UnLoved

Chapter 10. Harmlessly Harming Myself and Others

Kellins P.O.V

"Good sleep?" Vic asked as he entered the kitchen. I had been down here since 6:30 AM drinking tea. I shrugged, not wanting to tell him I stayed up all night crying while listening to him sob in the room downstairs and basically strapping myself to the bed to keep myself from going down there. I was still wondering why he was crying but I decided I'd try to forget. I mean, if he wanted me to comfort him he'd come to me, right? Or maybe he just thought I'd ten him away or som-

"Kellin." Vic whispered "How's your throat?" He asked mustering a small smile. He looked perfect but awful at the same time, puffed, red eyes. His face was blotchy and red. He wasn't as pale as me that's for sure but he had definitely gotten paler. And that smiled was so obviously faked, it broke my heart to not be able to wrap my arms around him and hold him together, but it had driven him away the first time. But he looked so broken and frail.

"Kells?" He said quietly, even in his voice you could hear how sad and broken he sounded. And his voice was so quiet.

I spoke louder than him and maybe he had a headache from crying so much or he just wasn't expecting me to be loud but he winced and sort of scooted away like a startled kitten. "Yeah, a little sore and scratchy though." I wanted to add, crying all night didn't help much either though, but I don't think he needed to hear that. I could just say I had a bad dream and was up all night terrified and crying. But he knows me well enough to know I wouldn't have cried over it, I probably would've done something stupid like watch scary movies. Unless it was that certain nightmare...but he doesn't know about those.

"You look tired." I stated

He just nodded and yawned, "Hungry too." He smiled, and it looked genuine this time.

"Pancakes?" I asked, my voice kinda hoarse.

He scrunched up his nose in the cutest way and shook his head "Waffles."

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Vic, they're the same thing, just cooked a little differently.

"Yeah, but it makes all the difference. They're yummy and crunchy, plus the little holes keep your syrup inside and make it so it doesn't get soggy."

I just laughed and rolled my eyes once more before getting pancake mix and making waffles for the precious little Viccy-Poo that was watching me like a little kid. Head resting in his hands watching me as if he'd never seen someone cook before.

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When we were done watching Looney Toons and eating our waffles, Vic stood up and took our plates despite my protests.

"Vic." I said as I stood behind him as he turned on the tap "Give me the plates, it doesn't bother me at all, in fact I like washing dishes."

"Huh?" He said jokingly putting his hand to his ear "Can't hear you, waters too loud."

"Viiic." I whined "Just give me the dishes, I feel bad when guests wash stuff."

"Nope." He laughed "You washed last time, and I'm almost done I just gotta scrub the last of the syrup off." He glanced around for the sponge and I sighed but mumbled "The right corner of the sink."

"And I'm not just any guest Kellin." He turned around smirking.

I scoffed "And what makes you so special huh?" I crossed my arms and thought everything.

He took a step towards me and this time I stayed put, allowing him to rest his hands on my hips and sigh. I shivered as his soft fingered brushed my cool bare skin whilst he played with the hem of my shirt slightly.

"Oh, I think you know. Now don't you Kelly." He whispered and moved us back so that my lower back was pressing against the breakfast bar. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and a chill went up my spine as he moved his head so he was whispering into my ear, "But I could show you."