Can You be Trusted

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Vic POV

I had to sleep on the couch. I don't mind. Kellin properly slept on who knows what so I don't mind giving up my bed. But let me say one thing. This couch is going to destroy my back in less than a week.

I wonder if I can get the day off. School is such a drag. My math teacher hates me. I say to that bitch fuck off. She makes me think that I am just destined for failure. Most teachers are like that. They give you hope that you can do something, you finish it and they shit on it. Then some will say you have talent but give you the lowest mark.

"Sigh" I heff out

I should get up I tell myself while turning over and sinking deeper into the blankets. I argument was fatal but I still have it with myself "get up."

"warmth"

"School"

"People"

"A new day that shouldn't be wasted"

"Sleep"

I inevitability won against myself and closed my eyes even though I knew I wouldn't sleep. As I was rolling in my own misery kellin popped into my thoughts. He's upstairs alone. He's been through so much more than me, who am I to do this. Fuck.

I slide off the couch landing with enough force to wake up what's left of my brain. The blankets still over me I sit up. Mike walks in, "hey soooo you're not going to school. Who is that boy 'kellin' that no one seems to shut up about, and how does this tie in with you."

"Well" I begin

"Stop right there. Bye" and he leaves. Yep, that's him. I bet he thought that was funny. The front door slams shut indicating he has left... and might not be back till midnight. Yep, that's Mike.

I walk up the stairs till I get outside my door. Softly Knocking before I enter, kellin in my bed under the covers. All his pain seems to be gone. His longish black hair falls over his face. This must be the only time he's at peace. Peace with the world...peace with himself. I wonder if he hates himself ... like me... I hope not.

I start to gather my stuff, my ipod, headphones, clothes, and clean boxers. Walking back out I head to the main bathroom with the other shower in the house. Cleaning off all that negativity, ha if only. I think the negativity will never leave.

By the time i walk out in my black skinny jeans and a plain black shirt, my parents have already made breakfast for a team of people downstairs. Walking up to the table i see the head counselor (who knows me personally) two police officer one is tay the other is a guy with the perfect ratio of muscle and being lean, stubble covers half his face and shape looking chin. The short black hair also flows with his manly look so well. He suits that uniform. He's like a police officer out of a movie, but he has gentle green eyes. For a second i thought that this man could be kellins father. But he's not. My father and mother are both sitting together. There is a spear sit that awaits me. The table is full of pancakes and maple syrup, plates are full slowly being devoured. Mum nods for me to sit in the open chair.

I put two puffy pancakes on my plate and put the perfect ratio of syrup on them. I start listening to what they are talking about. Surprise it's about kellin. You know it was a chance encounter that i helped him. That it was me.

"Okay, now that that's sorted, let's make a plan for today." the new police officer said. I think i'll call him jack. "Right so we have medical information, we tested him for everything, torture, rape and body condition."

"Correct," my parents say simultaneously

"Right today we should start getting statements and a mental exam." jack continues. I think that that's really pushing him. I mean come on, years of torture and abuse and the first day he's free, he's not. I get snapped back into reality when my name is called