Cuts - Kellic (Book One) // boyxboy

Chapter Fifteen

My head pounds as I wake up. I don't even remember if it's from alcohol or a sedative. It could be either because I don't fucking remember a thing.

I sit up and notice I don't have clothes on which could indicate that Carter came around last night and I took a sedative. But then I notice the significant amount of empty beer bottles and cans beside my bed.

Could it be possible I did both?

I guess that's a mystery I'll never solve.

I drag myself out of bed and stumble across the room to find clothes. I'm dizzy and a little foggy which makes me wonder if I'm still a little drunk. But perhaps, it's just the effects of the rohypnol.

I know one thing for sure, I need a drink.

I dress then stomp my way downstairs and go into the kitchen. The sun is shining bright and I begin to wonder what time of day it is. I shake off the pointless thought and go to the fridge. I grab a cold beer and twist off the cap before I start downing it. I'm somehow gotten used to the unpleasant taste.

Jenna comes into the room. She's obviously saddened by the sight of me drinking. She's been trying to get me to stop all week. I just keep telling her that she doesn't understand.

"Vic's here." she says softly. "He wants to see you."

I nod and grab out another beer, knowing this one isn't going to last very long.

I follow her out of the kitchen and into the living room where Vic is sitting on the sofa.

I take a sip of my beer as I sit down next to him.

"Hey!" I chirp, admittedly happy to see him. It's been a while. I don't remember the last time he came around here.

"This just a regular thing for you now?" Vic asks seeming unimpressed, gesturing to the drink in my hand.

"If this is an intervention, I'm going back to bed." I mumble, standing back up.

I don't need to be lectured on my drinking by people who couldn't possibly understand how I feel inside.

"No, sit back down," Vic sighs regretfully.

I hesitantly sit back down.

"I'm getting married." he tells me.

"I'm well aware." I mutter.

"In two weeks, I'm getting married in two weeks. We've been friends for such a long time so it would only make sense that you be my best man." he says sounding hopeful.

I'm in shock by his proposal, I definitely wasn't expecting it. And I can barely comprehend what he's asking of me due to the alcohol that clouds my head.

I don't answer him. I can't.

How can I stand there and watch my best friend marry my rapist? I don't even want to attend the wedding.

"Kells?" Vic frowns.

"I'm sorry. I can't." I whisper.

I watch heartbreak cover Vic's face.

"What? Why?" he asks.

"I just can't. You mean the world to me and I'd do anything for you–"

"Then do this one thing." Vic says pleadingly.

"I'm sorry." I choke out, feeling disgustingly guilty.

"Kellin, I've wanted you to be by my side when I got married since I was fifteen." he says.