The Only Good Thing Left in Me [Kellic]

Chapter Twenty One

AN: Hi everyone!! I have resurrected! I figured since today it's Vic's birthday, and a 3 day weekend, I totally have the time and will to finally update this book. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about it!! Ps: this starts off sad but it gets better!

Vic left San Francisco four months ago. I haven't heard from him since...

Well actually, I have.

A few hours before he packed his car to head up state, he called me and asked of me over. I was tentative of his request. At the time, it had only been a few days since he broke up with me. But I knew he was leaving, and I didn't want to potentially miss the chance to say goodbye to him forever. So, I put on my shoes, told my mom that I was leaving and where I was going, and left.

My mom was hesitant to let me go. After I came home that night crying so hard I could barely speak, she instantly knew that Vic broke things off with me. And to let me back in the presence of the boy who hurt her son? Not a good idea. Nevertheless, she let me go.

I remember feeling anxious, about to meet with my ex boyfriend. The only person I truly thought wouldn't leave me. This is what happens when you become so dependent.

I remember rounding the corner onto his street, and seeing him leaned back against his mustang, playing with his fingers. I remember riding in that mustang for the first time, when he insisted to give me a ride to school. How we met.

A step closer. Another one. And another. Then I was three paces in front of him. I tried my best to look strong, and keep my distance. Show no emotion. You don't need him.

"You called?" I asked.

"Yeah.. I just want to talk about the art classes I said I'd put you in."

"Oh... you don't have to do that anymore. It's fine."

"No... I still want to. Problem is, now that I'm a college student, I'm going to be paying for my own living expenses...adult shit. Point being, I'll send you money in the mail for the classes for as long as I can. If things are getting tight and I don't think I can pay for the month, I'll let you know ahead of time."

I remember feeling puzzled as to why he'd still willingly spend money to send his ex to art classes. He shouldn't even care about me anymore.

Neither should you.

"Okay...thanks... I appreciate that. Although I won't let you for long. I plan on getting a job to fill up my free time for summer. So."

"That's good... okay..."

For a while we stood there in awkward silence. Purposely suppressing the words that actually needed to be said. I couldn't stand it.

"Well, I'm gonna get going then. Thank you." I said quickly, trying to turn heel and hit the road.

"Wait! Kells. Come here." He called out. I remember having slight chills raise. He still called me by my nickname. I hated it.

I turned to face him again. "Yes?"

"I just don't want you to think I hate you. I can never, ever hate you Kellin. Not after...everything." I remember him fidgeting, obviously feeling  awkward from the confession.

"I don't hate you either, Vic." I said simply.

He took a careful step. Then a few more. Then he was right in front of me. I remember breathing in his rush, trying to store it away in memory. This would more than likely be the last time I'll ever be this close to the boy I trusted with everything. The boy who had, and still has all of my heart.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. Then his arms were around me. His head rested on my shoulder. I couldn't help it. I hugged back.

"It's okay. You're doing the right thing." I found myself saying.

He stepped away. I remember wanting to so badly lock my fingers and not let him leave me. Not again. But I remembered that I was trying to be apathetic about the situation. To be strong. So I released him without protest.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He said. I remember, just slightly, smiling at this remark. I knew he wouldn't see me later. We'd never see each other again.

"Yeah, catch you later." I said, before turning around and heading off down the street. I never looked back...

-

All of that was four months ago. Since then, my senior year of high school has commenced, and I've been too busy with college applications and financial aid to think about Vic. The only reminders of him come monthly: his payment for my art class. My mom once tried making me send him his money back, claiming that a college student should not be sending just over $100 of their living money away every month. I agreed, but I told her that if Vic really didn't want to send it, he wouldn't. Parts of me feels as though he's doing it because it's like the last thread of our history. The final thing holding us together. I'll admit that the day he stops sending, the day I know the thread has been cut and there is no more of us.

That will be a sad day. But that day is not today. No, today is a happy day.

My mom and I have been attending family counseling like Vic once upon a time recommended. I'm glad to say that it has dramatically improved my mom and I's relationship. Even though it was already pretty solid.

But today is a special day. It is the day that Kailey is officially 17 and a half. This means that there is merely 6 months left that is separating her from us and freedom from our abusive father. For this, my mom and I celebrate. Recently, we've tried searching for her everywhere. We've searched her full name on Facebook, and some usernames we hypothesized she might use on other sites. So far we've found nothing, but that's not stopping us from trying. I will find my sister someday.

It is also two weeks until my own 18th birthday. My mom and Tay have been "secretly" meeting up to plan my party. I know this because Mike says they sometimes do it over coffee at a restaurant he works at. He's seen them a few times and been their eavesdropping waiter. I smile at this fact. I'm very glad that Vic and I's break up didn't mess with Mike and I's friendship. In the beginning it was awkward, but soon enough things got back to the basics. In fact, he's over right now. We're hanging out and playing the newest Battle Field.

"No fudging fair Fuentes!" I scream as he snipes me once again.

"All is fair in love and war Bostwick!" he shouts back. We're at this for awhile, until I hear my phone ringing on the dining room table. I wave at him to pause the game while I jog over and answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Kellin?" An unfamiliar voice asks. It sounds like...a girl.

"Tay?" I ask, even though I know this isn't her number.

"N-no Kel-kelli-nnn it's Kay-"

The call ends. My heart beings to race. Kay? Who the hell? I don't know anyone named Kay.

Unless....

.....Kailey?