Have Faith In Me (Sequal to IHBNY and Trust) (Kellic)

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Kellin's POV:

I woke up the next morning feeling hungover and I couldn't remember a single thing from the previous afternoon and night. I can remember searching through the apartment for the alcohol and all my secret stashes and then that's it, I remember nothing else. I was lying in bed now and I rolled over, seeing Justin asleep next to me. When I got a better look at him I noticed a bruise on his cheek.

"Justin," I said quickly, waking him up. I moved closer and delicately held his face to examine him, "Did I do that to you?"

Justin blinked a few times before groaning and stretching as a welcome self up properly. He nodded slowly and looked at me.

"It's fine. You were totally out of it and I got in the way," he said. I couldn't help but feel bad even though I didn't remember it. This isn't the first time this has happened though. Usually, it happens because he's trying to take the alcohol off me and I can get violent.

"I'm sorry," I apologize bluntly. The whole heartfelt thing wasn't my thing anymore. I didn't care, I just didn't want to or didn't want to show it. If I care, I get close, then I get hurt and I've just shut down emotionally since Vic left me.

I kissed Justin's cheek and didn't say anything since I knew nothing could make it better. I'm such a fuck up, but Adam accepted that and he knew where the door was if he ever has enough or wants to leave. I got out of bed and looked back at Justin who looked like he was about to fall asleep again. I left the room, going out into the living room where I saw empty bottles of alcohol scattered over the coffee table. I wondered if the others had joined me or if this was all me. They don't usually join me though. They usually either leave the apartment or stay in their rooms. I sighed and went into the kitchen, found a garbage bag, and went about cleaning up. As I cleared the bottles off the table I noticed something else on it, the remnants of cocaine.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself. I hadn't done that in a while but I guess yesterday I just cracked. I brush the white powder off the table and into the trash and then tied the bag. I went outside the apartment and put the garbage down the garbage chute, then went back inside.

"Hey," a voice greeted me when I came back inside. It was Jesse.

"Hey," I said back in a monotone.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked.

"Just fine," I said coldly and walked away from him and back to mine and Justin's room. I was still angry at Jesse because it was his fault that Vic was here. I could argue with him about it for hours, but the majority always got the end say, and the majority wanted Vic.

I went back into my room and found some clothes before going into the shower we shared with Jack. Gabe and Jesse shared one over the other side of the apartment. I got in and let the hot water run over my body, refreshing me from the drug-induced hangover that I had. It wasn't very often that I did drugs, really, it wasn't. It wasn't like I was addicted or anything, because I'm not. I'm not that far gone.

Once I was done with my long shower I got dressed, went back into my bedroom and got back on the bed, and moved close to Justin. I put my arms around him and relaxed. It was still early so it would be a little while until we actually had to get up and do something. I wasn't feeling tired at all. I just lay there with him. I never usually get this affection with him but considering I hurt him I felt like I owed it to him, plus with Vic here now I feel so unstable, and Justin keeps me stable... usually.

"You're being cuddly today, "Justin said as he woke up. He turned around in my arms and slid his arm around me.

"Mhm," was my only response.