I Can't Save You (Kellic)

Chapter 18

Vic's POV

When I told Kellin I wasn't going to my parents house, I should have thought about where else I would go. I couldn't go to my own home, and I couldn't go to my boyfriends house. Well, I guess I'll call him ex-boyfriend, considering I never want to go home again.

Oh, how the tables have turned. A week ago, I would have done everything to go back home to my dull life and well, live. Now I am begging for something more, something upbeat to keep my breath locked within my ribs. But as I'm walking down the back roads to get to somewhere bigger than where I'm at, I realize that I can't make my life exciting like I want it to be. Hell, I've never even wanted my life to be anything other than normal and smooth flowing.

But I've had some training while I was away, and I know how I can spice things up. In order for me to do so, I have to settle down somewhere and get on my feet. Lord knows that Kellin has had me off of them for so long. I know that I miss him, but I'm also a big prideful piece of shit, so I wouldn't dare walk back to that cabin. Maybe I'm hoping he would find me.

Actually, I do hope he finds me. Cause that means for once, someone put in effort to look for me.

My thoughts blew to the side as I saw a car heading my way. Not knowing what to do, I stuck my thumb out. Luckily for me, the car slowed to a stop a few feet in front of me. Walking up to the rolled down window, I peered in. An overweight man was behind the wheel, a five o clock shadow covering his jaw and cheeks.

"Where ya headed?" He said, his voice laced with a southern accent. Which was weird, considering I knew that Kellin hadn't driven that far down.

"Does this place have a motel close? I'm not from around here." I asked. He shook his head.

"Nah, but there is one down a couple miles. It'd be a bitch to walk. Hop in, I can take ya there." I opened the passenger door, hesitantly sliding into his modern truck. This man looked super friendly, but I was still very hesitant and weary of his actions.

"What's your name, son?" He asked.

"Uh, Alex. Alex Johnson." I lied, almost shaking at the thought of him finding out that I'm the missing person that everyone is looking for.

"Are you cold? I've got a jacket in the glove box." I nodded, opening the compartment to see he had a shining knife in there. Pretending I didn't see it, I picked up the jacket that mostly covered the shining metal.

"I feel a little sick. I'd hate to throw up in your car. Do you mind pulling over really quick?" I lied, covering my mouth to dramatize it. He turned the wheel, gravel crunching under the tires as we swerved into the shoulder.

Before he could think, I opened up that glove box and took that shining knife along with a tissue.

"This should spice it up." I said, before plunging the knife into his ribs, probably missing his heart. I took another slash, smiling as his eyes rolled back.

It all happened so quick. From the time his sharp weapon stared at me to now, I made the decision to kill him.

I wanted to see what Kellin enjoyed.

But now, I see it as clear as day.