I have no idea how long I laid on my bed, sobbing before I fell asleep. All I remember is wishing Vic Fuentes had never come into my life and I was back home in Michigan. I haven’t even been here a week and yet all this drama seemed to find me. Vic though, I was so confused. You cannot like someone after only a few days. Right? Wrong. Completely wrong. Vic made me smile and feel something inside my chest that was foreign to me and then he kissed me. Kissed me. Only to then yell at me as if I’d done something wrong?
Waking up the next morning was tough. I felt totally horrible, yet I had to face the day. “You shouldn’t be upset. You shouldn’t be upset” I kept repeating to myself. But Vic’s final words just kept replaying in my mind. I rolled my legs one at a time off the side of my bed, before sitting up as slow as possible, immediately letting out a moan for the throbbing in my head. It felt like a bad hangover. But more like a crying hangover. Apparently, I didn’t even have the strength to change my clothes last night because I still wore them. My shoes were still perfectly tied on my feet. The vibrating in my pocket sent chills throughout my body, I knew exactly who that would be. I didn’t even have to look at my phone to know it was Vic. Do I answer it? Do I even want to fucking know his lame excuse?
15 missed messages from: Vic!(:
“What the hell?” I said aloud feeling the anger and sadness boil up inside me. With shaken hands and tired eyes I swiped through them all.
“Kellin please come back and we will talk” –Vic
“Kells I’m sorry. We really need to talk.” –Vic
“I’m serious. It’s not what you think.” –Vic
“Kells please fucking answer me! Just let me know your okay” –Vic
“Okay. Look please if you would just let me explain. We can just laugh about this 5 years from now. Please.” –Vic
“Are you not going to answer me?” –Vic
“Kellin.” –Vic
“KELLIN!!” –Vic
“Kellin please. I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry. Just please give me a chance to explain. I’m so sorry I yelled, I just kind of panicked. Please. Just please forgive me?” –Vic
The messages just went on from there, every single one. What the hell was there to explain?! He was obviously disgusted with me. Was it my kiss? Was it my body he didn’t like? Rolling my eyes, I tossed my phone back down on my bed before I actually responded and regretted it. I really had no use to hear lies.
Trying to be as quiet as a mouse, I tiptoed across the hall to my bathroom, locking the door out of paranoia. A shower is exactly what I needed, the peace and quiet of the water running down my bruise body. It was a good 30 minute escape from reality. Glancing at my shampoo bottle, where my razor blades were hidden, I felt the urge to cut. The urge is like a drug, you feel it in the pit of your stomach and the only way to fill it is to do it. But I didn’t want to feel like Vic had won the best of me. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I hated feeling like I was unwanted, but it’s all I’ve ever known, unwanted and rejected, first from my mom, my dad and now Vic. A guy I thought I actually had some sort of chance with. The throbbing in my head was slowly going away as I got dressed.
The rumbling in my tummy forced me down stairs. Sighing, I crept down the steps, thinking maybe if I’m quite enough my dad won’t even see me. Surly as soon as my feet hit the bottom step he turned to me with his evil eyes and a smirk written all across his face.
“Well look what the fucking pussy drug out. The hell where you last night boy?” My father demanded getting up from his spot on the couch to walk towards me. My eyes widened with fear as I knew what was about to happen.
