Hurt (Kellic) ON HOLD

Lies

Tell me you love me, even though it's fake

"Who was it?" He screamed, shoving me into the wall. "Do you even love me anymore?"

He shoved me again, and this time I slump to the floor in agony.

"Of course I love you!" I plead, before gasping as I feel his hand slap me hard.

"Sure you whore, you probably went in there and sucked his dick even though you won't suck mine!" He roared, roughly pushing me to the ground and punching me in the collarbone.

I let out a sharp breath, trying to keep it steady as I was still wearing my binder, but the bunches kept coming. I didn't know how he found out about Vic taking me to the washrooms, but apparently he had.

"You like that whore?" He says choking me, his hands getting tighter as I begin to see dark spots in my vision.

"I... I'm sorry." I whisper out, right before he releases me and I immediately begin panting for air.

"You better be." He says leaving me alone and battered, lying on my living room floor.

I hear the door close and I decide it safe to get up. I try to stand up but immediately feel my head spin so I lean the wall for support and make my way upstairs.

As I get to my room I take my binder off, trying not to touch where I got hit. It's practically impossible but I get it off and throw on a random shirt, too tired and sore to be bothered to care.

I lie down on my bed exhausted seeing that I had a text message from Vic on my phone.

'How are you feeling from earlier? Sorry if I seem really nosey but I wanted to make sure you are okay.'

I smile while reading his text, before shaking it off because I knew that I didn't deserve those kind words.

'Thanks, I'm feeling better. I'm sorry you had to see that, since we barely know each other.'

I reply back to him, feeling stupid about this whole day. I deserved everything I got, I was really a selfish pig, who deserved to get beaten up. Here I was, dragging a poor kid into my problems when he could have easily been friends with the popular kids.

Shame bubbles up within me and the feeling makes me feel even worse. The combination of the bruises and emotional pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I willed them away, not wanting to feel weaker than I already did.

I hear my phone beep with a notification, no doubt from Vic, so I pick it up and read it.

'It's really no big deal, and for the not really knowing each other part, why don't we hand out this saturday?'

I read over this, once, twice, five times. I knew if Daniel was going to overreact like this to us going to the bathroom together, God knows what he'd do if he knew we were together out of school.

Nonetheless, I picked up my phone and texted a reply.

'Sure, sounds good.'

God, what have I got myself into.