Spoiled | Kellic

Chapter 7

VICS POV:

I heard some yelling downstairs and cracked my door open. I saw that Mike had been going downstairs too. I continued to make my way, following him and finding that some of Kellins friends, and two of their parents were here.

"Do not tell me how to raise my child!" I heard Mrs. Quinn say.

"Im not telling you how to raise him! Im telling you to simply have more discipline with your child! He is out partying, trying to get rid of his feelings. He does this all the time, and out daughter is up worrying about him! And you aren't," the father of the blonde girl spoke.

"We worry, we do. And for you to say-"

"No you don't! Kellin always comes to school in a bad mood! He always masks his feelings with jokes and being an ass. That's not the Kellin that Im friends with. Thats not Kellin. Kellin used to be so happy and excited about school! He used to actually give a fuck about life and his future! But now he doesn't! And thats because you dont bother to forget about what happened last year!" the blonde girl spoke up.

"We cannot just forget about that! He needs to learn what he did and then we'll forget. But he just ignores it like it didn't happen!" Mr. quinn snapped.

"You know what. Im done, Ive come over too many times to help you with your son. Honestly, I would be grateful for him. He is so smart and creative. He is a beautiful and sweet boy and if you can't acknowledge that about him, then you must me the worst parents ever," the mother stated and then stormed out the house.

The man and daughter left. I was concerned now. I didn't want Kellin to be damaging himself. I didn't want him to be out there getting himself in trouble. I couldn't let that sit with me.

"Where are you going?" I heard Ms. quinn ask.

I ignored and walked out the house. I caught up with the blonde girl. I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around.

"Hey," she greeted shyly but sweetly.

"Where is Kellin?" I asked quickly.

"He's in the woods, partying in an abandoned building. We can take you there but you have to be cautious," she told me and I nodded.

"Okay, I just need to help him," I pleaded.

She told her parents something and they nodded. They welcomed me to get inside their car and I smiled. The way there was filled with impatience and an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

When we pulled up to the building, I thanked them and then got out. I then went raced inside, trying to find the pale, raven haired boy that I've become acquainted with. I was pushing through people, ignoring their comments.

"Kellin!" I screamed, although my voice was dry.

"Vic?" I heard a slur, "How'd you get here?"

"Lets go," I said and took his wrist.

In his drunken state, he allowed me to pull him along. I lead him to his car and helped him inside. I knew how to drive, but I didn't have a license. I was just hoping that we wouldn't get caught.

"Vic, you spoke and... and screamed... I've never heard your voice," he slurred.

"I think your voice is- its um- its pretty," he chuckled.

I started the car up and then began to drive back to his house. I needed to get back before he passes out. I don't know what he took or how much he took but it was bad. He looked paler than ever and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Kellin! Stay with me," I told him.

"Im tired..." he yawned.

"If you stay awake then I'll keep talking. I just need you to keep your eyes open," I sighed.

"Im up!" he exclaimed and tried his best to open his eyes fully.

This was a hell of a night

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KELLINS POV:

"Kellin," I heard a soft voice, "Kellin, c'mon. Wake up."

"Huh..." I mumbled and opened my eyes.

I saw Vic and was immediately reminded of last night. The party was great. I remember taking some cocaine and then some more. I think I came close to over dosing. The last thing I remember is being carried out by... by... by Vic.

"Why did you take me away from the party?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"If I didn't then you most likely would've died," he stated bluntly.

"Again, why'd you take me away from the party," I repeated, not seeing a problem with his answer.

"Kellin do you even know how mhcb drugs to took?" he asked.

"Enough to have some fun," I chuckled.

"You took more than you could handle. You took three lines of cocaine, you smoked weed, you had countless amounts of alcohol and your friends told me that you even tried to get more drugs," he explained.

"You're talking an awful amount," I changed the subject.

"Yeah, because I've decided that you're all trust worthy. And I told you I would speak more often if you stood awake and you did. I was able to make you get the drugs out your system and drink some water," he said.

"Well thanks I guess. How'd you even know where I was?" I asked.

"Jenna," he smiled.

"Oh... she's always so worried," I mumbled.

"Good, she should be. If it wasn't for her you'd be in the hospital fighting for your life," he looked me dead in the eyes.

"Well, anyway... I'm gonna go get breakfast," I stated, hopping out of bed and making my way to the kitchen.

I didn't want to talk about last night or yesterday in general. Especially not with Vic. He was one of the reasons I left and did what I did. I was still mad. He may have saved my life but he was still the cause of that situation happening. Not as much as my parents, but he was still part of it.

"Honey, we need to speak with you," I heard my mom as I poured a glass of OJ.

"About what?" I asked annoyed.

"Youre going back on your meds," she stated.

"No, Im not. I told you, I don't need them! I didn't do anything to Vic or anyone else! I didn't do anything wrong!" I shouted.

"Yesterday you went and did drugs to solve your issues. You need help," my dad said.

"Oh shut up! Now you wanna care about what I do? Fuck you. Fuck you both. You were never there for my childhood. You were always on business trips. You never gave a fuck about me and my issues. So why start now?" I snapped.

I grabbed my plate and cup. I went to the dining room and then sat down. I began eating as my parents followed me and sat down beside me.

"Kellin, you need to stop. Stop acting like you don't have a mental illness!" my mom begged.

"I don't! There's nothing wrong with me!" I growled.

"You have a mental illness Kellin. You were diagnosed, you were put on meds and you know that. Stop trying to forget it! Accept it! Kellin its who you are, don't be ashamed of having a mental illness. You can't help it," he tried to help and I rolled my eyes.

"When I was younger, you treated me like a monster, a freak. You still do. And you want to tell me not to be ashamed of myself? You isolated me for three months in a ward because you thought I was going to harm someone! You aren't my parents. You aren't family. Family wouldn't treat each other like this!" I got up and stormed out.

I ran up to my room and slammed the door, locking it. I honestly sometimes wish I could disappear.

"Kellin?" I heard Vic.

"What?" I asked through the door.

"What happened? Why are you mad?" he asked and I sighed.

I opened the door and pulled him in. I then closed the door, locking it again. He was sitting on my bed and I ran my fingers through my hair. I was pacing back and forth. I was thinking of weather I should tell him or not.

Then I came to the conclusion, not knowing what will happen....