Hold My Heart (Kellic)

Chapter 9

TRIGGER WARNING

"Hey," I said, smiling.

"Hey!" Vic exclaimed as I approached his car. He opened the door for me and I hopped inside. He did the same, and soon we were driving away from the school.

"So I know that I said we could hang out right after school, but something came up and now I have to pick up my brother from the hospital," Vic said in an annoyed tone.

"What happened?" I asked worriedly. I had never met his brother but I didn't want anyone close to Vic getting hurt. Vic didn't seem to distressed though.

"He was in a skateboarding accident earlier. He'll be fine, I just have to pick him up. But the hospital is about thirty minutes away, so it might be a while before I get back. It is okay if I drop you off at your house and you come over in an hour?" Vic pleaded. I was disappointed that I couldn't go right then, but later was better than never, so I agreed. Eventually, Vic pulled into my driveway.

"I wish we didn't have to wait for you to come over," he said as I opened the car door.

"Yeah, but you can't neglect your brother," I said jokingly. Vic smiled and leaned towards me, pressing his lips to mine.

"I'll see you later," he said. I blushed as I said goodbye, then walked up to my house. When I entered, I went straight up to my room and set down my backpack. Hmm, what could I do for an hour? I wanted nothing more than to be with Vic at the moment. For the past few weeks, that's all I ever wanted. He just gave me this sense of security that I never got with anyone else. Of course there were still things that I was hiding from him, but he made me forget about all the bad stuff when I was with him. He made me forget about the reason I moved here, the reason that I wouldn't let him see my body, the reason I was depressed. I never wanted him to know what I did to myself.

I quickly walked to the bathroom and crouched down on the floor. I opened the cabinet and reached inside, pulling out the small bag of toiletries that held my painful resort. I slowly unzipped the bag and stared at the blades inside with hatred. I never wanted to use them again. I hated what I did to myself, because I knew that Vic would hate it even more. He might even hate me if he knew. There were seven razor blades in the bag, and I carefully picked them all up. I hated even touching them now. I was about to turn and throw them away when I realized that the trash can wasn't in the same spot as it usually was. I sighed and got up so that I could throw them away downstairs.

I jogged down the stairs, and as soon as I reached the bottom, Billie bolted in through the front door and slammed it shut behind him. He looked extremely pissed. I quickly put the razors in the pocket of my hoodie, as I didn't want Billie to see them.

"Billie? Are you alright?" I asked cautiously. He staggered over to me, and that's when I realized that he was drunk. Really drunk. My heart quickly dropped to my chest. He said that he would stop drinking, but I guess that had proven too difficult. I knew that I had to be careful not to anger him further, because I didn't want him throwing one of his tantrums.

"Be glad that you're not into girls, Kellin, because they're bitches. All girls are bitches. They cause nothing but trouble and heartache, and when they don't get what they want, they explode and twist every word you say, turning everything into a gigantic mess," he slurred angrily. I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded.

"All I ever did was love her and support her, and what does she do? She makes it look like I'm the biggest jerk in the history of . . . everything! Yeah, I made a few mistakes, but they were fucking mistakes, and then that bitch has to go and cheat on me!" he ranted, getting angrier with every word. I didn't even know that he had a girlfriend, so all of this was a surprise to me. Billie turned around and slapped a vase off of the coffee table, and I flinched as it smashed to pieces on the floor. That's when I started getting really nervous.