Wrong Number

11

*Kellin's POV*

I walked slowly through the doors of the café and immediately saw Vic he was alone thank god i wasnt in the mood to get beat up.

I felt around in my hoodie and found the small sharp pocket knife. I wasn't gonna let him to hurt me anymore. Nor anyone else for that matter..

He looked up and saw me walking to him. He didn't look happy or angry or anything for that matter. He looked at me with a bored expression on his face.

"You're late"

"Actually its after school. You never gave me a time maybe i wanted to show up at 4:32. I sorry i didnt rush to come see you. Honestly i dont know why im here.", i said approaching the table.

"Whatever..", he said boredly

"And another thing you walk the school like you own it but in reality the only reason anyone is even nice to you is cuz they're scared of you. But me im not anymore. Im done being scared of you. Ive been scared of you since the third grade when you kissed me then beat my ass. Im not scared anymore. You're not special Vic you're just an asshole.", with that walked out holding the knife in my hand.

"Kellin!", i heard him coming "please Kells. Look i know im an ass and i know i hurt you but i really wanna make it up to you."

I didnt know if he was telling the truth or playing a game.

"No just go away", i ran to my car, got in and drove off without a second look.

I was about halfway home when my phone went off. I looked at the screen. His name. Vic. Why? Why wont he go away? Leave me alone.

I let it ring and he kept calling. I finally got home and reluctantly answered

"What?"

"Im sorry. I really am please give me a chance"

"I did when i agreed to meet you in the parking lot. When you said you'd beat my ass later"

"Im so sorry!!"

"Sorry doesnt cut it"

"Plea-"

"Good bye Vic"

I hung up and noticed my dad was home which meant i needed go in the back. I ran around back, petting my puppy, picking her up. As i got closer to the door i heard loud moans, probably from the living room. I walked and immediately regretted it.

My dad had some random dirty looking women on our counter. I looked away and quickly ran upstairs.

I threw up the contents of my stomach. I wash out of my bathroom and could hear my father's loud footsteps.

He said nothing he just punched me in my stomach, bring me to my knees. He kicked me over and over again. I started to feel a numbness in my body. I guess he got bored and walked out, slamming my door.

After a while i was able to pick myself up and crawl into my bed. My body didnt hurt, nothing did. Like i said noe was ever gonna hurt me again.

I lay against my pillow and i fall asleep.

-

When i woke up my dad's car was gone. He leave every weekend. I was free til Monday night.

I went back to my room and found Vic standing there.

"Vic what the hell", I was so angry. "I deliberately said I never wanted to see you again"

"I was horrible to you for years and i know that. I dont deserve you forgivness nor your friendship, but Im askinv for it. So please allow me to be your friend..", he looked at me with those big beautiful brown eyes, they were sympathic.

"Fine, my um dad is gone for the weekend so i guess you can stay and hang out if you want"

I sat on my bed and he sighed in relief, sitting next to me.

"Thank you Kellin"

"For what?"

"Giving me a chance"

"No problem"

The rest of the day went by like this. Us just watching tv, sometimes talking during the commercials. It wasnt bad and niether was vic really. He let it slip that he was a huge mama's boy. That almost made me choke on my drink. The big bad Victor Fuentes was a mama's boy.

He left around 8 something about he needed to get home to help his mom. I wasn't really paying attention. I watched him drive off and i went to the kitchen. I made some chicken Ramen noodles. I checked my phone and saw Vic texted.

Viccy-poo: i had fun today. We should hang again. Tomorrow. I know this cool place. Go with me😊

Kelly-bear: okie pick me up at 10❤️

Viccy-poo: definitely.