Glass Over Diamond Blue Eyes

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"Kellin! Get your ass down here!!" My piss-poor excuse for a father shouted from down stairs. I looked at my clock, another hour before my mother's home.

I sigh and walk down stairs, finding him in the living room.

"How many fucking times do I-" he cuts himself off when his eyes land on me, no doubt noticing my bruised cheek.

"Someone beat your ass for me. How nice of them." he seethed through his teeth as he walked closer to me, I could smell the alcohol on his breath, "Don't you know how to throw a goddamn punch? You're fucking pathetic, you know that? You're probably not even mine, you have a whore for a mother."

"And a dick for a father." I looked up at him, I'm so tired of taking his shit.

The sharp pain on my cheek, that isn't bruised, signifies that I clearly pissed him off. I look back at him, not even phased by the small pain. "Oh wait, I forgot. I'm not even your son. So why don't you fuck off somewhere else?!"

His eyes grew wide with fury, he picked me up by the collar of my shirt, my feet dangling off the floor. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my fear. I bottled it away, and stared back in to his hateful eyes. "I suggest you throw the first punch, considering I'm too much off a pussy to do it myself. "

He draws his fist back, and crashes it into my nose, thankfully not breaking it. He lets go of me and I stumble back, falling onto the floor. "Get the fuck out of my sight, you worthless piece of shit." and with that he sends a sharp kick into my ribs, before walking away. I stand up, my nose dripping blood onto the hardwood floor. I painfully make my way upstairs, and to my room. I lock the door and slide down it.

My tears got the best of me, running down my bruised and now bloodied face. Everything hurts, inside and out. I so desperately need that release. What would Vic think of it.. I really need to vent to someone, but I hate being a bother. He told me I could trust him, can I trust him with my home life? Will he call me worthless and leave? Why does everything have to be so goddamn hard!?

My curiosity gets the best of me and I find my self dialing the number he gave me earlier.

"Hello?"

"V-vic..." I almost started crying again, feeling the weight of everything hitting me at once.

"Kellin? Is that you? What's wrong?"

I couldn't hold it in any more. I shakily held the phone tight, and cried into the receiver. "E-everything's wrong, Vic. No o-one cares about me any more. I'm w-worthless. I should know that for a fact by now, that's what my father's called me f-for the past 5 years now..I don't want to put up with it anymore."

He was silent, as I sobbed. Most likely shocked by my answer. "Kellin, I'm coming over.. want me to use the window?"

I mumbled a small "yeah​" in response, and he hung up. I stand up and walk over to my bed and unlock the window that's situated over it. I walk to the bathroom, disgusted at the sight in front of me. I wet a rag and start cleaning blood from my face.

A small tap on my window could be heard from my bathroom. I hold the rag under my, still bleeding nose, and opens it for Vic. After he climbs in, he stand up and gets a good look at me.

"Jesus Kellin! What happened?!" he whisper yelled. He took the rag from me, and helped clean my face.

"Asshole doesn't like faggots." I said harshly.

"You're own father did this?" he asked in disbelief.

"He has been since I was 11," I choke back my threatening tears, "I'm sick of it, Vic. Everyone seems to find a way to hurt me, whether that be with words, with fists.. no one seems to care"

"...I  care. I know what it's like to feel alone. Though my parents are different and I have an annoying little brother. But, when I look at you, I see a part of myself. You're lost, and so am I. I've admired you for awhile, that probably sounds creepy.." I just watched him as he rambled on, I've found he does it quite often, "I admired the way how you can be yourself, and stay strong when so may insults can be thrown your way."

"I'm not strong though.."

He looked me dead in the eyes, "You're alive aren't you?"

I just stared at him, not sure what to say. He brings his hand up to the small bruise forming under my eye, and brushes his thumb across it lightly, "Bruises really don't suit you. You're too beautiful for them."

My breath hitched in my throat.  Did he just say?...

"Beautiful?"

His face suddenly went 50 shades of red, as he took his hand back. He struggled to find his next words.

"D-did I say that?..."

I smirked at him, loving the way his face look cherry red with embarrassment. It's down right fucking adorable.

I opened my mouth to respond, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of glass shattering. I guess mom came home late again. I'm the last person who should be defending her, but she's never been unfaithful. We used to be close before I came out. That's when everything changed.

"Jesus.." Vic breathed out, after he jumped from the sudden commotion.

I sighed slightly, "You should probably go.."

"Yeah... wanna hang out tomorrow? If you can."

I smile over at him, "Sure, I'd love to."

(A\N: /.\ I'm so sorry this sucks... But I tried to put me interaction between Vic and Kellin. this is the sucky end product. xc I hope you enjoy anyways, losers.)

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