Stolen Roses from a Cemetery ~ kellic boyxboy

Chapter One

A/N: Hey, I haven't written in a while but I have big plans for this story and goals (yes one of those goals is to actually finish it in a timely manner) so please enjoy this story with weekly updates and probably a few typos :) Cover made by my friend Gracie whose username I totally forgot.

Vic's POV

I slammed into him with all of my weight, desperately trying to push this lunatic to the floor and regain the upper hand. But trust me when I say it was like slamming into a brick wall at full force. I barely pushed him backward, he seemed to not even stumble. I was shell-shocked and winded, breath seemed to no longer want to fill my lungs and suddenly I could see myself being lifted off the ground. His large calloused hands were wrapped around my throat. So, I swung with all my might, praying for a lethal blow to the head. My efforts to escape were to no avail and I could feel myself slowly seeping into unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I was chained to rusty metal bars and contained in a small cell-like cage that barely fit my body laying down. Everything was dark, unnervingly dark. Ominously dark. It was then when I began to cry for the first time since being in here. It was then when I finally realized, I would never be going home again and honestly, I may never even speak to another human being again.

Kellin's POV

"Yo, Quinn, roll me another blunt?" asked Jack with a cloudy look in his already bloodshot eyes.

"Haven't you had enough hits, Jacky?" replied my best friend in the whole world. Her bright orange hair was still visible in the dark cemetery tonight and it looked ravishing on her.

"Hayls! Please let me have some more?!" giggled Jack as he fell onto his back to gaze up at the starry night sky. Tonight was honestly kind of perfect. I don't smoke often but I desperately needed to relax after these eventful past few days. I felt like the whole world was against me. Well, the whole world except Jack and Hayley.

"Roll your own blunt, Barakat," I said jokingly and tossed him the bag of weed. He caught it without even looking, what a show-off. I've had more than enough hits tonight and finally felt peaceful. The cemetery, however creepy at night, gave off this comforting feel now. Maybe that's just the pot talking. "Hey guys, I need to use the bathroom."

"There's a tree right over there, Kells," Hayley said, pointing to her right.

"Gross, I don't want you guys hearing me piss! I'm going to the cemetery lobby, it's always unlocked and they have clean bathrooms." I said. Jack and Hayley both nodded and I started off down the path to the lobby. It was just down the hill so nothing bad could possibly happen to me.

Late at night in a cemetery, high off my ass, and walking down a path, alone. I'd be fine. Totally fucking fine.

Shut up Kellin you're just gonna freak yourself out!

Then again, it did feel like someone was watching me. I stopped in my tracks and looked at my surroundings. There were a few trees, plenty of headstones, and a big full moon. I was fine. I continued down the gravelly path and was almost at the lobby. I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened up the doors and walked down the dimly lit hallway towards the rarely used bathrooms.

The room full of stalls and urinals was fairly clean and much brighter than the hallway. I felt much safer in here. Is the weed making me paranoid? Probably. I hear that happens to some people. When I finished my business and went to wash my hands, I noticed the sound of a flushing toilet. Odd, nobody ever uses these bathrooms, even in the daytime. Who else could possibly be here? I decided I didn't care and quickly washed my hands before practically running out of the facility. I just wanted to be back with Jack and Hayley as soon as possible.