The Trouble On Your Lips (Kellic)

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Vic'S POV:

I sat on the edge of my bed, running my fingers through Kellin's hair. He was asleep and looked so peaceful. It was a dramatic change from before. After his major episode I managed to convince him to get on a train with me, then Mike met us and brought us back to my place. Kellin was crying the whole time. It hurt more than anything to see. He was such a mess and I couldn't help but to blame myself.

I lightly touched the red mark on his cheek. I hope he understands why I hit him. It was a high pressure situation and there was no calming him down. I knew that causing a little physical pain would distract him, and it worked. I snapped him out of it, but I wasn't naïve. He could be set off again, and that's why I brought him back here, so I could keep a good eye on him. He was in no state to see his parents.

"He's asleep?" Mike questioned from the doorway. I looked over at him and nodded.

"Yeah, he cried himself to sleep," I said sadly.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" he asked. When Mike picked us up I had been too focused on making sure that Kellin stayed calm, so we didn't get a chance to speak. I figured I should tell him, if only just to get it all off my chest. I got up, looked at Kellin once more to make sure he was well and truly asleep, and then left the room with Mike. We went into the living room and sat on the couch with Mike next to me.

"So? What happened?" he asked. I sighed and lean back on the couch.

"Well, I was in the city with Jason and some others. I just needed to wind down for a night, but then I saw Kellin walking the streets, drunk out of his mind, with that Oli kid and a couple of others," I explained.

I said Oli's name in disgust. I despised him, which as a teacher wasn't the right thing to do. Technically he hadn't done anything to me, but every time I saw him near Kellin I just either wanted to rip his head off or lock myself in my office and cry. I think I was doing a good job at hiding just how much everything was hurting me though.

"I couldn't just leave him. I've always had a bad feeling about Oli and I was right because him and his friends ended up ditching Kellin. I found him half passed out on the side of the road so I decided to take him home. We went to the train station, I called you, and then things got really bad," I said and paused as I remembered exactly what happened.

It was hard to think about. I care about him so much even though he doesn't really know it. Hearing him say that he wants to die was like a knife to my gut. I had no idea he had been hurting that much. It was at that second when he tried jumping in front of the train that I knew he was off his medication. I had never been so scared in my life.

"He was just sitting there crying and before I knew it he was trying to jump in front of a train," I looked up as his shocked face and continued, "I stopped him, obviously, but then he was yelling and screaming about how much he wanted to kill himself. It was...it was horrible, Mike. He really wanted to kill himself."

"He was having an episode? You know, one of those manic whatevers that you told you told me about?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. It was intense. I slapped him pretty hard just to knock some sense into him. I feel bad about it, but it worked. He calmed down a bit and I was able to get him home," I finished the story.

"So he stopped taking his pills?" he questioned.

"Yeah, he admitted it and asked me to help him," I said.

"Wow that's...that's crazy," he said. I nodded and chuckled, although there was nothing funny about this situation. It was all just really full on and crazy.