Trust // KELLIC

Chapter 12

The few minutes by myself turned into a few hours and I wasn't really sure why. I needed some time to myself to sort out all of my thoughts, but really I didn't think too much. I kind of just lay there, letting my mind relax and taking everything in. A lot had happened in such a short amount of time, so I guess I just needed a little space to breathe. Eventually I found myself feeling pretty lonely and after a week of feeling like this, I kind of wanted some human contact. So, I got out of bed and left the room.

When I went downstairs I heard the TV on and saw Vic sitting there by himself. He turned his head as soon as my feet hit the hardwood floors at the bottom of the stairs. He gave me a small, sad smile.

"Hey, you were up there for a while. I started to think maybe you changed your mind...or something," he said.

I don't think I've ever seen his eyes look so lost. I knew he was sorry. Every time I looked into his eyes I could see it. So now I had two options; I could continue making him feel bad when I know he already feels bad enough, or I can try and get our relationship back on track. I decided to go with the latter, because well I really fucking missed Vic and I just want everything to be okay again.

"What are you watching?" I asked, changing the subject. I looked to the TV and saw some action-like film which I probably wouldn't have cared too much for. Vic was into that though.

"I don't even know. I'm barely paying attention," he said and turned back to the screen.

I walked around to the front of the couch to where he was sitting. We watch movies together a lot, it's actually one of my favorite things to do with him, and we always got extra cozy, and since I wanted things to go back to normal, I guess the best way to do that is to do normal things. So I went over to him and he looked up at me as I sat down on his lap, both of my legs to one side resting on the couch, my back against the arm of the chair. I noticed Vic's smile and smiled back before resting my head on his shoulder and looking at the screen. He had one arm around me and the other rested on my thigh, but not too high which I was thankful for. I didn't want to have a panic attack or anything like that.

This was nice. I liked this. I liked how strong his arms were and I liked how warm he was and the sense of safety I had with him. He broke my trust, but I don't know. He was still the same Vic to me, he just made a really fucking dumb mistake and obviously I'm still mad about that and I probably will be for a while, but he's Vic, my Vic and I can't not forgive him.

He started playing with my hand and I smiled. I was feeling really good after making up with him. Maybe it was because I was down for so long that this bit of happiness just means so much more right now. He fingers trailed up my arm and then he stopped and started tracing circles.

"How did you get these?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, a little confused, before I looked down at my arms and saw the remnants of my bruises from Brad. "Oh...them. Uh, my dad...he grabbed me," I lied.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Why? You didn't do it," I said. I pulled back a little so I could look at him.

"I could have stopped it from happening somehow," he said.

"You tried. You tried to warn me and to look out for me but I wouldn't listen," I told him.

"Yeah, 'cause you're stubborn," he said with a little chuckle to lighten the mood. I smiled too and rolled my eyes.

"Thank you though, for trying and for not giving up. It means a lot," I said, because that was the truth. He did try really hard even though I didn't want anything to do with him. It just shows me I actually mean something to him.