Cemetery Weather (Kellic)

Chapter 47

I hated Vic for bringing me here, he knows I didn't want to come. He knew I wouldn't come, that's why he didn't tell me. I kicked around the stupid cans and bottles that covered the floor.

He still had all our pictures hung up. I crossed my arms and looked away. I had to keep myself together. He came in, dragging like he was death. He sat down on one end of the couch and looked at me.

"Why don't you sit down?" He slurred.

"Why don't you fuck off?" I snapped back.

"Kellin." Vic raised his voice in shock but I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, it's okay." He told Vic. "Kellin, I just want you to know that losing your mother was the most horrible thing I've ever felt. But the thought that I lost you too, has been eating me alive." He held his chest.

"Liar. I don't give a fuck how you feel." I kicked another can but in his direction.

"Kellin, Stop!" Vic yelled at me.

"Why? Give me one good ass reason why." I demanded from him.

"He's your father." He said sympathetically. "You have to talk to him."

"Yeah, just like you talked to yours." I snapped. "You're such a hypocrite."

"Kellin, I know that me saying sorry can't bring her back, but I am. I'm sorry I wasn't around, I'm sorry I cheated, and I'm sorry that I lost her." He was nearly in tears.

I wasn't believing the things he said. He was and still is a dead beat father. I hate everything about him. I still wish he was the one who died.

I looked around the room and saw the one picture we all took together. I didn't walk, it was more of a run. I took the picture and threw it on the ground.

"Kellin!" Vic yelled and was coming over to me. I picked up one of the glass shards from the broken frame. I held it up and pointed it to him.

"Don't touch me. Get away!" I yelled.

I saw his eyes start to water and he backed away. I picked up the picture and tore my dad's head off. Well I tore Nelson's head off, he is no father of mine. I crumbled it up and threw it on the floor with the rest of his junk.

They both looked at me and were scared. I was fuming with anger, I thought steam would come from my ears.

"I hate you." I seethed. "I hate you! I hate you! Everyday I wish that it could have been you. You sit around here, drinking and wallowing in self pity. You're nothing, and I hate you."

I picked up on of the whiskey bottles and threw it against the wall. It laid there, shattered.

"You see that bottle?" I asked him and he nodded. "Tell it you're sorry." He didn't move. "Tell it." I yelled.

"I'm sorry." He said fearfully.

"Now, did it make it better? Is the bottle not broken anymore?" I asked more calmly.

"No." He choked out.

"That's what I've been feeling all this time. And it's all your fault." I simply stated before retreating up the stairs.

**Vic's P.O.V.**

I wanted to follow Kellin, but after he pointed that glass at me, I was scared for my life. I've never seen Kellin so violent or angry. It was a bad idea to bring him here. When he told me to take him home, I should have.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I silently told his father. He was crying to himself. He wiped away his tears and looked at me.

"It's fine. It's my fault anyways." He was stumbling on his words.