Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 15 (final)

"Ugh." I groaned, shifting onto my back. The light coming from outside hit me in the face as I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I looked to my right, smiling at the sleeping human being beside me. He looked so beautiful, so peaceful, so...innocent. How could have someone like that done such bad things? I don't get it. I don't get why I fell for that person. I don't get why I lov-

Whoa, hold up there. Love? I don't love him, do I? I mean, how could I love Vic? It hasn't even been that long since we "met". I don't love him. I can't love him. It's not right, we're not even officially together.

Vic groaned next to me, pulling me closer to his body. I smiled slightly, cuddling into his chest, entwining our legs together.

"Hey gorgeous." He said in a raspy voice. His hand was smoothing my hair softly. I looked up at him just to see he was staring back at me lovingly.

"Hi." I smiled back.

"We should probably get something to eat and then get going." Vic announced, still running his hand over my hair. I wanted to never leave that bed. I felt so comfortable, it was just us. I wanted the moment to last forever. I wanted Vic to not be a killer. I wanted myself to not be his victim. I wanted the cops to not follow us. I just wanted for us to be normal...

But things are never the way you want them to be.

"I'm gonna get food and you get ready, alright?" Vic asked. I just nodded, not hiding the grin that spread across my lips as he pecked them softly. He untangled himself from my body, standing up and searching for his boxers. I chewed on my lip ring as I watched him getting dressed. What can I say, I never want to miss a chance of seeing Vic naked.

He smirked when he noticed me glaring. "You're too obvious." He stated. I shrugged, smirking as well. He laughed, continuing to get dressed. He then came over to the bed, hovering above me to kiss me once again. He pressed his lips against mine, cupping my cheek in his hand.

"I'll be right back." He whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I nodded, gazing into his brown orbs. He nodded as well, pulling away, taking his wallet and walking out of the room. I heard the door close and sighed contentedly. I'd love to do this everyday, as partners, in our own house. It would be so nice to have someone as Vic by my side. Only, I won't really be able to tell my family who he is. I miss them so much, I can't wait to get back to San Diego.

There was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows, did Vic get back that quickly? That's pretty impossible. Anyway, I got up from the bed and walked over to the doors. I opened up and sure enough, Vic was there. He pushed past me, closing and locking the door behind him.

"We have to go, like right now. I heard the lobby guy talking to cops." He said, packing our bag. My eyes widened, but I quickly began getting dressed. Vic had everything packed and was opening the window just as there was a knock on the door. We hurriedly jumped out of the window, straight into bushes. In front of us was the parking lot and no one seemed to be around so we got to our car safely. We got in and quickly drove off. I was breathing heavily, but Vic only seemed pissed off.

"I'm so stupid, I forgot about our cover. He must have recognized us." Vic kept muttering to himself.

"It's not your fault." I touched his thigh softly, trying to persuade him, but he pushed my hand away.

"Shut up, you annoying slut." He spat at me venomously. I could only glare at him as he had this hateful look on his face. I didn't want to believe he just called me that. It hurt like a thousand daggers stabbing into my heart. I wanted to cry. He just called me a slut. I'm not a slut, I knew that, but coming from Vic, it felt like he carved the word into my stomach, like the pain wasn't meant to be stopped. The scars on my stomach suddenly started to hurt. I placed my hand over them, feeling sort of dizzy.