Kings For Forever [Kellic] boyxboy

Chapter 22

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Kellins p.o.v

Vic hasn't been the same since the incident with Andy. He isn't as touchy as he was, and he kept to himself more. Whenever someone touches him, he flinches away. I'm the only exception other than his parents, he even twitches in angst when Mike just lays a finger on his small shoulder. It kills me, knowing what has happened to him will leave a sempiternal scar in his mind. I know that I can't erase the event from his brain, but I can make him foget about it by showing him all the glorious things in life and protecting him. I know that I am no buff or intimidating guy, but I will open up a can of WhoopAss.

Moreover Mike is furious, I haven't seen him like this ever. Jaime had to pull him off of Andy, leaving him bloodied and surely concussed. After, he stormed home and skipped both afternoon classes with Vic in tow. I went home with them but everyone else stayed so I thought untill they burst through the door right after us: Oli Frankie Tay Tony and Jenna (who must have a lot of balls skipping school, considering her mom is a teacher there). Vic's parents pressed charges against Andy, but Andy's parents are apparently billionares. Okay, maybe I'm way over exagerating but they are loaded as fuck. But, they got the best lawyers they got and they plead Andys stank ass innocent and he of course won, no form of punishment. Mrs. Fuentes cried for days, and Vic is now going to a therapist. Vic says that he is getting better but it dosen't show. He hasn't been eating and is sleeping the days away. He hasn't been going to school either, I try to stay home with him but my mom makes me go to school. I am not mad at her, I know she wants whats best for me; however, I need to watch over my world (AKA Victor Vincent Fuentes.)

I sigh as I look down at the tanned face of my boyfreind laying on his side next to me, his face snuggled into my chest. I watch as his slender stomach puffs up and down in a slow pattern. His shirt is risen up a bit so I can see his hip bone jutting out. I frown, he needs to eat. I can't let him get any thinner. He will surely get sick.

I look at the little purple, rectangular alarm clock on his bedside table. In faint, black words it says 3:37. Hmm, I bet he would like an early dinner. I get up from the bed slowly, not wanting to wake the small sleeping Mexican. I rest his head on the pillow and he stirrs for a moment, yet his eyes stay closed.

"Enchilada..." he groans in his slumber. I bite my lip so I don't laugh at his sudden Mexican outburst. Well I'm glad he is hungry! Enchiladas it is!

I tip toe down the hall way so Mike and Tony don't hear me. I don't feel like making a meal for four. I walk ever so slowly and carefully by Mike's door, and stop immediately as soon as I hear the muffled sobs of Mike's through to poster bedecked door.

"What if he falls back into it Tone? What if he relapses?"

I stiffen at his words, and my heart drops to my stomach. No... He couldn't. He wouldn't! Vic can't possibly fall back into those old, dreadful habbits. It just can't happen, I would die if I see one cut on his flawless skin. I can't bear to see him suffer.

"No Mike, he won't. He took his meds today, right?" Tony says in a calming voice.

Yes. He has.

I hear sniffles from Mike, "Yes."

My legs begin to shake, sobs catch in my throat but I bite them back along with the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Mike continues, "What if he..." Mikes words got interupted by his own sobs, my heart breaks even more. I cover my mouth and hold my stomach as if it were to deminish the sobs, "what if he cuts again? Tony, I don't know what I would do. Remember when he went too deep?" sniffles, "What if that happens again? I don't know what I will do Tone. I need him, Kellin needs him..." but before Mike could ramble on Tony interupted him with hushes. I darted away silently, trampling down the steps. I allow the soft sobs to escape my lips, and the tears to trail down my cheeks. I can't let Vic be that way again, I need him. I need him like a car needs gas, or a baby duck needs his mom. I can't live without him, hell! I can barely live with my own self!