Only Saving Grace I Ever Had (Kellic)

Chapter Fifteen

*Flashback*
"Can you believe we're already in high school?" Craig asked as he pulled a cigarette pack out from his pocket.

My parents would kill me if I smoked, or even came home smelling like smoke.

"It's crazy how time flies" he laughed as he lit the cigarette and sucked the first puff of smoke.
"I feel like yesterday we were riding our bikes down maple street and getting in trouble for not beating the sunset" he said in an almost sad tone.

I nodded, looking towards my feet.

"I really missed being your friend" I spoke up, making him look at me.
"I didn't mean to ruin anything" I said, admitting to the fact that I was the one that ruined us.

"It's okay" he said almost instantly, pausing and sighing.
"You were right" he started "you were right about my dad.. not completely but you were worried and I pushed you away for that and I'm sorry"

I just wish I could've done something to help.

"What do you mean by I wasn't right completely?" I asked, watching him avoid eye contact.

"My dad.. he had a hard childhood" he started, sounding unsure. "I guess when he got a son of his own, he just needed to take it out on someone and he-" Craig stopped himself. Craig's voice was shaky and he took a few more drags of his cigarette before he replied.
"He molested me" he said finally, I saw tears travel down his cheeks, his chin was slightly shaking as he tried not to cry more.

What? I expected abuse but not this.

Before I even made the decision myself, I crashed into him, tightly pulling him into a hug.
"I'm so sorry" I whispered, holding him close to me.

"Get away from him" I heard a cracking voice say angrily.

I pulled away to see Jonny, tears in his eyes, he wasn't here when Craig told me, so what is he crying about?

"Get away" he said again.

Is he talking to me? I backed away from Craig, confused.

Craig walked to Jonny and pulled him with him, leaving me alone.

What?
*End of Flashback*
(Vic's POV)

"Stop, I don't want to talk to you" I stated shakily, yet bluntly.

"Vic, please, I need you so much" I heard the voice of the person I hated the most.

Is he really the person I hate the most?
Or is it me?

After all, it's my fault he is capable of doing what he does.

"No" I said. Trying to be firm with him.

"I would do anything for you, I-I love you" he begged.

"Don't" I cut him off from saying anything else.

"You- you told your therapist didn't you?" He asked, more afraid than anything.

"No, but if you don't leave, I'll call him right now" I lied, I couldn't do that.
I do have his number though, if I truly needed help I could call him.

"Please, Vic, you're the only reason I'm still alive" I knew this was true, it was true because I saved him.
I felt guilty.
But why?
Why should I?
"I wish things were simple, I wish we were kids again. You remember? You remember riding our bikes for hours and staying up past our bedtime just talking under the covers. We would wrestle and wear ourselves out" I smiled lightly at the memories, but also felt like crying.

Why did things have to change?

"I wish we were kids again" I stated, hearing my voice crack.

I heard him sniffle from the other side of the door. He's crying.
"Vic, without you I'm dead. I'll kill myself" I closed my eyes at the words.
"Open the door, or I'll kill myself" he cried.