Torture In Silence (Kellic)

I Will

{Kellin}

Why did I kiss Vic last night? Was it because I felt guilty for making him cry? Was it because I felt the need to make him feel better after all he's done for me? Why did Damien even allow Vic to take me in for two weeks without thinking twice? That just seems odd to me. All these questions I have, yet, none of them answered.

I tiptoed to the kitchen and saw Vic wearing nothing but jeans and a snapback. His body was...amazing. It was...toned and perfect, nothing like mine when I peered down to look at it. I rubbed circles around my eyes and stood lateral to the wall next to me.

"Hey, you're up!" Vic squealed. "Just in time. Breakfast is ready!" He quickly placed it on the table and pulled up a seat for me. "I'm not much of a cook, but I did my best. There's a little bit of eggs and ham with a side of toast and jam. And I was gonna ask you if you prefer water or orange juice?"

Awe, he made me breakfast. Too bad I'm not going to eat it. I'll take the water, hold the breakfast.

I sat at the table and took in the aroma. It smelled like an all-you-can-eat buffet in here. I stared at the delectables on my plate. Vic even took the liberty of sitting next to me with a magazine in his hand, ready to enjoy a nice cup of coffee while I indulge myself with fatty foods.

I immediately pushed the plate forward, knowing Vic would say something about it.

"What's wrong? Not hungry?" Vic said, pausing his reading spree.

I shook my head.

"You have to eat, Kellin. You're as thin as a twig. Skipping breakfast is bad for your mental health, or skipping any meal for that matter." He slid the plate in front of me. "Take a bite."

I refused and folded my arms.

He sighed. "Do you want me to call Damien and tell him you're not cooperating with me?" he threatened.

I feared Damien since day one. You'll never know how he'll treat you. One day he makes you his bitch and the next day, he loves and cares for you.

I shook my head again.

"So then...please take a bite? I don't wanna have to call him. If I have to feed you for you to eat, then I'll do it. If I have to shove food down your throat, then that's what I'll do."

He's giving me demands. He sounds like.....Damien.

My shaky hand picked up the fork gently and stuck it through a small piece of egg. I almost wanted to vomit at the thought of eating anything. I let the fork drop from my fingers to hit the plate. I scurried away from the table and ran to Vic's room, slamming the door shut so I could be away from him.

Oh man, maybe Vic really is like Damien. He's soft and sweet with you at times and then he's mean and aggressive. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

{Vic}

Great, just great. This is absolutely fantastic. And by fantastic, I mean a disaster! God, I sounded like such an asshole to Kellin. I don't actually mean I'm going to force food down his throat or even feed him. I just want him to eat. I have to fix things with him.

{Kellin}

I took a breath and turned around, walking towards the bed. I plopped myself down and noticed the pictures planted on the wall next to me. I got up and stumbled upon a picture of Vic and some guy in a police uniform with black spiky hair.

I know that guy, I said to myself. Where do I know him from and why the hell does he look so familiar to me? I continued to stare at the picture of Vic and the man I couldn't recollect. There was a little note pinned beside the picture and it said you have my heart, Vic Fuentes. I love you. -Jaime Preciado