Only Saving Grace I Ever Had (Kellic)

Chapter Twenty

*Flashback*
My chest ached as I sobbed again, I have no voice, no more energy.

I struggled to breathe but for some reason I couldn't just suffocate.
I tried to breathe in and out slowly, but every time I tried, it just came out shaky and divided.

I just ran all the way home while Craig was taking a shower.

Blood is still running down my leg, dripping onto the floor, but I just can't stop it.

I've thought a lot about death in the last few hours.
I've thought a lot about sleeping too, but that won't happen.

I feel filthy.
I need to be clean, I need to tear this skin off my bones.

Maybe I'll find something underneath.

I gently pulled my shirt off, noticing the large bruise Craig left on my back when he held me down.

When he took everything from me.

My ribs and chest ached from the crying and the running, the pain below the waist was even worse though.

I tried to take off my pants but I couldn't.

I can't stop seeing it, feeling it.

My mind is now infected with the thoughts and my greatest wish right now is to just be dead.

I cried harder and harder, trying to find a reason my friend, my best friend, would do this to me.

His dad hurt him, his dads dad hurt him.
But, you'd think after the pain he went through, he wouldn't do it.

Craig killed Jonny.
Jonny never deserved this, I would've taken it for Jonny any day.

I wish I would've noticed, I wish I would've made up some stupid curfew so I could go home early.

I limped to the shower and turned it on slowly, not really caring the temperature of  the water, I sat down on the floor of the shower, wincing as I did so.

My pants were still on, but I didn't care, I felt like taking a thousand showers.

Will that ever truly clean me?
Will I feel this filthy forever?

I watched the shower floor as some blood came out of my jeans, running over the floor and to the drain.

My head ached along with the rest of my body, will this ever stop either?

And how do I protect myself from Craig?

Do I report it?

No. No, I can't do that. No one would believe me, and even if they did, would they want to help me or make fun of me for being a boy and still getting raped?

Rape.

Even thinking of the word sent shivers down my spine.

My best friend raped me tonight, my best friend who I trusted and spent my entire childhood loving as if he were my brother.

My best friend who I had planned to spend my whole life knowing, and loving, and trusting.

What am I to do?
*End of Flashback*
(Kellins POV)

Tears streamed down my face as I looked over to Vic.

Vic killed Craig.

Craig's body had several obvious stab wounds.
I felt my chest tighten.

Breathe. Please, breathe.

I put my hand over my heart, feeling that it was faster than ever.