Who Will Fix Me Now? (Kellic)

Chapter 3

Hey guys, I just want to warn you about certain part of this chapter, it may trigger some of you so I'll put a warning so you can skip it if you want to. Enjoy :)

*Two months and 25 days ago (age 17)*

I never really had a big amount of friends and neither did Vic, but we had each other and that mattered. Anyway, sometimes people used to decide to sit with us at lunch or in the class. There was for example this kid Alex. He talked a lot a was really friendly, but then one day Vic snapped at him because he was getting tired of Alex's unstopable talking and he practically scared Alex away. Alex then basically called us freaks and went to talk with Jack Barakat.

After Alex came more guys which thought we could be good friends, but none of them lasted very long time; Josh stated that we were spending way too much time together and called us faggots, Oliver used to hit on me all the time and when I had told him I wasn't interested, he left. Last but not least was Tony who only sat with us one time and we never heard of him ever again. Anyway, my point is that whenever somebody sat with us, we usually scared them away. Not that I minded, I was completely content with just Vic.

Talking about him, we were currently walking out of the school door when he spoke up.

"So I'll see you in a few at the tree?" He asked, sending me a cute smile.

"Yeah, sure." I told him. "Bye." I said and began walking towards my house. It was quite a long walk so I pulled out my iPod and put on Not So Tough Found Out by Copeland. Looking around, I could see the same boring family houses I saw every day.

Twenty minutes later I finally arrived home and went straight to my room. I heard a car pull into the driveway so I knew that Jim came from his work. I threw my school bag on the bed and went to the bathroom to put on a deodorant. I then slipped into my denim jacket because it was already getting colder outside. I was about to walk out the door and head over to our place, but someone was blocking my way, it was Jim.

"Why so quickly, Kellin?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes, pushing past him.

"I don't have time for this bullshit." I spat bitterly. He, however, caught my hand and pushed me against a wall. His fingers wrapped around my throat and I could only stare at him with wide eyes as I struggled to catch my breath. My own hands tried to push him away, but he was stronger than me.

"Oh really? Because I think you'll make some." With that he pushed me inside my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I tried to escape through the window, but he caught me.

WARNING!

"Get here, faggot." He commanded and I only shook my head, tears filling my eyes. He shot me a hateful look and took a step closer to me. I took a step back, colliding with the wall. He came over to me and shoved me so I fell on the floor. He then started kicking me in the stomach so hard I began full on crying. I was just trying to will this away. I thought about Vic going to the tree and not seeing me there, wondering what's happened. I was just trying to focus on anything else besides what was actually going on.

"Please, don't do this." I pleaded, tears rolling down my cheeks. He just laughed and spat in my face, chanting some sorts of homophobic slurs as always.

I was totally hysterical by then and it was hard to catch my breath. "Shut up!" He yelled at me, but I couldn't just stop crying, I tried to cover the sobs by burying my head into my arms.

My head was throbbing in pain from all the crying. When he got tired of kicking me, I quickly crawled into the corner of my room, as far away from the freak as I could.

"If you tell someone about this," he started, causing me to look at him through the tears, "I'll fucking kill you." With that he left the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

WARNING OVER

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One of the things I admired about Vic was his ability to say when something is wrong and that's why I wasn't really suprised when I heard his familiar voice echo through the house.

"Where is he, you sick fuck!?" He yelled from downstairs, making me jump. I was sitting in the same position for an hour, or maybe it was just ten minutes, I wasn't sure. I couldn't move from that place on the floor so I sat there with my legs pulled to my chest as I cried. I've never thought that something like this would happen to me, that Jim would actually go this far, but apparently I was wrong.

"Kells?" I heard from the door, but I didn't look up. Vic came over to me and helped me get up. I squealed in pain and he jumped in fear. He was being so careful with me, it was almost like he was afraid that he might break me. The thing was, though, that I was already broken.

"Let's get you out of here." He whispered, leading me out of my room and eventually out of the house.

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