The Bazaar Of H.A.S (Koli)

Chapter 19

Kellin ties his shoes and stands up of off his bed looking down on himself. Grey t-shirt, black jeans and black converse. Normal Kellin style. Just the way he likes it. For him being able to dress the way he likes feels really good, maybe even freeing. Having so much control over his every day life. Well, to be honest anything would feel better than the super tiny skirts and even more tiny shirts that he used to be forced to wear.

He has been with Oli for a couple of months now and it has been the best months of those last years. Sure Oli had his moments of being...well an asshole but in general everything had been going on smoothly.

Kellin looks around his closet grabbing a jacket. It is 10 at night and sice they are going out he is probably going to need it.

The boy walks out of his room and in the bathroom. He looks at his reflection on the mirror running his hands in his hair. It's still wet from the shower he took earlier but only a little. Kellin sighs.

Leaning closer to the mirror he observes his face. Still pale. Realy pale. But it is different now. He can see the bags under his eyes being almost gone. There no busted lips, no bruises, no cuts on his face. Kellin lifts his shirt up. He meets with his normal normal skin tone. Kellin turns his back at the mirror lifting his shirt even more. The old scar from the belts buckle are fading. Sure there are quit visible white marks but there are fading for sure.

Kellin turns around again dropping his shirt. He grabs his right sleeve and lifts it up. Nothing. He does the same to the left one, all the way to his shoulder. Nothing again. Kellin pulls the neck of his shirt down. Nothing again. He unbuckles his pants and lets them drop. And....Nothing again.

The boy discovers how good this feels. He feels ok with his body. For the first time in ears he is not disgusted by all the bruised ribs and wounds and cuts. He smiles genuinely to himself.

Then he remembers. Pulling the fabric of his boxer he sees the big, angry, red mark that his most resent cut left him. This is not going to go away. Yes, the creme healed it but the scar is there. Just like Oli said. Kellin doesn't let himself to be bothers though. It's just a stupid scar amongst others. It's not like anyone is going to see it anyway.

The teen does his pants up again buckling his belt and looking at his reflexion one last time before exitting the bathroom.

Walking downstairs he almost bumps on Oli whose just walking out of the room whose doors has a green 'N' on it. Kellin only gets to see a light green wall when Oli shuts the door close looking down at the teen.

"Ready to go?"

Kellin nods and they both walk out of the house with Oli grabbing his black jacket on the way out of the door. Oli turns right and walks down the street.Kellin follows confused.

"We aren't going with the car."

"Nuh, we aren't going far. It's a nice night. We'll walk."

Kellin nods and walks next to the older male. Together they walk down the street towards the forest side of the town. Oli's house was in the end of the city so it isn't way too much walking for them. As they reach the end of the house Oli takes a hold of Kellins wrist and pulls him along into a little shop while pulling his hoodie over his head.

Walking into the small shop there's only one really old man sitting behind the counter. He looks up from his book nodding at them and turning back to his book with a weird last glare. Kellin looks at him confused but Oli pulls him along in the back of the shop.

"So, what do you want to get?"

Oli ask Kellin and he boy looks up at him questioningly.