Trust \\ KELLIC

16

About one week after our little getaway camping trip, things were still going well for Vic and I. There hadn't been any arguments or incidents and things were looking up. Every day I felt myself feeling better, although I still hadn't done anything sexual with Vic yet and he hadn't tried with me. I think after the camping trip he decided to wait until I made the first move. I could tell he was starting to get really sexually frustrated though and I hated myself for doing that to him, but just a little more time is all I needed. I still felt something holding me back and I couldn't quite shake it. He was so patient though which I was thankful for.

Right now the two of us were at the grocery store buying a few things we needed, plus Jenna had rattled off a whole list of things she wanted us to get while we were here because apparently her cravings have kicked in. Speaking of that, Tony was 100% supportive of her and they've even started talking about baby names even though it's still early days.

"Where the hell is the peanut butter?" Vic muttered. He never actually looks for things. He just gets annoyed when they aren't right in front of him. I rolled my eyes and took his hand, leading him further down the aisle.

"Fags," someone said from behind us.

Vic and I both turned around at the same time and saw a small group of three teenagers. We got these comments pretty of often around here, especially since we're kind of well-known in the area so we're bound to get some haters. I had a whole list of sassy comebacks that I always used, but I didn't have to this time because Vic turned my face to look at him and then kissed me. The boys made the usual "that's so gross" comments before we heard them walk away. Vic pulled away and smiled at me.

"I guess that's one way to deal with them," I said.

"Yeah well that was a lot more fun to do rather than get in an argument, plus I just really wanted to kiss you," he said. I grinned and took his hand once more, continuing to lead him down the aisle until we got to the peanut butter and I picked one up.

"Peanut butter, check. Jenna will be happy at least," I said and placed it in the basket Vic was holding. "What else do we need?"

Vic looked at the list he had typed out on his phone, "Um, the last thing is beer for Mike."

"Typical," I joked. We walked hand in hand back down the aisle and then past the other aisles until we came to the one with alcohol. We got half way down until I actually paid attention to my surroundings and saw a man there, and not just any man, but my father. At that moment I knew that I was holding hands with a time bomb about to explode. I stopped walking forwards and started backwards, tugging Vic back with me. I don't think he had noticed my father yet, but I could recognize the back of his head.

"Let's go to the liquor store instead. They have better stuff," I said quietly. Vic looked at me, a little confused.

"They sell the beer Mike likes here too," he said and pulled me forward a little, but I wouldn't walk forward. If I didn't get Vic out of here before he sees my dad then this will be a disaster.

"No, Vic. Just come with me," I said, trying to act calm but I knew I sounded desperate. He frowned at me and dropped my hand before looking around and then his eyes fell on my father who was now scanning the shelves, looking for whatever poison he would drown himself in tonight. I quickly ran in front of Vic, faced him and put my hands on his chest and tried to push him back but he wouldn't budge. He had that emotionless look on his face but I knew he was about to snap.

"Don't do it. Babe, just walk away," I said, but he was fixated on my father and I knew there was no way to get through to him. He gently, but with enough force, moved me out of the way and dropped the basket he was holding. He stormed over to my father and all I could do was watch as he got his attention, pulled back his fist and punched him so hard that he fell into the row of alcohol, sending beer and bottles of wine crashing to the floor along with my father. I ran up to Vic who looked ready to throw another swing. I grabbed hold of his arm, but in his rage he turned quickly and pushed me away roughly. I didn't fall though but I did stumble back a little and knocked into the opposite shelf, sending one bottle off the shelf and smashing to the floor. Vic had grabbed onto my dad's shirt, ready to punch him, but the second he heard the smash of the bottle I had knocked over he looked up with an apologetic look as if just realizing what he did.