The Views of Both Sides (Kellic)

Chapter 5| He's From Another World

Would've updated sooner but FadedFuentes isn't answering my texts

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Kellin's POV

I had managed pull myself up from the muddy ground, but I still wasn't sure what I was going to do. My house was way too far away to walk to right now. I was in so much pain. My muscles ached and my face was bleeding. There were probably a million other things on my body that hurt, but I was just too focused on all of the other pains.

Who knew that faggot was so strong...

I tried to think of people who lived close to here, but there were only a few houses up ahead, and beyond that was just farmland. I ran through all of the names in my head, trying to think of the people who lived nearby when it hit me. Mrs. Gleason, the old woman who lived by herself. My mom and her were so close and I was sure she'd be willing to help me. She was such a kind old widow, and as I recalled not too far away.

I began limping in the direction Vic had walked in, knowing that eventually I'd get to her house. I felt so terrible, and with every step sharp pain flooded through my body. I knew I was going to be covered in bruises by next morning and I was not the least bit excited for that. What would I tell my dad? I couldn't tell him I got beaten up by a faggot spic. Maybe I could tell him I got into a brawl with some guys at school, and of course tell him I won. I guessed that could work, but what would I tell my friends. I tried not to think about that and continued to limp in the direction of Mrs. Gleason's house.

After what felt like forever I finally saw her house in the distance. I hurried myself along until I approached the front of her small two story house. I peaked inside the window to see if she was home when I saw something that shocked me.

Vic.

Why the fuck is he at Mrs. Gleason's house? Is he breaking and entering? Is he planning on stealing from her? Of course he is. He's  a Mexican. Mexicans are dirty criminal assholes...

I squinted my eyes trying to think of what to do about the criminal situation that was unfolding in front of me when I noticed Mrs. Gleason walk over to him with a stern look on her face. It almost seemed like she was lecturing him. She handed him a towel and pointed at a door in the corner of the room, saying something causing him to sigh. He pulled off his back pack and set it on the floor next to the couch before going through the door, which was probably connected to a bathroom or something.

What the fuck?

I remembered my current predicament and went back over to the front door. Was it still safe to knock if Vic was in there? I decided to knock anyway. I didn't have many options after all. I knocked a few times on the door and waited until Mrs. Gleason opened it up. After a few moments she opened the door and gasped in horror.

"Kellin! Oh my stars what happens to ya? Are ya ok?" She asked, quickly pulling me into the house.

"Hi Mrs. Gleason. I-uh- I got jumped in the woods. You was the closest person I could come to... I ain't mean to bother y-"

"Nonsense! Oh my goodness Kellin, look at ya face!" She exclaimed putting her hands on my face to examine the damage. It was then I noticed a shower running. Was Vic taking a shower?