Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 27

Song of the Chapter: Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine

 

 

 

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Name of the Chapter: Tattooed Arms and Broken Hearts.

 

 

 

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Kayleigh’s POV

It was the late hours of the morning when I went back to the house. I didn’t sleep at all, and my eyes were still red and puffy. I was tired but there was no way I could go to sleep. My thoughts were at a minimum because I hadn’t slept and I hadn’t eaten either and just the overall fact that Vic rejected me like that. I hadn’t had a problem with being rejected by him before, but now it hurt more than ever. Especially up against Janice, who Vic didn’t like in the slightest way.

 I stepped out of the car into a cold fog, which the sun reflected off creating an unusual light. I wiped my eyes and walked to towards the house with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to warm up my body. I held my keys in my hands, ready to open the door only to find the door was left ajar. It didn’t worry me at all, for only two reasons: 1) My brain didn’t process the information that well and 2) Janice is a twat and forgets to close the door all the time.

I just walked into the house and looked at the lovely mess that Janice would be cleaning up soon. I am so glad I left the house before shit went wild because it looks like some fucked up drinking games were performed on the kitchen counter top.  I don’t even want to know. There wasn’t anyone here, besides Vic and Janice, but I honestly wasn’t even sure if they were here. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking in a hotel two hours away.

To say the house was messy was an underestimation. I was half expecting something to jump out of the pile of red plastic cups. And not to mention the smell, it was a mixture of stale alcohol and marijuana. My stomach was churning and if I had eaten recently I would’ve vomited. It wasn’t like I purposely didn’t eat; I was just too upset to think about even getting food. Which was weird considering that when I’m sad I eat like it’s my last day on earth.

I went to the kitchen and got a few plastic bags and some rubber gloves for Janice and Vic to clean up. There was no way that I was cleaning this. I went over to Vic’s room, stepping very carefully, making sure I didn’t stand on anything that could potentially kill me. I knocked on the door, but let myself in, closing my eyes just in case they were doing the hanky panky.

I slowly opened one eyelid, to fine they were both asleep. It pained me to see them together. Naked. In the same bed. I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry or puke. I looked at Vic, he was sound asleep. His breathing was deep and heavy, and he looked adorable with the blankets pulled up to his face. But it was hard to concentrate on him because I could barely breathe. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how mesmerized I was by Vic, or the fact the room smelt of marijuana. I took a wild guess and came to the conclusion that they were doing drugs. I looked over at Janice, who looked like Shrek, and I instantaneously gave her a deadly look and became upset. She didn’t even like Vic, and now she all of a sudden wants to sleep with him? And drug him?