The Kids are Fine | Kellic (boyxboy)

CHAPTER EIGHT | "I Know It's Over" by The Smiths

KELLIN'S P.O.V

I cleaned my room. I showered. I threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. My hair is still wet. I tapped my fingers against the kitchen counter. The sound seemed to echo through the empty house. My dad was still working. I mother showed up around six wile I was digging through the fridge. I didn't have much of an appetite, I hadn't really since that night, but it took feeling dizzy after standing in the shower too long for my brain to realize, 'oh yeah! You should probably eat'. I opted for a small, half-eaten container of Chinese take-out. White rice. Flavorless and unfulfilling. Yeah, just what I wanted.

"I've been meaning to go to the store." My mothers voice fills the quiet kitchen as I place the container of rice into the microwave.

"That explains all the space in the fridge..." I say without looking at her while typing 1.0.0 into the microwave. It starts and I turn to face her.

"I'm probably going to go tomorrow." She's digging through her purse. Not looking me in the eye because that would be a disaster, she'd really have to engage a little more. God forbid I take up anymore of her time. "Any requests?"

"Anything edible."

"Funny." She cracks a smile, looking up at me, the back down to dig in her purse again. "Ugh! Have you seen my wedding ring lying around?"

Her wedding ring?

"No..." I furrow my eyebrows, "Why'd you take it off?"

"I could've sworn I put it..." She ignores my question, "Ah! Thank God!" She pulls it from the bottomless pit, louis vuitton logos imprinted into it's white leather surface. She shoved the ring onto her finger so quick, you'd think she had been threatened for taking it off in the first place. "Your father would've killed me." She laughed in relief.

Why did she take it off?

She starts shoving miscellaneous items back into the pit.

"I'm taking Melissa out to dinner tonight, did you call and tell her happy birthday?" Melissa is a, way old, family friend. She went to elementary school with my mother and they've been practically joined at the hip they're whole life. I've called her Aunt Melissa since before I can remember.

"I forgot. I'll text her." The microwave dings

"Don't forget." She points her finger at me. "I'm gonna go change and then I'm gonna leave. You'll be okay alone tonight, right?"

"Where's dad?" I ask pulling a fork out of the kitchen drawer. "Wait don't tell me- working late?"

She laughs, "Yes. Again. I swear that man is gonna work himself to death."

"Speak for yourself." I scoff, taking a bite of rice. it burns my tongue and I have to breath out heavily a few time to get the steam out of my mouth.

"Nah. Women can handle a lot more than men." She winks at me and I don't doubt that one bit. She leaves the kitchen and makes her way through the swinging doors. I hear her footsteps upstairs. Their bedroom is upstairs at the opposite end of the house to where mine was.

This was all nearly two hours ago. I walk out of the kitchen, anxiously making my way to the large foyer, down a long hallway, eventually to the lounge. It was different from the living room, which was at the front of the house at the edge of the foyer. This room was bigger and had a fireplace, two long couches, a lawn-chair-style sofa, a full wall of shelves with books, and a liquor shelf in the corner, hung on the wall, just above a record player (which was accompanied by two soft chairs).