Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 18

VICS POV
"Vic!" I heard Kellin call from the door.
I looked at my watch. It should be Kellins lawyer.

I walked out of the kitchen, "Is it y-" I stopped in my tracks when I saw a familiar face standing at my door.
My heart stopped for a second.
"Hey Vic." He whispered, his eyes glistening in the porch light.
I stared at my brother for a second before running towards him and leaping into his arms.
"Where were you? Why did you never call?" I sobbed, burying myself in his chest.
"I don't know, I'm sorry Vic..." he sniffed.
"I missed you Mikey." I murmured.
He pulled away and wiped a tear from my cheek, "I missed you too Victor." He laughed.

I turned to Kellin who had a confused expression on his face.
I laughed slightly and turned back to my brother, "Mike, this is Kellin, my boyfriend."
Mike smiled and nodded at Kellin.
"Kellin, this is Mike, my brother." I grinned.
I swear if kellins eyes widened any more they'd pop out his head.
"B-brother?" He stuttered.
Mike chuckled loudly, "Yup."
"You wanna know the best part?" I smirked.
Kellin raised an eyebrow, making me snicker slightly.
"I'm younger than him." Mike stated.
If Kellin's eyes weren't larger than Earth last time, they were now.
Mike and I laughed hysterically for what seemed like ages before we calmed down, leaving a still stunned looking Kellin.
"What the actual fuck.." He whispered.
He squinted his eyes at us, "Actually, I guess I see a few similarities."
I smiled at my boyfriend and kissed his cheek, "You're so adorable."
He blushed and looked away, "I'll leave you two to catch up."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
He nodded, "Of course."
I gently caressed his cheek, "I'll still sit with you when your lawyer comes, if you still want me to."
He nodded gratefully, "Yes, if that's okay.." he whispered.
I smiled and placed my hand on his shoulder, leading Mike to the back room.

We chatted for ages, learning new things about each other. It had been years since I saw him, and it felt like I was finally complete seeing him again.

"God I missed you." I whispered.
"I missed you to bro." He smiled.
"How's mama and papa?" He asked.
I chuckled slightly, "They're good."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"They miss you too." I told him.
He nodded, "And I miss them, but I'm scared if I turned up out of the blue, they'd hate me."
"Why would they hate you Mikey?" I asked.
"I left them, I barely said goodbye, I could be dead for all they know.." he whispered.
"You should've called, why didn't you call?" I asked, tears glistening in my eyes.
"I was angry, obviously it's not your fault, or mama or papa, but I hated that place. I wanted to leave without a trace, and never be reminded of there again." He murmured.
I sighed quietly.
"But, I didn't know what you were going through either, I thought I was the one with the problems so I should leave. I didn't realise that would pass the problems on." He told me, tears forming in his eyes.
I raised an eyebrow.
"I got in contact with Matty." He said.
I looked down, knowing what he was going to say.
"I was worried about you and wanted to put my mind to rest." He informed me.
I looked back up at him.
"But obviously, you probably know what I heard didn't put my mind to rest at all."
I wiped a tear from my eye, "Matty told you didn't he?"
Mike nodded, "You starting cutting Vic.. why would you do that?" He cried.
I sniffed and wiped my eyes, "I-i don't know, I felt like I deserved it.. I.. I don't know." I whispered.
"You.. you tried to kill yourself?" He asked, his voice not even a whisper.
I nodded, "yeah.."
"I was hoping that he'd got it wrong. I kept telling myself that you wouldn't do that. My older brother wouldn't do that." He murmured.
"And I kept telling myself my younger brother wouldn't have done that." I argued back.
"I guess our parents had two fucked up kids." He said, with a sad smile.
I returned a small smile, " I guess."
"Did you ever stop?" He asked.
"Stop what?"
"Cutting." He asked, his eyes staring down and my covered wrists.
I nodded, "A few years ago, yeah."
He slowly took my wrist, carefully rolling up my sleeve.
He looked at my wrist sadly, his eyes scanning the white lines littered over my arm.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"It's not your fault." I told him.
He sighed, "I feel like it is."
"Well, it's not. Please don't think it is Mikey."