Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 33

Song of the Chapter: Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

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Name of the Chapter: Nameless.

Kayleigh's POV

My head rested on his chest, his body moving up and down as he took each breath. His light, barely noticeable snores and his hand that no longer traced patterns and rested on my bare hip, told me that he was heavily asleep. We both were naked, but covered from the waist down because of the sheet that lay on top of us, making me see every white and pink scars that littered his arm and a fair few that were on his stomach. My fingers lightly brushed over the marks, feeling the bumps that were just like mine. My hands roamed his stomach, only feeling the bones that now barely stuck out. He wasn't completely better, but I don't care what he looks like, whether it be muscly or chubby or just the way he is now, as long as he is the same person that I fell in love with.

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I wasn't paying attention to what I was looking at. I just leant against the kitchen bench, thinking. I was so out of it today. I was in a daze. I was completely dressed, it was really hot. I had a singlet and shorts on, and yet I was still sweating. I felt like I was living in a desert.
Vic was in the shower and Janice was asleep in her room, which she has been for a few hours now because she only just got home from doing whatever she does.

I was thinking about how I needed to get a job because we were running low on money. I was thinking about how we [Vic and myself] needed to get an apartment somewhere away from Janice. I was getting so sick of her, ever though I barely saw her. But then again, seeing that woman once a week would be enough to drive a man insane. She seemed a bit off aswell, glaring at me, making comments under her breath too low for me to hear. She was constantly trying to steal my credit cards and stuff like that. I pretended I didn't notice her when she would open my purse. I would ask her what she was doing, but I tried to act like I wasn't suspicious. She wasn't out as often as she was before, which was unusual and annoying at the same time because I hate her attitude towards me and Vic. My entire being disliked her with utmost passion, without actually hating her because, a small part of me, very deep, deep down in the pit of my heart did feel a small bit of sympathy for the way she had turned out. But then I remember its entirely her fault that she's a coke sniffer and sleeps around like a prostitute whose rent is due. Then I got back to hating her.

I looked at the clock and read 1:00pm, and thought it would be best to go to grocery shopping because the fridge was empty and I was hungry. So, I got out paper and a pen, wrote down what I needed to get, went to Janice's room, let myself in, tried not to die as dodged the mess on the floor and bought my face to Janice's ear as she lay asleep on the bed and with the utmost joy, I screamed as loud as I could, waking her up in a panic.

I tried to muffle my laughter as she shat herself from the fright and said, "Do you need anything from the shops?"

"What the fuck was that?" She panted, trying to regain her composure.

"I don't think they have that at the shops but I could ask," I covered my mouth, still chuckling from the response I got.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

"But seriously do you need anything from the shops?"

"I need alcohol and ice cream."

"More alcohol? I thought you said you were never drinking again." I raised my eyebrow, "or have you changed your mind since you got home?"

"Well, yeah but just I case I change my mind" she shot a look at me, it definitely wasn't a nice one.

"Okay, whatever you want. Just don't come crying to me when you have a thumping hangover and you're vomiting all over the floor."