not when I heard my name for me to stop. 

Slowly, Oliver's hands seized to hit my chest, and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He stopped moving. But I wasn't done. My mind was racing to get my shaking hands to keep going. So I reached for his knife, the one he'd dropped, and I plunged it into his chest, I pulled it out and pierced it through again and again.

"Stop!"

I felt a hand latch onto my arm and I looked up to see my dad. I dropped the knife with shaky fingers and looked at him with wide eyes. I was breathing heavily and my face felt wet. My hands were too. I was covered in blood, my shoulder hurt like hell and it was because I had been stabbed. My dad pried me away from my spot on top of Oliver and he pulled me along somewhere.

I wasn't sure if I was in shock or what was happening but I couldn't speak and I couldn't comprehend what my dad was saying to me. I could only see his lips moving. I turned my head to look back. Oliver and Jinx were both laying lifeless on the ground. Jack was coughing up blood, my uncle Gabe helping him up. I was in a daze that I hadn't even realized I was crying until my eyes clouded up. And I was snapped back into reality.

"What did I do?" I shook my head. This could ruin everything. I could've hurt my kids. I could get more time, be in solitary until I go into labor, Vic could hate me. "W-What did I do? Fuck, what did I do?!"

My dad didn't answer, he just pulled me along until we were in the infirmary and I was laid onto the bed. I was instantly cuffed to the bars on the bed when two guards came in. It was Preciado and some other one I didn't know very well.

My dad walked out of the ion before the guards or the nurse could tell him to. I was so mad at myself for giving in to what I wanted. I always did that, I always let my anger drive me. I know that this whole war with Oliver and his gang has been long and going since day one, but I was somehow regretting my decisions today. Vic's opinion mattered more to me than anyone's and I wasn't too keen on hearing what he had to say about this when he found out.

He's going to be infuriated with me for putting the kids in danger. I was infuriated with me, I could've hurt them. I hurt myself, I hurt Vic. Whatever I do is going to reflect badly on him. What if he didn't want me after this? What if he's scared I might hurt the kids and takes them away from me and puts me back into prison as soon as he has them?

He wouldn't do that, but he could. I just have to trust him. This was my fault anyway, the whole thing started with me. I just had to face the reality of things and hope that the world would save my ass this time.

A/N: I keep dragging this out and making this story longer, fuck me xD but there's a few more chapter left, idk how many, 3-5? Hope ya liked it, idk, I kind of rushed it a bit. Hope it's not crap for you guys ;-; love youuu