I've Broken Bones For You

Chapter 7

Chapter 7
Vic's P.O.V.
He isn't answering any of my calls. I don't even know if he listened to the messages. It's been a few days since he just up and left. I can understand that, but he didn't say a word to me about it. It's driving me insane not knowing how he is and what he's doing. He can't just show up at my house and not expect me to worry about him.

I should be glad he's out of the house, but I'm not. Kellin is going through something that shouldn't be done alone and here he is leaving and not even bothering to call me back. I'm panicking; I will never know if anything happened to him, if he's still alive. I don't know if he'd go that far, but from how he was doing the last time I saw him, I think he just might.

I'm considering calling him again. But that's just getting annoying and I know he won't answer. I don't want to blow up his phone with hundreds of voice messages. I don't want to be that type of guy.

"Dude, seriously, Kellin left for a reason. Stop worrying." My brother says from across the room. He's stuffing his face with left over cake, getting icing all over his cheeks like a little kid.

I sigh and rub my eyes. "Whatever Mike. I'm just worried about his well being, is all."

Mike huffs. "I get that man, but the problem is that you're becoming a little obsessive," He pauses, "I swear you have a thing for him."

I groan. "No, I do not have a thing for Kellin, my ex." I throw the last part in for good measure. Mike just smirks, flicking a cake crumb at me. I roll my eyes. There is no way I have a 'thing' for Kellin Quinn Bostwick. Nope, nope and nope. Nooooooooo. Must I stress it even more?

And as I'm thinking this, I'm subconciously pressing the call button.
I quicky hang up before the phone even registers what happened.

N-O. Period.

Mike is grinning like a fool at the other side of the room, picking off the last of his cake. When he's done, he makes a huge show of leaving the room. Once he's gone, I flop onto the couch, throwing an arm over my face. I need to find Kellin or I'm going to be eaten alive by my own insanity. What has this boy done to me, I swear. I'm falling into a hole for him, drowning myself for him.
I suppose I'm not trying hard enough. I haven't even found him, let alone spoken to him.

What if he's left the city? What if he got drunk again and got picked up at a party and kidnapped? What if he got super wasted and almost died?

Of course I'm over exaggerating. But I'm worried. I shouldn't be, not like this, not to this extent, but I am. I can't help it. He needs help; I don't know how long he's been hurting. I can't believe he used to be such a jerk. He put himself after everyone else and this is what has happened.

"Godammit." I mutter under my breath. Why do I have to be so worrisome?

I launch out of the position I was lying in
and quickly go outside, starting the car. It's a sunny day, fresh and bright, with barely any clouds in the sky. If it were any other day, I would love this weather, but I'm just not feeling it.

The car revs to life and I back out of the driveway. I'm going to go to Jaime's. He'll know what to do. No matter how much his memory was screwed over, he will always know how to handle these things better than me.

While driving to Jaime's, I try to keep my mind off of Kellin. It's hard to do that though. For a time, I did really like him. Though he'll probably never know that. He loved me, and I didn't treat him very well. I was a terrible boyfriend.
So why did he come to me? Why would he dare to show up at my house, risking getting his eyes clawed out? I'll never know the real answer to that, and maybe that's a good thing. Mysteries are good, even though you're dying to know what happens. Kellin is a mystery. He was a complete jerk for half of the time I knew him, and then it was like a switch was flipped. I was allowed to see him in the light.