I Can't Make You Stay [Kellic]

Chapter 9

Vic's POV:

I quickly walked out the front doors. I didn't really know where I was going, but none of the secretaries in the office tried to stop me from leaving, so I kept going.

As soon as I got outside the cool afternoon air hit my face. I kept forgetting that We didn't live in California anymore, this was Michigan, and they had more than one type of weather. It was dark and hazy, and there were small droplets falling from the sky.

I really didn't know my way around this town so I just started walking. I knew that I couldn't go back into that school, not for the rest of the day anyway.

As I made my way down a sidewalk, bordered by trees and other various shrubbery, the slight drizzle got heavier and heavier until it was a steady rain.

Usually I would care that everything on me was getting soaked, and potentially ruined, but right now, I just didn't.

The rain drops mixed with the tears flowing down my cheeks and there was eventually a point in which the only reason I could tell I was still crying was my shaky shallow breaths.

At some point I reach a clearing. I didn't really know how long I had been walking for, but I knew it had been a while.

The rain had lightened up enough so I could see, though it was still pretty hard, and I saw a bridge. As I got closer to it I realized there was a large drop off, into a very fast-flowing river beneath it.

I continued walking and once I reached the middle of the bridge I looked over the edge. I tightly gripped the cold, wet handrail to try and constrain myself from just jumping over it.

The water moved quickly, sweeping away leaves and branches as they fell in a matter of seconds.

That could be me. Just whisked away. In a matter of seconds this could all be over.

I didn't have control over my body when I lifted my right leg over the bar. And then the left.

I stood on the small bit of concrete that stuck out on the other side, and gripped the bar behind me tightly.

No. I told myself, don't let go.

...But, what if I were to slip? What if my hand just slid off... I mean it's raining, it would probably be counted as an accidental drowning. That would be a lot easier on my family.

I leaned forward as far as my arms would let me and closed my eyes.

Kellins POV:

I ducked into one of the bathrooms as far away from the cafeteria as I could get.

I let the tears flow down my cheeks and I looked at myself in the mirror.

Fucking pathetic, Kellin.

I slammed my fist up against the mirror.

You're fucking pathetic. You're going to let all those kids get to you? All those worthless kids who mean nothing?

I slammed my fist against the mirror again, this time leaving a small crack.

This is ridiculous.

Jaime is a lowlife, scumbag. You should never let him have the satisfaction of hurting you ever again. Ever.

I kicked at the tile on the wall and knotted my hands in my hair pulling on it as hard as I could.

"Fuck!" I screamed and let go of my hair and just swung my arms hitting and kicking whatever was around me.

I leaned up against the wall and let myself slide down it.