Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 12

(A/N) some parts of this may be triggering so I'll put a lil "**" Before And after. (But after the first ** the rest of the chapter could be triggering for a few people ig)
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KELLINS POV
It's been two days since I found out about the trial  and honestly, I couldn't be more anxious.
I constantly feel sick, and wether thats because of anxiety or the amount of food Vic's feeding me, I'm not too sure.
I've managed to get some of the food out of my system but with Vic's stupid toilet routine, it's quite hard and even more unpleasant than usual.

I scratched at my thighs in anxiety and irritation. Ever since I'd first cut again a few weeks ago, they've been non stop itching.
I gazed down and my clothed thigh and sighed.
I put my hand to my forehead and groaned slightly. My leg physically ached, and the need to feel the cool metal against my leg started to come back.

"Are you Okay?" Vic asked, walking over to me.
I nodded, "Yeah, I need the toilet, I'll be back."
He nodded, but the concern on his face didn't go away.
"I'm fine!" I reassured him, with a small roll of my eyes.
He gave me a small smile, "Yeah.. yeah I know."

I returned the smile and hurried into the bathroom to start searching for a blade of some sort.
I came across a box of razors, and, staring at them like a child with a box of candy, I opened it and carefully slipped the blade out of one of them.

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I stared at the cool metal in my hand, my leg aching more and more, begging me to get on with it.
Shakily, I pulled down my jeans and sighed one last time before pressing the cold piece of metal to my leg, digging in hard, suddenly feeling a sense of  relief.
I stared in shock as blood spilt out of the slit, dripping down my leg.
I pulled the blade up and examined the cut.
I winced and cringed as I realised how deep it was. The last blade I had used was old and blunt and I was used to that, so using a new fresh one was a slight shock.
I shook my head and pressed it down again to a new piece of flesh, watching in satisfaction as beads of blood appeared at the cuts, before more blood rose up and poured out all together.
A sickly smile appeared on my face and a weird feeling of pleasure erupted inside of me.
I know, it's sick to say that I enjoy it, but.. I really do.
I sliced away at the only part left in my leg that was cut-free and watched the thick, red liquid seep out and drip onto the floor.

I had a lot of cleaning up to do.

I stared down at my leg in satisfactory and nodded to myself, before setting my blade aside and slowly and shakily standing up.
My leg was a big bleeding mess, and it was impossible to see how many cuts I had made due to the large amount of blood covering my thigh.
I dampened a tissue and gently wiped over my leg, feeling the bumps of the new cuts under the material.
Everytime I wiped them, more blood would seep out, causing me to sigh angrily in frustration.

I rummaged through Vic's drawers and cabinets to look for bandages but I couldn't find any, not even one.

I groaned and decided I was just gunna have to grit my teeth and use my jeans to stop the blood.
I pulled my jeans up and let out a small cry as the material rubbed against the fresh cuts.
Tears pricked at my eyes as the numbness in my leg slowly faded and was replaced by large amounts of pain.
I got a black towel, dampened it and started scrubbing at the floor, toilet seat and everything else I had gotten blood on.
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It didn't take as long as I thought and before I knew it, I was walking out the bathroom.
"Took your time." Vic said, appearing out of no where.
I jumped slightly and turned to face him, "Yeah, I decided to wash my face and stuff.." I lied.
He nodded and started talking about random stuff, but all I could think of was the pain that was pounding in my leg and my splitting head ache.
"Uh Vic?" I whispered.
He stopped talking, "Yeah?"
"C-Can I go see Gabe?" I stuttered.
"Oh yeah, sure, you don't even have to ask." He told me.
I smiled, "Oh, Okay, thanks."
He returned a sad smile, which confused me slightly, but I quickly said goodbye and walked out the house.

Gabe always used to make me feel better after I'd cut, and even though I wasn't going to tell him I had, I knew he would cheer me up nonetheless.

Vic no doubt could too, but he's done too much for me already.
I signalled a taxi and climbed in.
The only down side of living with Vic was not being able to walk to the cafe.

The journey was short though, and before I knew it, the car had pulled up outside.
I gave the driver their money before clambering out and entering the cafe, smiling as soon as I saw Gabe.
"Hey!" He said, happily.
"Hi." I replied.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise." He smiled.
I laughed slightly and walked over to a seat, whilst he followed me.
I sat down and immediately gasped out in pain as the denim rubbed against my damaged thigh.
"You Okay?" He asked.
"Y-yeah, just a bruise." I lied.
He raised an eyebrow, "An old one right?"
I nodded quickly.
He seemed to relax a bit but still didn't look too sure.
A worked placed a latte on the table, I smiled at her and said a small Thankyou before turning back to Gabe.
"Kells.." He whispered, his eyes watering.
My heart sunk, "W-what?"
"I thought you stopped." He said quietly.
How does he know?
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.
He nodded to my leg, making me look down and curse loudly, getting a few looks of disapproval.
There was a small patch of wet on my thigh.
I gently touched it with my hand, bringing it back to see red.
I sighed and turned back to Gabe, " I'm sorry.."
"Why did you Kells?" He whispered, his eyes glistening with tears.
"I-I've just been so stressed recently.." I muttered.
"Then come to me! Or Vic, does he even know?" He asked.
I shook my head, "And I intend to keep it that wa- Oh shit!" I yelled, standing up quickly.
"What?" Gabe panicked.
"I left my blade on the counter." I whisper yelled, before running out the cafe and jumping into a near by taxi.
The whole of the short journey back, my heart was pounding heavily in my chest.
He wouldn't have seen it..
Would he?
The taxi came to halt, I literally chucked the money at the driver and leapt out the car, unlocking the door and bursting in.

But by the looks of it I was too late.
Vic looked up from where he was sitting on the sofa with bright red puffy eyes,

"We need to talk." He muttered.