Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 22

Song of the Chapter: Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield

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Name of the Chapter: I Have to Get Out of Here, Without you.

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Vic's POV

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I had spent all night with her in bed. It wasn’t really allowed, shit, we weren’t even allowed in a closed room together without supervision. But I am sure Kayleigh wouldn’t do anything considering the state she was in right now. I don’t think she’s do anything to me, ever, really. She couldn’t stop thinking about her nightmare, but she wouldn’t tell me what it was about.  She said nothing, did nothing except cry. I felt extremely bad for her.

I really had no intentions of going out that morning, but as it turns out I was outside in the courtyard trying to get some air. All I had been doing is babysitting Kayleigh and I just wanted a few seconds to myself before I had to look after her again. It was still the cold, American winter it was week ago.

It was the 20th of December, so that meant Christmas was coming up. I never celebrated Christmas when I was a kid, so I had no interest in the pointless holiday. Everyone was dressed in stupid sweaters their parents sent them, 90% of them having snowmen or reindeer presented on the front. I even saw some kids who had green and red hair. It was completely unnecessary. My hatred towards Christmas wasn’t jealousy. It’s just pointless. I know the Christians believe it was the birth of Christ, but I am not a believer in any God, so there is just no point.

It had snowed earlier on this week, so there were quite a few people playing in the snow, making snowmen and looking like they were having a great time. But I honestly didn’t care.

I fixed the beanie on my head and the scarf around my neck, because the chill was getting to me. I was chattering like a mad man. Every time I exhaled, a thick cloud of frosty air shot out, making it look like I was smoking. But I wasn’t, so it’s all good. I can’t remember the last time I smoked though. I think it was back in middle school when I was held up against a shipping container by the ‘cool’ kids and a cigarette was forced in my mouth. I hated it, but I had to smoke it unless I wanted my face kicked in by a douche bag in a leotard. (He did gymnastics because he thought it was cool)

I kept puffing out fog for my own personal enjoyment, as I silently worried if Kayleigh was awake yet. There was a good possibility that she wasn’t, since she hasn’t slept for more than two hours since Coby passed.

I hadn’t had time to evaluate my emotions, so thinking about him just made me lose it. My lip quivered, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep in my tears, so no one here saw me crying. But there was a good chance that they froze half way down my face. I whipped them away, and looked both left and right as if I were crossing the road, and made sure no one saw me as I hid behind my longer-than-an-average-male hair.