Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 32

KELLINS POV
1 year later..

I walked along the sidewalk, smiling as the warm, paper cups of coffee warmed my hands.

My therapist told me that occasionally taking a walk would help me to relax a bit more, so everyday I walk to the coffee shop to get Vic and myself coffees.

Tony and Mike had just set off on their honeymoon, after their beautiful wedding. It was only small but I got the chance to meet the Fuentes family, and they were the best.

I took a sip from my mocha (Vic told me to stop drinking skinny lattes) and scrunched my nose up as a raindrop splattered on it.

The sky was blue earlier but it's recently turned a dull gray color.

I sighed slightly and crossed the road, jogging slightly as a car rushed past.

I walked over a small hill, reaching a small park that I often walk through as a short cut.
It's nicer than walking along the street.

It was oddly deserted today, though I guess that was due to the recent bad weather.

I shivered gently and looked around quickly, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
Maybe it's just the strange feeling of an empty park but something just didn't feel quite right.

I picked up my pace, being careful to not spill the cups of hot liquid in my hands, and walked towards the gate at the other end of the park.

My eyes darted around as I head a twig snap.
Just the wind
I thought to myself.
And admittedly, the wind had got stronger in the past few minutes.

I let out a small breath and took another sip out of my coffee, hoping it would warm up my body which was quickly losing heat.

I froze to the spot when I heard a breath behind me.

I slowly started to turn but stopped when a rough hand grabbed my shoulder.
My heart stopped in my chest.

I tried to scream out but a hand clasped around my mouth, making me kick out with my legs but not after long, I had been flung over the persons shoulder.

I attempted to screech, but hardly any noise came out.
Before I knew it, I had been flung into a car and strapped onto the seat.

The car door slammed and the driver accelerated, making me fly forward only to be yanked back by the strap.

I looked through tearful eyes to see Mikey in the front seat.

I let out a choked sob and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget where I was.

I let my thoughts trail to Vic.
He's probably at home waiting for me to return with coffee.
I felt a tear slip out of my closed eye as the car jolted over a speed bump.

I shuffled in the backseat, trying to get out of the straps but it was useless.

Not before long, the car slowed down, gradually coming to a halt.
I heard the car door slam and a pair of rough hands grabbed me, dragging me out of the vehicle.

I cried out, but another hand was wrapped around my mouth.

I tried to look around but material had been placed around my eyes.
I squirmed in Mikeys grip, trying to get free, but it was pointless. He was way stronger than me.
I let out a small whimper as he chucked me onto a stone cold floor.

The material was ripped from my eyes, the sudden light blinding me.

I squinted and looked around.
It was almost like a car park, but there were no cars.
The space was surrounded by abandoned warehouses. It didn't look like people came here often.
"Frank!" Mikey called out.
A short man walked out from behind a building, a small smirk on his face.
"Hold him." Mikey muttered.
Frank nodded and walked over to me, grabbing my arms harshly.
Mikey walked over a snatched my phone out of my pocket.
"Password?" He spat.
I raised an eyebrow.
He let out a sinister chuckle, "Tell me, or we'll do this the hard way."
I sighed, "two, five, one, nine."
He grinned evilly  and swiped through my phone, suddenly letting out a small chuckle and holding my phone up against his ear.

"Vic." He spoke with a devilish grin.

I cried out again, "No, please don't talk to him!"

"Oh, kellins here, don't worry." He said with a quiet laugh.

He muttered something into the phone and hung up.

"What did you say?" I asked, tears spilling down my face.

"I invited him to enjoy the show." Mikey told me, the grin not leaving his face.

I let out a choked sob, "No, why did you do that?"

"Entertainment." He replied simply.

He walked over to me, making me panic slightly and struggle in franks tight grasp.

"Please don't hurt him." I whispered.

"We won't physically hurt him, don't worry." He murmured.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.
"Well, its his fault that Gerard's in prison. If it weren't for him you'd still be with my brother at this very moment." He spoke.
"And hurting him physically won't do anything. I know he loves you. The only way to really hurt him, is for me to hurt you."

"I-I don't understand." I breathed.
"I won't touch your stupid boyfriend." He snapped.
I let out a deep breath that I didn't realise I'd been holding in.
"But it doesn't mean I can't hurt you." He added.

But at the point, it didn't matter. I was used to getting hurt, I wouldn't be able to handle watching Vic being hurt.

Minutes passed as I lay there helplessly, Franks hands tightly squeezing my arms.

"Kellin?" I heard a familiar voice call.
I looked at Mikey, with pleading eyes.
I didn't want to make a noise, then Vic would know where I was.

"We're here!" Mikey called out, smirking at me.

I let out a small whine, not wanting Vic to see this.

He walked around the corner and was immediately tackled to the ground by a man that I hadn't seen yet.

"Thanks Pete." Mikey mumbled.

"Vic why did you come?" I cried.

He looked at me through fearful eyes.
Mikey marched over to Vic, bending down so he was face to face.
"I'm going to make you hurt like you're making my brother hurt." Mikey growled.

"T-that's fine, just please stay away from K-Kellin." He stuttered.

Mikey slapped him across the face, "I don't take orders."

He turned and started walking to me.
I shuffled in Franks grip, trying to get away.
"Please don't hurt him." I heard Vic cry.

Before I knew it, I had been kicked down so my face was flat on the ground and from each side of my body, there were kicks and punches rebounding on me.

I let out a shriek of pain as a foot collided with my ribs, making a loud crack.

I could hear Vic howling in the background, screaming at them to stop.

Vics cries were worse than the physical pain.

I'd never heard him sound so hurt.
All I could see was red, my body was violently shaking as more and more blows hit my body.

I couldn't move or feel half of my body at this point, but my head was spinning and my heart was racing.

Shooting pains were constantly stabbing throughout my chest and head.

I felt a warm, metallic liquid bubbling up in my throat, making me gag and wretch.

Everything was a crimson blur now and the only things I could hear were the distant sound of sirens and vics wails before everything faded to the deepest shade of black.

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