"Wait, Vic... I-I didn't know that you were there when he died. If she's telling the truth, please believe it wasn't your fault." he said, filled with sympathy.
"It doesn't matter if I was there or not. It doesn't change the fact that my dad is dead. This conversation is over with" I snapped at Kellin. As much as I love him, I don't need his sympathy. Which is why I never told him that it was my fault. As much as everyone said it wasn't my fault, I knew it was. How could it not be? I made him come out to get me. I was only 18. I didn't know who else to call. My little brother was at a friends house and was probably just as trashed as I was. If I could go back to that day and just fucking walk home or something, I would've. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Kellin begins to speak.
"Baby...I'm so sor-" He begins before I cut him off.
"No. I don't need, nor want your sympathy Kellin. What happened, happened. If I can get over it, you can too. It was 10 years ago."
"And you," I say turning my attention to the physic. "Stay the fuck out of people's business like that. You had absolutely no right to mention that. We asked for our future, not our goddamn past. Go to hell. Kellin go get the car. Now"
'Miss Abigail' starts mumbling words that Kellin nor I could understand until she starts to finally mumble something in English "You are destined to live your life knowing that the love of your life doesn't remember you anymore."
As if it were something out of a movie, we see a strike of lightning and a loud rumble of thunder but no rain.
"Vic, what is happening" Kellin cries, clinging to my arm. "What does she mean?"
"Nothing. It's just special effects to try to make us believe she's trying to put a curse on us or some shit." I reassure him. "Please. Just go get the car so I can deal with this shit"
"But Vic-" before Kellin could finish his sentence I cut him off yelling for him to get the car, louder and angrier this time. A small "fine." was all Kellin could muster up before getting out of his chair, taking the keys and heading to the car.
I turn my attention back to 'Miss Abigail'. "I don't know what type of shit you're trying to pull but its all fake."
"Oh this is anything but a joke, something bad will happen to you guys, and he won't remember you. You will live in agony" She explains. All I could do in that moment was scoff and walk away. I walk out of the tent, to see Kellin sitting in the car a few feet away.
"Move. I'm driving us home." I demand. Kellin goes to probably say no but instead just does what he's told without starting an argument.
Kellins POV
I didn't want to walk away from Vic to get the car but i'm sick of always arguing. I wanted to see that the heck that woman was talking about. We won't remember each other? That just doesn't make sense. I rack my brain trying to figure it out but fail. I finally get to the car and pull up to the curb waiting for Vic. I pull out my phone to text my best friend, Matty, about what this shit could mean. Before i could look at his response, Vic opens the driver side door aggressively.
"Move. I'm driving us home." He barks. I go to protest but realized it's not worth it and just move over to the passenger seat. To say Vic was angry, would be an understatement. He was dead silent the entire way home. Once we get on the highway I look over at vic and finally break the silence.
"I know you don't believe in fortune tellers or anything mystical but her words just won't stop swarming my brain, like I just can't imagine my life without you" Vic laughs at my thoughts but reaches over to grab my hand to comfort me
"Hey don't worry about her, she's crazy and doesn't know what she's talking about" He reassures.
"Yeah you're probably right" I reply, still with an eerie feeling. I can tell in the back of Vic's mind, he was scared. He was scared and tried to use anger to cover it, something he usually does.
Some time passes and we're laughing in the car at all the funny events that took place at the carnival. Like me sliding into him on the teacups. As Vic keeps laughing and sharing more stories, I start to get a sad feeling and stop laughing. I look over at the love of my life and can't help but wonder how he can go from being an absolute dick and making me feel like shit at the carnival to all lovey dovey and the perfect man in just a matter of hours. He was never like this. The Vic at the carnival isn't the Vic I thought I was going to marry. The Vic laughing along in the car with me was the one I fell in love with. I take off my engagement ring and look at the inscription inside "Don't lose your faith in me" but I can't help but wonder, maybe I should. Maybe my love for him isn't enough. Is this relationship really worth it?
Vics driving never slowed down even after we got off the highway. No doubt going 60 in a 25 by now. The cars goes over a pothole and with the speed of the car, it causes me to drop the ring. It lands on the drivers side of the car next to Vic's feet. I unbuckle my seatbelt, about to pick it out but before I could, Vic stops me so he could pick it up instead.
"You really need to be more careful with that, I paid a shit ton of money for that stupid thing." As Vic reaches down to pick up the ring, he takes his eyes off the road for maybe three, four seconds at most. He doesn't notice he's just ran a red light. And he sure as hell doesn't notice the car taking a left turn into our lane.
"Holy-fuck! Vic! Watch out!" Was all I could say to try to get him to look up in time, but it was far too late. The sound of glass shattering everywhere was louder than mine and Vics screams.
Vics POV
Glass shattering. Tire screeching. Metal objects hitting each other. Screaming. So much fucking screaming. As I try to replay the events that just took place, I look down at my bloody hands as if it were a dream. This can't be happening. Not again. I turn my head to see kellin laying lifeless, out of the windshield, struggling to breathe. Blood covering almost every inch of his face. The once pale skin, covered with tattoos is now coated in blood. I can't let this happen. Please God. No. Not again. Please not another car crash because of me. Please not another loved one dead because of me. I scramble to unbuckle my seat belt so I can get to him but with my luck, the damn belt is stuck. I wonder how long we've been like this. Where are the police and ambulances? They should surely be here by now. I keep screaming for help until the lack of oxygen to my lungs, make it impossible. I clutch onto his engagement ring with dear life, refusing to let go. If i let go of the ring, it's like i'm letting go of Kellin. Why did i have to pick up the fucking ring? Why didn't I just let him do it? Why couldn't I of made sure he never took his fucking seat belt off? I can't help but wonder why he even took it off in the first place. Why is this happening? The last thing I see before the ringing in my ears get louder and my vision starts to go, is Kellin, finally closing his eyes and taking his last breath.
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I woke up sometime later, on my bed. I lay there trying to remember everything that happened. It must of been a dream. But yet, that doesn't explain how we got home. We. Kellin. I turn my head and notice he isn't there.
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The Chase •Kellic•
Dla nastolatków"You are destined to live your life knowing that the love of your life doesn't remember you anymore."... those words were all it took for his world to come crashing down.
