Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 9

(A/N) *Some people might find this triggering*

KELLINS POV
I twisted the keys and pushed open the door, feeling sick with anxiety.
I didn't know wether if I could bring myself to break up with him.
"Gerard?" I called, but no one answered.
I frowned and looked around before spotting a note on the side.
I walked over to it and opened it.

"Going out for a few drinks with a mate,
Don't wait up for me

Gerard x"

I sighed and put the note back down, walking over to the couch and resting my head back on the cushion before letting my eyelids droop.

I was tired. Not just sleep tired, but mentally drained.
I always was now..

My phone vibrated, making my eyes snap open.
I swiped open the message from Vic,

From Vic,
Are you okay?

I sighed and started typing back,
To Vic,
Fine, Gerard's gone out drinking.

Immediately, he messaged me back.

From Vic,
Is that bad? Are you gunna be okay?

I shook my head and sighed in exhaustion,

To Vic,
I don't know, he's never gone drinking before, but I should be.
I'm gunna head off to bed, I'm exhausted.
Cya tomorrow

I shut my phone off and climbed off the sofa, pouring myself a glass of water.
I was slightly anxious to see what Gerard would be like drunk, but I tried not to think about it to much.
The coolness of the water seeping down my throat, woke me up slightly, but not completely.
I jumped back on the couch, sprawling my body out, taking over the whole cushion.
I pulled a blanket over me to take a quick power nap.
I should only be asleep for half an hour at the most, I wanna be awake when Gerard gets home...
—-
I jolted upright as I heard a loud bang.
Through tired eyes I saw Gerard standing in front of the door.

Did he really have to slam it?
I rubbed my eyes and shuffled up slightly, that was definitely more than thirty minutes.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that he was smiling and not in any form angry.
"Hi Gerard." I smiled quietly.
"Hi sexy." He slurred, winking at me and drunkenly walking over.
I shuffled up a bit, letting him sit down on the cushion next to me.
He sat down a flopped his body on mine, pressing his lips sloppily on mine.
I scrunched my nose up as the smell of alcohol wafted in my face.
"I love you.. so much." Gerard giggled.
I awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of my head.
He took my hand and dragged my off the sofa.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"To have some fun!" He laughed loudly.
"Oh.. I- er, Gee I don't think that's a good idea." I frowned.
"Okay, we could do it on the couch then?" He smirked.
"N-no.." I stuttered, before he pushed my weak body onto the couch and climbed onto me, planting kisses all over my face.
"Gerard, this isn't right, you're too drunk." I whispered, trying to push him off me, but I was just too weak.
He smirked and let his hips grind hard against me, making me let out a small squeak.
"Gee, p-please don't." I stuttered.
"Why not?" He muttered, pulling at the band of my pants, trying to tug them down.
"Because I don't want to." I told him.
"Oh you will in a minute." He smirked, tugging down my pants and touching me through my boxers.
I squealed in horror and squirmed underneath him.
"I think you'll look better without these.." He grinned, tugging down my boxers, making me scream and act out in panic, sending my legs kicking up at his crotch.
He groaned in pain and sat up off me, giving me time to jump of the couch, hoisting my boxers and pants up, with tears streaming down my face.
"I-I'm sorry.. I.." I stuttered, nervously.
"What the fuck?" He screeched, clutching his crotch.
I stumbled back, "I didn't want to!" I sobbed.
"Why not?" He yelled.
I whimpered slightly and edged back into the corner.
"Hey!" He yelled, "Why not?"
I shrugged, wiping away new tears.
"Do you not love me?" He bellowed.
I looked at the floor.
He walked towards me, "Do you not love me." He spat, his teeth clenched.
"N-no..." I whispered.
He roughly lifted my face up right, his hands forcing my head to stay up.
"You like someone else?" He muttered.
"No.." I whispered.
"Don't Lie." He growled.
"I-I'm sorry." I sobbed.
Not long after, a fist collided with my face, making my head swing back against the wall.
"You slut!" He screamed, grabbing a bunch of my hair and chucking me on the floor.
He swung his legs into my ribs, making me groan out in agony.
I looked through tearful eyes, fear rushing through me.
He stamped on my wrist, making a loud cracking noise, followed by a deafening scream coming from my mouth.
"Shut up you fat whore!" He yelled, but all I could hear was a loud smash and a stinging sensation on my face.
I let out a cry of pain and shrivelled up into a ball.
I wiped my eyes and looked at him with one last look of pain.
The last thing I saw was the bottom of his foot stamping onto my face.
A warm, metallic tasting liquid rose up my throat before everything went black...