Spoiled | Kellic

Chapter 5

KELLINS POV:

I wanted to hurt Josh and Oliver for this. They knew that Vic was with me and that made them want to hurt him more. I just wanted to grab them by the collar of their shirts and punch them in their face until they d-

"Kellin, are you okay?" I heard Mike ask, "You're gripping the wheel tightly."

"I'm fine... But, we're not going to the movies tonight. I'll tell Gabe, Justin and the others to just go without us. Im not dealing with some bullshit like today again," I muttured.

"Thats fine," Mike agreed.

"Josh and Oliver can fucking jump off a building for all I care, I hate them so fucking god damn much," I said under my breath.

"Calm down, we shouldn't go fight violence with more violence. That's just gonna make it worse for us, and for Vic," Mike tried to soothe me but it wasn't working.

"I'm gonna fight violence with violence, alright... Im gonna make it living fucking hell for them to even walk in the morning," I growled, gripping the wheel tighter and tighter.

I don't know why I was so angry. I've gotten mad at them before but never like this. My old thoughts were coming back and I didn't like it one bit. I can't be thinking violently right now, It's not going to help anything.

I was just so mad that they did this to Vic. He doesn't even fucking speak! He never does anything wrong, why the fuck would they want to pick on him? He is the most sweet kid youll meet regardless if he talks or not. I just wanted to make Josh and Oliver pay for what they did.

I pulled up into the driveway of my house. I got out of the car and before I could even blink, Vic was running inside. Mike didn't do anything and niether did I. He probably needed some space and time to be alone. I understand that.

When I got inside the house, I was met with my parents which caught me off guard because normally, they'd be at work. My mother looked upset and my father looked disappointed.

"Kellin, we need to talk to you," my mom finally said and I sighed.

I followed them to the kitchen and my mom took a few deep breathes. I had no clue what could possibly be happening right now and what they needed to talk to me about.

"We came here originally just to spend time with all of you and maybe go out. But can you tell me why I saw Vic, running past me and your father with bruises all over his face?" she asked.

"There's these two kids in our school who have their eye out for him. I didn't know about it till he came back to class. And I'm probably more angry about what happened than he is," I balled up my fists.

"Kellin, you need to have your eyes on Vic. Make sure he doesn't get hurt like that again," my mom told me sternly.

"You think I'm not making sure he's okay?" I raised my voice.

"No, I don't. Because if you were watching him carefully he wouldn't have gotten hurt! And for all we know, you could've done this to him. You've been off your meds for over a year and we don't know what you're capable of!" she accused.

"You treat me like I'm some sort of fucking psychopath! I can't control my emotions and those meds were turning me into someone im not! Why can't you just be a good parent for once!" I shouted.

"Because Kellin, you're sick! You're a sick kid, your emotions are too extreme. You know what you did last ye-"

"Stop! Stop reminding me about that! Is that all I am to you? Im a messed up, mentally sick son. I'm just a fuck up to you? Yeah, great thing to tell your child," I laughed sarcastically and then walked out.

I stormed upstairs and locked myself in my room. I didn't want to see anyone right now, I didn't care who it was or what they had, I just wanted to be alone. I just needed to medicate... as I say.

I pulled out my drawer and took my joint, along with my lighter out. I lit it up and then pressed it to my lips, breathing in the smoke. I did this until my room was smokey and filled with the scent of weed.

I soon heard a knock at mt door but I ignored it. I put my joint back in the drawer, despite it being smaller than a dice. I put my lighter away as well.

"Kellin! You better not being smoking in my house! It smells like weed!" my mothers nagging voice boomed.

"Fuck off!" I yelled and she gasped.

"How dare you!" she sounded offended, and then I heard her walk off.

See, there were times where my mom was cool and she was more laid back. But when she is like this? I honestly can't stand her. She always accused me of shit all because of my past. She wasn't even there for me and she wants to tell me what I did? I don't think so.

I heard another knock at the door, but this time it was softer. I got up and slowly opened the door. When I peeked through I found Vic there with hopeful eyes. He looked at me and then his eyes were soon filled with a bit of sadness.

"What?" I asked a bit bitterly.

He opened his mouth like he was about to speak and I was hoping he did. But that was gone once he closed his mouth again and looked down.

"Do you want to speak?" I asked and he nodded, "Then speak, you can trust me. I may be a dick but I can be nice if I want to."

He stood silent and gulped. He was nervous, I knew that for a fact. But what was he nervous of? I didn't know if he was nervous of hesring his voice, of me saying something rude to him or anything like that. But I soon figured out why he was so nervous when he finally spoke.

"What happened last year?"