A Flair For The Dramatic

22. abusive

Kellin's pov

As I cry in the passenger seat of a strangers car I can't help but steal glances at him. Through teary eyes I can see a few strong observations. 

He's attractive, older, and probably in an abusive relationship. You think that's a big assumption but I'm smart about things like this. He had bruises and it's not like he fought back. He's knuckles are undamaged.

In the group chat I've gathered that he's always breaking up with his boyfriend. Or 'josh' breaks up with him a lot. Then I know he's randomly logging out of mincraft a lot. Plus the bruises.. It just seems like it.

He looks in his twenties and he's covered in tattoos. His sharp features give him a manly look but his soft eyes make me feel like he's not as stone cold as he looks, plus he let me hug him..

God I'm so embarrassing when I'm upset. My sobbing has quieted down but the tears seem to just never end. He's quite and it's pretty awkward but I can't start a conversation because of my given state.

"P-phone," I stutter out looking at him desperately. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and gives it to me. When I take it I cant help but notice the bruised wrists.

I turn on his phone and swipe the lock screen that has no actual lock. His homescreen is of him and a guy sticking their tongues out holding each other's faces. I go to his phone app and type in my mom's number.

I take a deep breath and press call. With shaking hands I hold it to my ear and listen to the rings. When she doesn't answer my breathing stops. "Hey, what happened?" He says not pronouncing and of the 'h' sounds.

I shake my head 'no' and type in my dad's number. I try calling him but he doesn't answer. Slowly I realized that she really did die. I suppress a sob and hide my face in my knees.

"Do you want music? Or.. to talk? I don't know how to comfort someone so upset.." he says and I ignore him.

After a little while we pull up at a smaller size house but for two people it's not that small. He gets out and I try to open the door but I can't find the handle for a moment and then he's opening the door for me.

I get out wiping my face for the hundredth time. My cheek hurt from all the rubbing.. "come on, I'll take you to a room you can relax in? These a bathroom if you need to shower or or I don't know," he says looking nervous.

I nod and he leads me in. A guy, the one from the picture, looks at me and Oli. "She's very upset and she's going to sta-" Oli starts but the guy walks away slamming a door.

"Okay.. um.. follow me," Oli says leading me to a room.

"Um, this is my room so dont feel unwelcome. I couldn't care less if you mess with anything. Bed. Bathroom. Towels are under the sink. Clothes are in drawers if you need," he says pointing at things.

I nod and then my mind clicks back to what he said a little while ago. She. Does he think I'm a girl?

He looks around the room in thought. "Do you need anything? I could make pizza rolls?" He says and I look down at my feet. How can I eat when I'm this upset. I'm mouth tastes like.. ew.

"Thank you.. I'm just going to take a shower, cry, and sleep if that's okay?" I mumble feeling weak. My legs still ache from running. My back hurts from sitting on the curb. My wrists hurt to..

"Yeah, well, yeah. Preferably no crying but I cant stop you.." he says and I nod a little. "I'll be in the living room until about 2am then I'll be with Josh and.. it's best if you dont disturb him. But I'll be back in the living room around 5 or 6am so if you need me then I'll be happy to help," he tells me awkwardly going to the door.

He leaves shutting the door and I mope around for a little while until I then go into the bathroom and take turn on the shower. I take off my shirt and get the urge to smell my shirt.

I frown when it smells like sweat. This is why I dont exercise.. I guess I'll steal- I mean borrow some of his clothes. I strip the rest of the way and get in the burning water.

Tears mix with the water and I wash myself hoping to wash away the sadness. After a while of crying and showering I turn of the water.

I dry my hair and body as much as I can and then put on my underwear.  I'm not going to wear someone's underwear. Well if mine were truly dirty I would but they are not. Slowly I go into the room and go to the dresser. I feel weird going through someone's stuff but he did give me permission.

Carefully I open the drawer and pick out a hoodie and slip it on. It's too big but its comfortable. I then crawl into the comfortable bed and pull the warm heavy blankets over me as I slide in.

With bad thoughts polluting my mind I end up crying myself to sleep. The lights are on but I'm to upset to even be bothered by it.

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Was this okay?

Theories? (Omg I'm so stupid and cant spell)

Thoughts on Oli?

Josh?

Kellin (ik I've asked because but this is like a check up or whatever)

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