Y'all caused this on yourselves...
I sat in my seat, hair fallen in my face as I looked to the ground, the gut wrenching word "guilty" repeated from the judges throat. It was over for me. I had no hope left.
"Kellin Quinn Bostwick, jurie has claimed you guilty for illegal prostitution and illegal trade of drugs for money. I sentence four years of prison and a fine of 6,000 dollars." The judge said smacking down his gavel to signal the end of my trial. I had fought for four weeks, but to no avail, I was pleaded guilty, though I was innocent for the drugs and wasn't apart of the prostitute industry anymore.
I had been framed, unfortunate for Vic and me, because this most likely meant the end. The end of something beautiful. The end of a new beginning. . . my beginning. I had finally found my self worth, yet now I have a permanent record on my slate of doing time for prison, and a fine to pay that will probably keep me in debt for year or two. I tried to keep my cool. I tried not to lose control in front of the people in the court house, but as the two cops, one on either side of me, took a hold of my cuffed arms and I heard Vic's voice scream wait, I didn't know if I could hold it.
"Kellin," he whispered as he approached me. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I knew I wasn't guilty, but I felt guilty. The police told Vic that he couldn't see me, and that I had to be escorted to the jail cell, but neither Vic or I really paid any attention.
He put his index finger beneath my chin, his hand shaky, turning my head towards his own. "Wait for me," he said and began to lean forward in a kiss, but I was suddenly jerked away from his cold shaky fingers as the police took me away.
I looked to the floor. I didn't want anyone to see as the water filled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to blink away the tears, but it only engaged the crying more. Instead of my vision clearing up, they fell from my bottom lashes, the last line of defense to keep myself dignified, and to the ground.
I repeated in my head to wait for Vic. Problem is I'm not sure if he will wait for me, but I swear I'll never stop waiting for the person in my life that made me sane.
***Okay okay so change of plan, if I come around to it, there will be a sequel!! Just keep in mind that I am in high school, I'm doing college classes, and I am a busy bee. I might do a collab with someone just to ensure that it gets done.
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Blend (Kellic)
Fanfiction***EDITING*** Kellin Quinn is your average street whore. By day he is the best friend of Alan Ashby and Justin Hills. By night, the three boys are street whores, looking for a good fuck for some money. That's the only way these young boys can live i...