Only Saving Grace I Ever Had (Kellic)

Chapter Eight

*Flashback*
It's been months and I haven't spoken to Craig.
Last I heard of him or his family, the child services visited and nothing happened.

I guess I was wrong, his dad is innocent and I ruined my friendship for nothing.

I see Craig in the hall almost every day, I sometimes try to smile but I never receive a smile back.
I doubt I ever will.

I talk to some people, I make friends, but I don't think I'll ever make a friend as good as Craig.
He is special to me.

I don't know how to fix this.

My weekends are spent alone, every time I ride my bike I remember that I betrayed my friend, and after church I don't play in the park anymore, I just go home.

Craig's mom and my mom are still friends, and I'm happy for them, but I don't think Craig or his family will ever want to be around me again.

"Tony and Jaime are coming over" Mike said as he poked his head in my room. He had a large smile as he spoke of his two best friends.
Why couldn't I have two friends? Then I would still have at least one.

"Cool" I said trying to sound enthusiastic.
I like Mikes friends, but they're nothing like Craig.

I remember wrestling wth Craig, and riding bikes with him, and playing toilet tag and watching scary movies behind our parents backs.

I think I'll miss him for the rest of my life.
*End of Flashback*
(Vic's POV)

Craig pulled the chair out for me to sit down,  I took the seat between Mr.Quinn and Craig.

Why am I here?

I don't know any of these people, I'm with Craig, I'm with my therapist.
I could feel myself panicking.

Mr.Quinn took us to a pub style restaurant, 19's music was playing, and sports was being shown.

"Kellin, can we get fried pickles?" Jacked asked as he picked up a menu.

"Of course, we always get fried pickles when we come" Mr.Quinn said with a smile.

I looked at the menu in front of me, unsure of what I wanted or if I wanted anything at all.
Craig was whispering the meals to himself lightly, I'm the only one who ever takes note that he actually does that.

The server came and took our drink orders, and took the order of fried pickles.
I noticed how generous Mr.Quinn was to his friends, he told them to not worry about the prices or how much they got.
Then again, he must get some killer money.

I listened to the conversation they had about a movie the couple watched together.

The server brought the drinks and took our orders, Mr.Quinn cracked a few jokes in my direction, obviously trying to get me to smile or laugh.
I did.
Craig joined in all of their conversations.

I was fine, I was content.
A hand landed on my thigh.

No.

I didn't even have time to rationalize my thoughts before I jumped away from Craig, and hit Mr.Quinn.

The whole table noticed. Everyone stopped talking, everyone looked at me.
What do I do?
What do I say?
I was thinking too fast to come up with anything, my body is shaking and my hands are sweating.

Why here?
I tried to breathe but I couldn't.
What do I do?

Bathroom.

I got up in a hurry, I knew I was confusing everyone, maybe I could just sneak out and go home.