The Babysitter ✯ Kellic

Chapter Fourteen

It's surprising how small this apartment is, yet how much shit I managed to fit into it. It's been at least a day and a couple of hours since last night's dinner, and we're still trying to fit everything into empty cardboard boxes. It was oddly nice, but I should have figured that it wasn't going to last.

"Kellin," I hear Vic's quiet voice coming from my room. I don't think much of it, since I'm sure it can't be anything bad. I get up and stretch, not actually planning on heading over to him. If it's anything super important he'll come get me or call me again. "Kellin!" he yells louder this time.

"What?!" I yell back, wrapping more packing tape over the top of a box. He yells for me to come into my room, asking what exactly it is he found. I sigh and start navigating to my room. I don't know how hard it would be to tell what something is in my room. I mean, it isn't like there's anything bad in there. Or, that's what I thought until I remembered what actually is in there.

I start walking quickly, hoping that that isn't what he found. If it is, I'm totally screwed, and I don't know what he would do. He might get Copeland taken away from me! It doesn't seem like something Vic would do, but in all honesty, if I was in Vic's shoes in the situation I'm imagining he's in, I would probably leave me behind, and never come back.

I open my bedroom door and see him sitting there on my bed. I look around for any signs of what he found, only seeing the large mural of Copeland on the wall. And then I see it, sticking out from behind his back. I feel the panic rising in my chest. Please don't tell me he opened it.

"Kellin," he begins softly, "if you ever did anything extremely bad within the months that we've known each other, you would have told me, right?" I see his sweet brown eyes begin glossing over slightly with tears. Oh, my God, he totally found and opened the box.

"Vic, I would have told you everything. You're one of the only people I actually trust," I reply, taking a step closer to him. He stops me though, sticking out his arm. "Why?" I ask, playing like I don't know what he's talking about. He lifts his head slightly and stares into my eyes, causing shame to shoot through me.

"Then why didn't you tell me about this?" he asks, grabbing the box that was behind him and tossing it onto the floor separating us. I know that box, I know exactly what's in it. Vic doesn't know that I never touched anything inside, though. "Why don't you open it? Or have you already seen what's inside enough to make a perfect replica?" he asks angrily.

"Vic, I promise you, I've only ever touched what's in there once, and that was when I was putting them in," I defend myself. He shakes his head, tears actually streaming down his face. "Look, it's no big deal, I just-"

"No big deal?!" he cuts me off, standing up. "Kellin, there's drugs in there! Tell me again it's no big fucking deal!" he starts yelling. I try to grab his arm to calm him down, but he pushes me off. "Don't touch me!" he yells.

"Vic! I don't do that shit anymore! I'm telling you, I forgot I even had this thing!" I yell back, he shuts his eyes, obviously trying to ignore me.

"That's why you were so skinny," he whispers. "That's why you wear long sleeves. You have scars from sticking a god damn needle into your veins and injecting some kind of dangerous drug!" he gets loud again.

"Vic, please just calm down! It's not a problem anymore! When Copeland was born I-"

"You can't have that, that, shit in your house with a baby around!" he screams, glaring at me. I actually recoil slightly at how loud he is; he's never acted like this before, and I obviously don't like it. I reach out to grab his arm again, but instead I feel a sharp pain shoot through my cheek. "I said don't fucking touch me!" he yells. That's when I realize that he actually hit me.