The Wrong Kind Of Love.

The Wrong Food.

Kellin.

I didn't understand it, why he tried so hard. I had Oli, I didn't need him.

"So what do ya wanna do?" Vic asked enthusiastically. I just shrugged. "Hmm how about a movie?" I smiled and walked over to the DVD rack and pulled out my favourite movie Candy Hearts. Oli never watched it with me because he thought it was 'soppy bullshit' but Vic looked excited as I popped it in the player.

"I'll put on some popcorn while you set it up yeah?" I nodded and looked for the remote. "Butter, salt or sugar?" I looked at him "kidding, kidding I know already" I laughed and lay across the sofa. The microwave dinged and he chuckled before fitting awkwardly between my legs.

Candy Hearts was my favourite movie buy for some reason I couldn't focus, I kept glancing up at Vic and every now and then he would catch me and I would look away. Everything about him drew me in; soft skin, a perfect complexion, waves of perfect hair, a cute little mouth and perfect teeth. I couldn't stop staring.

"What?" He laughed, launching a peice of popcorn at me, I threw one back eniciating a full on popcorn fight. "Okay! Okay! I give up!" He squealed.  He looked over at me and sort of...blushed "come here" he whispered. I crawled towards him. He took my bruised cheek in his delicate hands and turned my head in the dim light.

"Come with me?" He whispered. "Don't look at me like that, come home with me. I can look after you." My face fell.

Olibear xxx

Hungry.

I groaned at the screen. "Sorry, you have to go."

He hugged me tight, his biceps bulging under his shirt. We stood like that for a moment before he whispered something in my ear and left.

I fell back against the closed door and his behind my hands. Why did he have to do this? He made me feel so...ugh shut up Kellin!

I buslted around the kitchen distracting myself with a complicated recipe. I placed the plates on the table and lit some candles. I watched the wax drip as the time ticked by. The flame flickered and went out  sending the room into complete darkness.

Oli crashed through the door around half four. He was loud and drunk, throwing his coat on the floor.

"Hi Kelly!" He banged his shin on the coffee table, "who put that there" he laughed loudly. He stumbled over and kissed me hard, I could taste the alcohol on his breath.

I sighed, at least he was happy today. He collapsed into the chair knocking the glass off the table. "Whoops." He laughed.

I took my seat opposite him and pushed my food around my plate. He smiled at me it was all I needed.

"So what was you up to babe?" I asked faking half interest. He bought it.

"Just went out with the guys," I gave him an inquisitive glance "Lee, Jordan and Matt." I bit my tongue. That was complete bullshit and we both knew it.

"I thought that they were in Sheffeild?" His knuckles whitened then returned to their normal colour.

"No, they're back now" he said through gritted teeth. My mind screamed at me to leave it but there was another voice this time. Just hold my hand and jump Vic whispered.

"I texted Lee asking if he was with you yesterday." He clenched his jaw. "He told me he hasn't seen you since they left." He slammed his fist on the table. I tried not to flinch.

"Checking up on me?!"

"No Oli, I was concerned. You walked out and I didn't know where you was. Again." He stood up and threw the plate across the room. I stayed in my seat and watched the pasta sauce dripping down the wall. He seized hold of my arm and dragged me to my feet.

"Clean that shit up!" I didn't move. "NOW!" I shook him off of my arm.

"No."

"What was that?"

"I try my fucking hardest and I'm sick of it! I'm not slaving around the house cleaning up after you while you're out there fucking J-" I stopped myself and pushed past him to the bedroom.  I heard him stomping after me, I quickly went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Seconds later his fist was banging on the door making the mirror shudder.

"Go on Kellin!" he shreiked "finish that sentence! I fucking dare you"  I walked over the the sink, my face was still shiny and slightly swollen. He was still banging on the door, screaming the odds. I knew my bag was packed under my bed, o had everything I needed. I clenched my fists and walked back over to the door.