Beautiful Scars on Critical Veins (kellic)

Chaptet Sixteen

'Can we pretend, to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide'

"Where the HELL is my son? How the fuck did he escape from your hospital! I thought you said it had high security!" I watched through the bushes as my mum yelled at Hayley who was frantically trying to calm her down.

"We have the highest security we can affor-"
"High-fucking-security my ass! He escaped, you fuckwad!!" My mother obviously wasn't at all happy about my escaping. I was actually quite proud even though it had been easy.

"Look, ma'am, he can't've gone fa-"
"Shut the fuck up! I want to talk to someone who knows what the fuck happened." My mum seethed.

The guy I wanted to see the least in the world walked over to her and smiled charmingly, "Hello, I'm Vic." She looked him up and down, "You yelled at me and my daughter to leave." He chuckled, "I didn't yell, I told you. And yes, that was me. I also happen to be Kellin's therapist."
"Happened, he's gone now." My mother corrected him.

I rolled my eyes, she was just being dramatic.

"We'll find him soon, I'm sure." Vic said pleasantly. "How are you sure when you don't have a solitary fuck about where he might be? Or are you just saying that to calm me? Maybe this was all staged so you'd get paid overtime!" My mother said hysterically, pulling at her long, black hair like she always did when stressed.

"I have a few ideas, probably his brothers', Devereaux, work. Are you in touch with his father? He might be trying to stay with him too."
"The day Kellin goes to his father is the day I lose a son." Spat my mum, anger replacing her hysteria.

Well then, guess maybe I should try and find my dad. I shifted and pain shot up my legs and my arse. Now that my breathing had slowed and the adrenaline wasn't flowing through my body, I could feel the burning and bruises that my former captive had left on me.

Vic started speaking again so stopped thinking about the pain that was now making it hurt to even stand still, and focus on his sexy voice... no, I mean his normal voice... right.

"Alright, well, I think-"

What he thought, I guess I'll never know because at that moment someone popped out behind me.

"Ke-" I spun around and jabbed the person in the stomach. His mouth opened but I couldn't let him ruin my hiding spot so clamped a hand over his mouth. "Jack?" I hissed, "What the hell are you doing?" I let go of him and he raised an eyebrow, "I could ask you the same." He whispered, rubbing his stomach.
"This is my house."
He glanced around the yard of my neighbors. "This is near my house." I corrected.

"Why are we whispering?" Jack asked.
"Because I don't want them to hear us." I replied. I glanced a look over his shoulder towards the road, I quietly yelped and pulled him over so the person in the car couldn't see us.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, stumbling as I pulled him along. I ignored the pain as I moved, "That dude in that van-"
"The white kidnapping van?" He interrupted. I nodded, "Yeah, well, I was actually kidnapped by that bastard!" I whisper yelled.

Jack's jaw dropped, "Shit, no way." I nodded. "Hoy fuck, what happened?" I looked at my old roommate, "He... he raped me, Jack... rape." I whispered, looking down at my feet, fighting back tears as memories flooded my mind. There was a soft gasp and strong arms wrapped around me. "Kels... I'm so sorry." I wrapped my arms around his middle and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Jack?" Called the familiar, slightly frantic and worried, voice of a particular therapist; Alex. My head shot up and I backed away from Jack and into the shadows of a bush.