Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 13

*Vic's POV*

"Kells, hurry up or we'll miss the flight." I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm almost done." Kellin shouted back.

I still can't believe that he agreed to go with me. You see, I've been trying to convince Kellin to leave with me ever since the cops left my house earlier this day. It was tough at first...

"I can't do it, Vic."

We were still sitting on the small couch in the cabin. Kellin was looking outside, soon focusing his gaze from the window onto my face. "I can't leave with you." He stated. I noticed that his eyes were starting to fill with tears.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, genuinely confused. "We have to leave, they would arrest me, Kellin, we don't have any other choice."

"I have family and friends here, Vic. I-I can't do this to them, I can't leave them." He covered his face with his hands as he let out a quiet sob.

I pulled him into a hug and let him cry. While he cried, I tried to think of a plan how to make Kellin go with me and make up a plan I did. Only, I won't exactly tell him the truth. Kellin's tears eventually vanished and I pushed him away a little. I took his chin between my thumb and my index finger and made him look at me again.

From there it all went just right...

"You listen to me, okay?" I asked and he nodded, sniffing a little. "We won't be gone forever, silly. It's more of a trip, we'll come back, we just have to hide for a while, okay? We will come back."

"Really?" He asked shyly.

"I swear to god, you're the cutest thing ever. And yes, really." I smiled a little at the boy in front of me. He sent me a smile back and then leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.

"Okay." He breathed out into the kiss, moving his lips softly against mine.

After that we went to the house together. We immediately began packing a bag with mainly my clothes since Kellin didn't really have anything else besides the stuff he wore on the day he got in here. I also wanted to pack some of my favorite weapons, but we were going by plane so it won't exactly be the best thing to do...

*Kellin's POV*

I grabbed the packed bag and carried it downstairs. I sat it on the ground and then I noticed Vic putting something inside. I couldn't see what it was but I just shrugged it off.

"Did you pack everything?" Vic wanted to know. I nodded in response and he only smiled, lacing his fingers with mine. "Alright, let's go then." He said, grabbing the bag and leading me out of the house. We stepped outside and just then I noticed that his house is indeed in the middle of woods which I, on one hand, totally understand and which I'm, on the other hand, pretty creeped out about. There could be so many wild animals that might attack us anytime if they got over the fence. Anyway, I shook the thought out of my head and began walking towards Vic's car with him by my side. Vic put the bag on the backseats while I sat in the front. Vic then got in the driver's seat and we began driving towards the airport.

Not even ten minutes into the drive Vic's phone went off in the compartment next to me. I looked at the screen and noticed that Mike was calling.

"It's Mike." I said.

"Pick it up and put it on speaker." Vic said, not taking his eyes off the branchy road. I did as I was told and held the phone between me and Vic.

"Hey, little bro." Vic greeted Mike, smiling a little. I heard Mike sigh at the other end and chuckled at him.

"I'm taller than you, idiot." Mike stated. "Anyway, why did you call? I was working so I couldn't pick it up."

"I just called because I needed to tell you that we're leaving, me and Kellin. I got into some trouble so we're leaving for a while." Vic said, sending me a sad smile.

"Oh, okay. Just...be safe, alright?" Mike asked softly. I couldn't help but smile at how caring he was over his older brother.

"You too, Mikey, you too." Vic smiled to himself. I honestly can't believe that this man sitting next to me is the man that murdered all the people, including his parents. He seems so nice and caring, hell, he even proved that to me, yet I know the horrible truth. I know that he's a murdered and that he's fucked up. I also know that he won't probably ever change, but the thing is, I don't care. I guess if he wasn't the way he is, I wouldn't have probably met him which would make my life much more boring...

"Alrighty then, I-wait the fuck up, did you just say 'me and Kellin'? He's still alive?" Mike asked, apparently shocked about my permanent existence.

"Yup, he's more alive than ever." Vic answered.

"How come? I thought that he would be dead by now." Mike said. I didn't really know how to react to that so I just stared emotionlessly at the road. What should I even say to that?

"I could never do that, Mike. He's too...rare, too interesting." I looked at Vic who smiled at me before he turned his gaze back to the road. I blushed at his words, letting a small smile creep upon my face.

Mike let out a content sigh, saying, "That's cute, anyway, I'll probably go now. Take care, see you soon."

"Bye, Mikey." Vic said. I said my goodbye as well and then hung up. I looked outside the window, noticing that the sun was slowly setting down. I wonder how long will it take to get to the airport. Wait, I don't even know where we're going, in the first place.

"Vic? Have you thought of where we're going yet or not?" I asked.

"Uhm, I have indeed thought about it and maybe we could go to Europe. I was thinking of Netherlands." He shrugged. Netherlands? That's so cool, I've always wanted to see Amsterdam. "Should I put on some music?" Vic asked, taking a quick glance at me.

"Sure." I said.

So we did just that, listened to music and talked a little. After like five minutes we drove out of the woods and another half an hour later we arrived to the airport. This could sound ridiculous, but I actually put on a fake mustache and tugged all my hair under a beanie so I wouldn't get recognized. Vic wore a mustache and a beanie as well along with a beard. Eventually I finished my look with a pair of huge glasses.

"We look like fucking idiots." I laughed as I checked myself in Vic's phone screen.

"Hey, at least you're not the one with a freaking beard." Vic commented. I chuckled at him and muttered 'true' under my breath. We got out of the car, taking the bag and walking towards the main building. The wind was whisking us in our faces. I haven't realised that the wind was so strong when we were leaving Vic's house.

We passed a few people, some of them muttering 'freaking hipsters' under their breaths and rolling their eyes. Vic seemed pretty pissed off at them, but I only laughed. Oh, I forgot to mention, we both wore button up shirts, colorful skinny jeans and Vans. You can't really blame those people.

We got to the board that showed all the flights for next couple of hours. Vic had told me that we'll have to fly from San Diego to Houston from where it flies to Amsterdam.

"There it is." I stated, pointing at the board. Vic looked where I was pointing and at that moment both of our faces fell. I blinked a few more times just to make sure I wasn't imagining things, but unfortunatelly, I wasn't. The flight had been canceled.

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Hi! Sorry I haven't updated this week, I've been kinda busy lately.

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And lastly, there will only be like one or two next chapters. I never really planned to make this story a long one so...

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