All My Heart (Kellin Quinn Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve - Broken

Chapter Twelve

~Scarlett’s POV

**THREE WEEKS LATER**

Okay, so maybe I lied about how this tour was going to be fun.

I sat on BMTH’s bus, thinking about what has happened over the past few weeks and felt even worse than before.

“Ugh.” I complained out loud.

So, I think you may need to catch up with what’s been going on.

For starters, Vic broke his leg by…I don’t even know how but it happened.

Kellin keeps going out drinking – or was.

And Kellin and I…we’re taking a break.

A long break.

I don’t exactly know what we were fighting about, but it turned into a huge argument, I stormed off the bus in tears and I haven’t talked to him in two weeks.

I’ve been on BMTH’s bus because I couldn’t ever stand to be on the same bus as Kellin. I still love Kellin…but I don’t think it goes both ways. I looked sadly down at my hands and the promise ring on my finger brought back some not-so-happy flashbacks.

flashback ~

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS THEN?!” I said, voice raised and holding up the pretty promise ring Kellin only got me on Christmas.

For those of you that don’t know what a promise ring signifies, it means you’re PROMISING to marry your girlfriend…kind of like a pre-engagement.

Kellin laughed rudely, “Hah, you can throw that piece of shit out, because we’re done.” He said.

I paused and put my hand down, tears forming, “Wh-what?” I asked him, confused.

“You heard me. We're over. Get your stuff because you’re definitely NOT sleeping on the same bus as me. I mean, why would you want to? I’m a jerk anyways…” he said, becoming somber.

“Fine…whatever.” I said, trying to hide the pain and not cry. I ran onto the bus and got my things in a small duffel bag.

Kellin watched me, arms crossed, trying to act tough, but when I pushed him out of my way and stormed off the bus, I could see the pain in his eyes. I ran onto the BMTH bus and threw my bag onto one of the beds that wasn’t occupied. It was about 3:30 in the morning. I woke up Oliver while the rest slept soundly.

“Scarlett?” Oliver asked groggily, turning on a small lamp, “What are you doing?”

I sniffled, “Am I able to say on this bus…for the rest of the tour?” I said, wiping my tears.

He got out of the bed, “What’s the matter..?” he asked me, worried.

“Kellin and I…” I trailed off, not able to finish my sentence, but he understood.

“I’m so sorry…” he said, pulling me in for a hug, “Yes, you can stay on the bus for as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” I whispered into his shoulder. He let go and – friend way – gave me a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

I tip-toed to the empty bed and tried falling asleep, but I couldn’t. I just stared at the ceiling – feeling too depressed to even cry or complain or do anything really.

end of flashback ~

And that’s why I’m here now, feeling sorry for myself and never going out. Not even to see Austin’s or Oli’s or Vic’s performances.