" Don't Go." Kellic Fan-Fiction " Completed."

Chapter 4 "Bestios."

Once our kiss finished, I laugh awkwardly.

" I should..go." I mumble, I'm used to so much negativity, that 'love' and kindness is all too much.

" Oh ok.." Vic mumbles.

I kiss him on the cheek quickly. " I need to rest in the stupid bed."

He nods. " You can lay in mine if you want."

I nod and lay in his bed, I look up at him with ' innocent' eyes, as he bites his lip.

" You're adorable." He says softly, as some blush forms on my face.

" Thanks." I whisper.

He smiles chuckling to himself.

" What's so funny?" I raise an eyebrow.

" I keep debating with myself either if I should lay in bed and spoon you or not."

" You don't even have to ask." I stick my tongue out at him.

" Don't stick that tongue out at me unless you're going to use it." He winks and laughs.

I giggle. " Just be careful of my ribs."

He nods and crawls into the bed behind me, wrapping his arm around my stomach lightly, so, so carefully.

" Use protection." We heard Mike's sarcastic voice at the door.

" I don't think I want to be fucked with broken ribs." I reply sarcastically.

Mike chuckles and exits the room.

" Sorry about him." Vic laughs.

" It's nothing." I grin, kissing his jaw.

* few hours later.*

* bang! *

I wake up to a loud banging noise. " What the fuck..." I whisper.

Vic sits up quickly. " Stay here." He whispers and gets up.

" Where are you going?" I ask quietly.

He grabs his guitar and opens the door. Okay, at least grab a baseball bat, not a fucking guitar Vic.

I sigh to myself sitting up.

* crash!* *bunchofrandomnoises*

I try to stand up to see what the fuck is happening but my ribs refuse and force me to plop back down on the bed with a groan.

" Call an ambulance!" I hear Vic shout.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I repeat as I quickly stand up, ignoring the pain, and look desperately for any sort of phone. Finally under the mattress I find Vic's phone and I call.

*few mins later.*

The ambulance and police, rush in, me, still not knowing what the fuck happened. I manage to walk outside to the hall, where all the cops and everyone is.

" Vic can you tell me what's going on???" I ask.

" It's a long story." He sighs. " Maybe for another day."

I furrow my eyebrows. " Tell me!"

" You." He says holding onto my shoulders, turning me around, while walking to his room. " Should be resting." He pushes me gently into the bed.

I sigh shaking my head. " Whatever, don't tell me."

He sighs. " Are you mad?"

" No." I shrug.

He bites his lip hard, looking like he's about to cry. " Long story short, Mike got shot."

My eyes widen. " Wha..t?"

" I hit the guy who shot him with my guitar."

" Is Mike and the guitar okay?"

" Guitars broken, but I have an extra, and I don't know about Mike." He sighs.

I nod slowly, and lock my hands with Vic's, as we look into each - others eyes.

" I think he'll be okay." I say, but it's more like a guess.

Vic does a fading smile, and kisses me, as we make out, separating with a knock on the door.

" Come in." Vic says.

" Mike is rushed to your local hospital." A police officer says.

We both nod, our hands still interlocked, as everyone exits the house.

Vic separates our hands to check the hall to make sure that guy isn't still here, and he's gone, I'm guessing they arrested him.

" Aren't your parents home?" I ask.

He shakes his head. " They work late."

" Isn't there school tomorrow?" I ask.

" I think I'll skip..." He sighs.

" Let's go to the hospital." I say standing up.

" No, you stay here, and rest." He says simply.

I whine sitting back down on the bed. " Fine..." I pause. " Wait, why was Mike shot?!"

He face-palms himself. " Go rest." He says about to close the door.

" No!" I shout making him stop. " Tell me!"

" It's none of your fucking business." He snaps and slams the door, leaving me there.

* Google isn't working so some chapters won't have pics sadly."

A/N: Thanks for all the comments on the other three chapters, you guys are awesome.
Also, I'm sorry about turtle, but that goes to show that this is a depressing, sad book.