heroine ;;kellic

2; do you feel exposed

"Please... Please don't," I stammer, choking on tears I'm trying my best to hold back. "Please, I love you! I wouldn't cheat on you and I wouldn't leave you!"

"Kellin, you are the scum of the Earth, and I hope you know that I know what you did. You are a liar," he says, shaking his head.

"Please don't hurt me," I choke out, looking at him with tears welling in my eyes. "Please."

I ended up hauling my ass to work today. My boss was pretty surprised but I don't really blame him. My attendance has been lackluster at best and it's kind of weird that I haven't been fired or reprimanded for it. I guess I shouldn't complain about it. I'd like to think that my boss doesn't know anything about me but he went to the same high school as me. There's no doubt in my mind that he knows what happened. But I don't want to think about that. Not at work, at least.

"Kellin?" Justin calls out.

"Mm?" I hum, looking up from the magazine I was browsing. The gas station was having a slow day, which wasn't surprising. Nobody crossed this part of town, not unless they had to.

"You're zoning out again," he says, waving me over. "I gotta restock the chip isle but since you're not doing anything I'm making you help me."

"You got it dude," I laugh lightly, catching the bags of chips he tossed. I started piling chips on the side of the isle while he began the other side. Justin's really my only friend. He's been my best friend since freshman year of high school so it's been ten years. I'm honestly surprised he's still here.

"Hills! Quinn!" Mr. Fowler, our boss, yells out. He was insistent that we call him Mr. Fowler rather than his actual name, Jack. Aside from being a total smartass and slightly arrogant, he was nice.

"Coming!" Justin and I shout back at the same time, placing the last few chips on the shelves. We head over to Jack, both of us having a confused look on our face. Normally he only called us over if something was terribly wrong, or, miraculously, one of us was being promoted.

"Alright, boys, I'm takin' a vacation next week, so I hired two guys to help around here while I'm gone. You gotta train them today through Friday, and test them on the waters Saturday. I'm leaving Sunday so you better hope they can work," Jack says, motioning people - the two guys I assume - to enter the building from the Employee's Only door.

"Wait, you actually hired someone?" Justin asks, looking at the door.

"Yes I did, thank you very much. They're doing exactly what you are so it should be no problem to train them," Jack responds. "This is Gabe," he points to a man with shaggy dirty-blonde hair wearing a plain grey tank top with "That's What" -She written across it, "and this is Jesse," he then points to the other man with long, curly ginger hair. He was covered in freckles and was wearing a tank top with red, navy blue, and white stripes.

"Hey," I say to the two. Justin waves awkwardly at them.

"I expect you to start training them now. Go, go, go!" Jack shoos us off and walks into his office. He says he's doing paperwork but I'm pretty sure he's watching sports games half the day and FaceTiming his girlfriend the other half.

"Come here," he growls, stepping closer towards me. I shake my head, backing away.

"No," I breath, my body shaking.

"I said, come here," he repeats, his voice deepening. I take a step back for every step he takes forward. "That means to fucking come here."

"I don't want to," I say quietly. "You're scaring me, please stop."

"No, I want you," he barks. "Get the fuck over here or I will make you."

"Please stop," I beg, backing myself into the corner of the room. It was a stupid decision but there was nowhere else to go. "Please don't do this. Please."

"You know I have to."

"Alright, well, um," I stammer, unsure of where to start. One of my daily 'take some drugs or you're going to continue facing the recovery pains' headaches just began, rendering me slightly useless. The flashbacks really aren't helping either.

"I guess we should start off with basic duties!" Justin chimes, clapping his hands. "Okay, well, you mainly just have to restock the shelves... Uh, Kellin and I already did that today so you guys don't have to worry about that."

"Is there a step stool or something? Kellin doesn't look tall enough to reach the top shelves," Gabe asks, laughing lightly. I roll my eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

"Very funny. Justin usually picks me up or vice versa," I answer. "You don't look like you could reach them either. Jesse looks like the only one tall enough."

"Kellin, just pick it up would you!" he shouts at me. I wince at the loudness and almost drop the jar. I had to climb to the top of the counter to reach it. He was short as well, maybe a bit shorter than me.

"I'm trying!" I reply, jumping off the counter and handing him the jar. He stares blankly at me.

"Useless," he spits, grabbing the jar from my hands and throwing it at me. The jar barely misses my head, breaking on the wall behind me. "That was the wrong jar."

"Uh.. Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he uh, he spaces out sometimes. Kells?" Justin says, putting his hand on my shoulder, startling me.

"Sorry," I say to the three of them. "I'm a bit tired."

"Don't you get an employee discount?" Gabe asks.

"No, why?"

"I was gonna suggest that you get a coffee," he responds.

"Oh," I say. "Yeah, Jack is pretty frugal."

"We had a pizza party once," Justin groans. "Once! And it wasn't even good. It was one box from Little Caesars."

"Little Caesars isn't bad!" Jesse argues.

"Dude, it's terrible."