Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 11

"Are you serious?!" I exclaimed with a laugh. Vic was just telling me a story from high school. He said that he used to get irritated with people asking him if he was gay or not so one day he casually walked into a canteen, got on one of the tables with a megaphone in his hand and yelled, "Yes, I'm gay, a fucking homo. And you better fucking deal with it!" Then he got down from the table and walked out of the room like nothing happened. I wish I were that confident when I was at high school, the only person that knew I was gay was Justin.

Ah, Justin...I wonder how's he doing. I fucking miss that guy. Maybe he misses me just as much and tries to find out where I am. Or maybe he had already given up and moved on with his life. It's hard to tell, I've been in Vic's house for maybe a month so there might be a chance that Justin is still searching for me. I hope so, at least.

"Yeah, I am actually. It was one of the best days of my life." He smiled, shifting in his chair. We were sitting outside at his terrace, facing each other as we talked about our lives. It felt so weird, to be honest. We were acting like we knew each other for years, yet we clearly did not. I was also feeling much more comfortable around him.

"Really? Why not the best one?" I wanted to know, tilting my head to the side.

"Don't know, I guess there were better ones." He shrugged and I nodded in understatement. We then fell into silence, I was looking at my thumbs and Vic was staring at me. He does that quite a lot, but I'm not really sure why.

"Why do you keep on doing that?" I asked, making an eye contact with him.

"I don't know, I guess I just find you entrancing. For example the fact that you stayed so strong after what I've put you through, most of the others would be on the edge of craziness by now...also, I really like watching you chew on that little lip ring of yours." He shot me a smirk. I've never realised I was doing that.

"How do you even notice these things?" I wanted to know.

He shrugged, saying, "Not sure, just do." I nodded and then we began talking about bad habits and stuff like that when I pulled out another subject; family.

"So, what's your family like? Do they know about your job?" I asked, looking at the guy in front of me. He looked uncomfortable with that question. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket nervously.

"I...uhm...you know about Mike, he's not really okay with it, but I don't care." He said, only stating what I already knew. He was clearly avoiding talking about his parents.

"Yeah, I know." I told him. "And what about your parents?"

"My parents, right...well, they're not alive anymore." He said, surprising me.

"What happened to them?" I questioned in a sympathetic tone.

"I-I had to do it, I didn't have any other choice." He said, panicking. I, on the other hand, was confused about what he was saying.

"What do you mean, Vic? What did you do?"

"I killed them." He said. "They were the first ones." My mouth fell open at his words. "I didn't want to, I really did not, but they were hurting Mike, they abused him physically, sometimes even for things he didn't do. I couldn't stand seeing him in pain anymore. One day I got home and found Mike in my room, bleeding from several places and so I grabbed a knife in the kitchen and when they were sleeping, I slit both of their throats." I saw a tear roll down Vic's cheek and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I'm seriously going crazy...

"It's not your fault, Vic. They deserved it for what they did to Mike."

"It is my fault, though. The fact that you're here is my fault. Everything is my fault. All of-" I pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. He was probably surprised, not kissing me back. I moved my lips against his and I could swear that for a moment I felt him kiss back, but right after that he pushed me away, standing up.