Let Love Bleed Red (TFIOK Sequel)

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm writing this at 3AM oops. I'm so sorry about this taking 5ever.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

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VIC'S POV:

I woke up to the smell of pancakes cooking. When I reached over to hug Kellin, he wasn't there, so I figured he's the one making the food. You never know around here though, sometimes Matty or Fronz will just like barge into our house in the mornings and makes what ever the hell they want. Fronz likes to put whiskey instead of water into the pancake batter when he makes them, but thats really not the point here.

My stomach grumbled as I got onto my feet for the first time today. What time is it even? My eyes met the bright lights of the alarm clock. '8:30 A.M.' Ugh. Kellin, I love you, but please sleep in later  because mornings suck ass.

I followed the smell of our breakfast and greeted my raven haired husband.

"Good Morning babe." I said, and kissed his cheek.

"Good Morning to you too sleeping beauty." He chuckled.

He then proceeded to flip the pancake to let the other side cook. He spun around, grabbed a plate with a stack of pancakes on it, and put the one from the pan at the top of the stack. He was so into making these things.

As Kellin had his fun cooking, my mind wandered back to what he had said last night. Lately he's been a little self-destructive you know? It's like he feels like he's not good enough for anything. He doesn't tell anyone this, so no one notices but me. What was the idea he had? I'll have to ask him about it today.

"Here we go." Kellin cheered. He placed A plate of 3 huge flapjacks in front me. He sat across the table from me, with his on plate of food.

I dug into the food, causing my stomach to finally stop making weird noises. Kellin really did make the best pancakes.

"So, how'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Eh, okay I guess. You know how I suck at sleeping." He responded, syrup dripping down his chin. I leaned across the table and licked the syrup off. "Vic what the hell?" he whined.

"You had syrup on your chin." I giggled. His face crept to a grin, and next thing we knew, we were both laughing.

"Now my chins wet." he complained.

"I can make other things wet with my tounge if you want" I winked.

We both finished up our pancakes and placed our forks and plates into the sink. What a great way to start the day.

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"That one looks like Jesus and a Watermelon fucking!" Kellin exclaimed. He pointed up to a white blob in the sky. Was it weird to say he was right about this one?

"That's different." I chuckled.

We were now on the hood of our car, laying on our backs, watching the clouds in the middle of an open field. We'd discovered this place when we moved up. Let's say Kellin isn't the greatest with directions and got us wayyyy lost.

I laced my tan fingers with his pale ones. Our hands fit perfectly together, even though his were larger than mine.

The clouds were strange today. All I really saw was blobs of nothing. So many ideas could come from them, but I was brain dead. Speaking of ideas..

"Hey babe?" I spoke.

"Yeah?"

"What was that idea you were talking ahout yesterday?"

He opened his mouth, but closed it a few moments later. It was like he was hesitant to tell me? I don't know.

"Do you promise you won't think I'm.. I dunno, crazy?" He spoke with caution, like he was talking to glass.

"Of course I won't, Kellin. Now on with this idea, I've been curious." I replied.

"Well, there are so many bad people in this world you know? Especially a lot in our lives, like Jenna, Craig, Kate. Have you ever thought about how they're never going to have to pay for what they've done? Craig is out of jail, Jenna just go out of prison, Kate's hitting Cope again. And what is happening to them? Nothing. I think we should make them pay. Don't you think they deserve to pay?"

I nodded my head slowly, processing everything. I understood what he was saying, really I did, but where was he going with this? I squeezed his hand, as a signal in telling him to proceed.

"I think.. I think that we should create a hitlist. " He said.

A hitlist ? What the actual fuck Kellin? Killing people?

"A... hitlist?"

"Yeah, with Kate, Craig, and Jenna on it. Baby, we have to take these things into our own hands. The law isn't gonna do shit for us at this point. We could have Monz watch over Copeland. You know how Matty has wanted a kid. I'm not saying she'll be his, but we'll be on the run, won't we? But if this world doesn't have these bad people in it, wont it be good again? Do you get what I'm saying?" He explained.

"I suppose, but Kellin this is our whole lives."

"But we'll have eachother Vic. Us against the world."

I couldn't admit it to Kellin, but this was crazy talk. Killing people? Oh my god. I was scared, really scared.

But when I married him, I said I'd do anything for him.

"Well.. okay."

A/N:
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