A Whole New World (Kellic) - boyxboy

XIX

When I get home, I thank Mama and Papa before jogging upstairs to Vic and I's room.

I hear Mama tell me to slow down while my shoulders healing but I want to see Vic as soon as possible. I've been worrying about him nonstop since this morning. He's just not himself today.

When I enter the room, I unsurprisingly find him in bed, under the covers. I sigh and slide in next to him.

"Oh, hey Kells." he sniffs and I frown.

"Why are you crying?" I ask sadly.

He turns over and holds me tightly.

"Nothing for you to worry about." he murmurs, his voice gruff.

I shake my head and place my hand on the side of his face.

"I've been worrying about you all day." I whisper.

He looks at me confused.

"Why?" he questions.

"You just seem off today." I state.

He frowns and kisses my forehead.

"You shouldn't worry about me." he sighs.

"I can't help it. I just want you to be okay." I murmur.

He smiles, a little smile, but a smile nether the less.

"You're making me feel better already." He whispers. "Don't you worry about me, all I need is you."

I sigh dreamily and kiss him quickly.

"Did you cut?" I ask and he looks downright guilty.

"Kell, I'm sorry." he chokes out.

I frown and shake my head.

"Don't be sorry. It's okay." I murmur. "Can you please go to therapy?"

He gives me a confused look.

"Please. I want you to feel better and Patrick said that he doesn't have to tell anyone that you cut." I explain then my stomach sinks. "U-unless you cut because you want to die."

Tears flood my eyes and Vic looks at me alarmed.

"Baby, Angel, that is not why I cut. Never would I ever think of leaving you. I promised to stay with you forever so you have nothing to worry about." he says alarmed.

I nod and wipe my tears.

"I'll think about seeing a therapist. But I just don't want alarm my parents. If I see a therapist, they're going to be asking why." he explains and I nod.

I rest my head against Vic's chest feeling a little down. I just want him to stop hurting.

"How was your appointment anyway?" Vic asks, running his fingers along my back then up again.

I shrug, not really wanting to talk about it. Vic nods, seeming to understand.

"You know, if you feel uncomfortable talking to him about things, you're more than welcome to talk to me. I'll listen to anything you have to say." Vic offers and my stomach tingles.

"Really? You'd be okay with that?" I ask hopefully.

Vic smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Of course. You can come to me with anything. It's what I'm here for." he says.

I sigh dreamily and press my lips to his.

"I missed you." I sigh.

He's about to tell me he missed me too but he pauses as we both hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I sigh and slide out of his bed and on to mine just before there's a knock on the door.