Dead Walker Texas Ranger|Kellic

'I get so afraid..'

Chapter 11

KELLIN'S POV

A bright light shone in front of my closed eyes, making me groan.

'Wakey wakey!' I heard a voice coo in my ear. My eyes instantly opened. I forgot I'd spent the night with Vic. I mean, nothing happened, but I wouldn't expect anything to anyway.

I smiled softly and clambered out of bed, wrapping my arms around him. 'Morning.' I whispered in his ear.

'Come on Princess, breakfasts ready.' He smiled. I playful pushed him for giving me that nickname again before pressing my lips to his. He kissed back, smiling.

We were pulled out of our trance when Tony walked into our room. I pulled away and looked a Tony, slightly annoyed that he stopped us.

'Breakfasts going cold.' He smiled, 'But it looks like things are getting hot in here.' He added with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. He laughed again and began to walk out the room.

'Oh Tony?' I called. He turned back around. 'Mhm?' He hummed.

I smiled and chucked his stuffed turtle at him.

'Oh My God You found him! Where was he?!' He squealed.

I laughed. 'It was outside our door last night.'

Tony clutched the turtle tight to his chest and walked down the stairs. I smiled at Vic as we made our way down the stairs.

My eyes opened wide when I saw the table. Waffles, Pancakes, berries, yoghurts, and everything you could possibly imagine was laid out on the table.

'Jeez, these old women sure knew how to eat.' I whispered.

'Ewww, don't! That will put me off knowing old people have been eating through these things with their wrinkly lips.' Jaime groaned. I chuckled. 'Jaime, Ye know they haven't eaten the food thats on the table...thats why its here and not in their stomachs.' I laughed.

Jaime nodded. 'Yeah but the image is still in my head.' He whined.

We waffled breakfast down (Get the pun?😂) and when our stomachs couldn't fit much more, Vic and I made our way up the stairs.

We sat on the bed, silent for a second, before Vic looked at me, with a sad look in his eyes. 'What?' I asked. He sighed. 'I wanna ask you something, but promise you won't get mad.' he asked. I frowned slightly. 'Okay?' I replied, questioning my answer.

Vic sighed, 'Yesterday, I couldn't help but notice...the scars on your wrists. They're not new are they?' He asked. Dread built up in the pit of my stomach.

'You had no right looking at my wrists!' He said. I shook my head. 'Kells, I can't really help it, they were right in front of me!' He said. I knew it was true, but I still was angry and I don't know why...

VIC'S POV

I regretted asking the questions as soon as the words left my lips, but I had to know. 'Kells, please, answer my question.' I begged, desperate to get an answer. He shook his head. 'They're old.' He muttered. 'Okay.' I whispered, slightly relieved but sad that he'd do this to himself. 'Why?' I whispered, even though I know full well when people ask me this question about my scars I either get pissed off or don't have an answer, because I don't have an answer.. I guess I just feel like I needed to.

'You don't understand.' He muttered. Okay maybe that was a dumb question and made it seem like I didn't understand, but I do. 'Kellin, you don't know me enough to say that.' I said. He shook his head.