Step Dad (Kellic)

chapter 2

//2478 words

The car door slamed shut, jolting me awake and I look up. It was maybe a half hour after I had fallen asleep, And we were already back home. I looked around the empty car, expecting to see Vic and my mom, but my mom was tearfully making her way inside and Vic was coming around the car toward my door.

He fligs it open, making me jump, then grabs me by the collar of my shirt and yanks me up, causing me to  stumble. Vic wordlessly pulls me in through the front door and shoves me up the stairs till we reach the entrance of my bedroom.

"How dare you do that to your mother in public, you little punk? I can't believe You! She was sobbing the whole way home!" Vic shouts angrily, his hands still gripping my shirt tightly. I was pinned against the wall across from my bedroom. I wanted to just spit in the asshole's face and scream, but instead I just yelled "fuck You! You dont know what I've been going through! I just lost my best friend, got forced to move here, lost my Dad, And tried to fucking kill myself, dumbass. Go to hell!" Vic's expression and hold on my shirt loosened, but he tried to keep looking mad.

My mother wearily shuffles up the steps and stops halfway, eyes filled with sadness and worry. "W-what? You mean Johnnie?" She asks softly. I bite me lip and look down, holding back tears. "Yeah. His mom found out about what happened between us and she's shipping him off to Oregon to live with his aunt. His parents obviously didn't deal with him being gay like you did with me." I say, still looking at the floor and letting a few tears fall.

Vic still had his hands on me, but he was far more lose and relaxed. He tried, but failed miserably at trying to keep looking angry. I looked him directly in the eye and furrowed my eyebrows, then with a cold tone said "and if my mom hasnt told you already, I'm gay. Just FYI." I harshly shoved Vic's arms away and walked the two steps it took to reach my bedroom, then I quickly slammed the door shut without looking back. I had had enough of this.

I swiftly turned around and locked the door, then collapsed on the ground in a pile of tears. Why did all of this have to happen to me? Why me, and why all now? This was my worst nightmare come to life, and there was no way to escape. All I want is Johnnie, and to be at home, and to have dad again. I want to die again.

*small time skip*

I woke up the next morning sprawled out on my bedroom floor near the locked door, dried tears reminding me of what happened last night, and causing fresh ones to nearly fall. I sat up, running a shaky hand through my tangled mop of hair. I still felt miserable, one from crashing on the floor and two, from still being in my clothes and shoes. I drew in a heavy breath, then stood to my feet and walked over to my dresser. I reached in and yanked out a random T-shirt and sweatpants, then took them to the bathroom and layed them on the counter. I didn't even bother looking in the mirror as I undressed for a shower, I just knew seeing my reflection would only upset me more, and that was the last thing I needed.

I locked the door of the bathroom, then took a step into the steamy shower. I let the water run down my neck and back without care, then I tilted my head back, letting my hair get wet. I sighed and turned around, facing my head toward the water and placing my hands over my face.

After a few minutes of standing in the shower with no purpose, I picked up the shampoo and squirted a large amount into my hand. As I lathered the soap into my hair, I saw my shaving razor, and a dark thought popped into my head. "Only a few." I swore to myself silently. I quickly washed out the shampoo and grabbed my razor, now facing the water. Without thought, I drug the razor across my skin and pushed, getting a more prominent affect. Blood instantly rushed out of the mark and dripped onto my feet. I did this several more times, feeling better after each cut, however I decided to stop. Blood continued running from each wound, and didn't stop for another 5 minutes.