i can't really see but i can feel the blood on the side of my face. Vic leans me back into his arms. he starts to say something, but i cant hear him. i don't hear the shower or music stop, but i'm sure he shut it off.
i feel him pick me up bridal style. i think he's saying something, but i can't tell because the only thing i can hear is my own heartbeat. i'm surprised i'm even conscious at this point, to be completely honest. i then feel the softness of our bed, and the first thing that comes to mind is sleep. but i know that i can't fall asleep right now. Vic lifts up my legs and waist to put me in shorts.
Vic puts me in his arms once he's on the bed. he's shaking me, and asking if i can hear him. i can, but i can't respond back, no matter how hard i try. my hearing isn't as bad now, but its still pretty muffled. i hear the door, but i'm still in Vic's arms. i'm guessing its just the band.
it is the band because then i hear jack. "shit! Vic! what the fuck did you do?!" i hear Vic crying now. he's bawling his eyes out, and i can't fucking help him. a conversation ends up happening between Vic and jack. it doesn't last long though.
"well?! Vic?! what the fuck did you do?! huh?! ANSWER ME!"
"woah jack calm down ok? whatever Vic did, he didn't mean to." jack somehow manages gets angrier.
"NO JUSTIN. IF IT WEREN'T FOR THIS STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. KELLIN WOULD'VE STILL BE LIVING WITH HIS DAUGHTER JUST LIKE HE'S MENT TO. HE'S A FUCKING WASTE OF KELLIN'S TIME, AND HE'S GOING TO HURT HIM!"
woah even i felt that one. that was harsh. i got angry just at how hard he was on Vic. suddenly, i no longer feel myself in Vic's arms. what the fuck just happened? i needed to move. now. it took a second, but i propped myself up on my arms, then i open my eyes. justin's hand is on my back. "hey you ok?" i ignore his question and immediately start talking to jack.
"you complete and utter asshole. do you know how long it took for him to even just talk to me after i left katelynn? 7 weeks. 7 fucking weeks jack." he starts to say something but i cut if off after the second word. "he finally started talking to me because when i went to his house to talk to him-" i started yelling. i just got more angry, the more i talked. "i had to stop him from cutting so deep that it'll kill him! he had so many fucking cuts on his stomach, that he had to sleep face up on the couch for 3 fucking days! you wanted to know why i disappeared about a year back right?!" i started screaming. "BECAUSE I HAD TO MAKE SURE HE WOULDN'T FUCKING KILL HIMSELF!"
jack was speechless. i took a second to myself so i can talk again. "Justin, start calling people. check if anyone has seen or heard from Vic. Gabe, i don't think i can drive, we'll check the streets. i might have an idea of where he's going. jack-" i pause. i look him dead in the eyes. "get out of my fucking house."
jack gets up and leaves. Justin instantly starts calling people as he walks to his car. Gabe helps me up and grabs the keys to my car. i'm pretty sure i have a concussion, but i don't give a damn. Vic is more important.
an hour goes by, and Gabe and i still haven't found Vic. i call up justin. he picks up. "hey justin have you found him?" there was silence over the phone. "shit you don't have anything do you? FUCK!" i hit the dashboard. Gabe jumps a little, but he's not scared.
justin starts talking back. "i'm sorry kellin. but mike, jamie, and tony are looking for him to. we're all doing the best we can." i start crying. i hear justin again. "hey don't worry man. we'll find him ok?" "yea but what if-" mike cuts me off. he's must be in the car with justin. "no stop there. don't finish that sentence. we'll find him, and we sure as hell will find him alive. you got that?" i respond weakly. "yea." we hang up the phone.
