Who Will Fix Me Now? (Kellic)

Chapter 4

*Two months and 25 days ago*

Vic was never really one to ask many questions. Like one day when he had seen me with bruises on my body for the first time; he just kind of tilted his head to one side, analysed the damage and then looked into my eyes and that was it. He never asked how I got them, but I was sure he knew that I knew that he knew who the bruises came from.

Anyway, as I said, he didn't ask very often so I wasn't surprised that he hadn't said a single word ever since we sat under the tree, half an hour ago. He, however, lit up a cigarette. His second one since we got there. He was clearly waiting for me to say something, but the thing was, I couldn't.

I couldn't say what that bastard had done to me, I didn't even want to think about it. It was kind of tough, though, considering the fact that my body hurt as hell and I could practically feel everything that I've eaten that day, coming up my throat. Before it was too late, I stood up and ran as far as I could before I emptied my stomach out. I threw up in one of the bushes that were like ten meters away from the tree. When I was done, I sat down far enough from the bush and buried my face into my hands as I began crying. There was a sound of branch cracking up behind me so I knew Vic was close.

"Go away." I choked out, more tears spilling from my eyes. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was there, I could smell his scent, the scent that I've always loved. He smelled like cigarettes and cologne, it was wonderful. I felt him sit behind me and then he pulled me closer to him, situating me in between his legs. His arms snaked around my waist and he lay his chin on my shoulder. His cigarette wasn't with him anymore so he must have thrown it out.

"I told you to go away." I said, calming down a bit. He just had this effect on me, he would either make my heart beat so it basically almost jumped out of my chest, or calm me down only by pulling me into a hug. I uncovered my face and sighed, moving closer to his body. I placed my hands over his and leaned my back against his chest.

"Why can't we just be normal?" I asked, looking up at the sky. Vic just chuckled, brushing his nose against my neck.

"There are other people for that." He said and I nodded, returning my head into its former position because my neck was starting to hurt. I've also noticed that it was getting darker.

"Could I maybe stay at your place for a while?" I asked hopefully. He didn't even hesitate before answering.

"F'course." He agreed. Then we fell into silence, I had a feeling that Vic was pondering about something so I didn't want to interrupt him. He was still holding me, letting his warm breath colliding with the skin on my neck.

"We should go." He eventually said and unwrapped his arms from around me. We both stood up and began walking towards his house. Thankfully we didn't have to pass my house as we walked. We soon arrived and Vic groaned in as he saw his mom's car parked in the driveway. He didn't even bother greeting her as we stepped inside and neither did she greet Vic. No 'I'm glad you're home' kiss on his cheek, no wave, not even a fucking 'hey'. Nothing. I did say hello, but she didn't really aknowledge my existence either so I just followed Vic into his room.

"I know I said that you could stay in here, but I thought about it and neither of us really wants to be in their homes, so what if we went to the abandoned house we found? It could be just the two of us. I know it's for sale, but no one really wants to live there so..." And it was true, the house was for sale, but no one was interested in it. It was also about twenty minutes from our school.

I didn't really care where we would be staying, I just didn't want to be at home with Jim. I never wanted to see him ever again. So I nodded to Vic's idea and he smiled, turning around to collect some of his stuff while I sat on his bed. His room was quite a mess, but he always seemed to know where everything was. Anyway, ten minutes later, he had everything he needed; his guitar, a backpack and a bag where he stuffed some of his clothes, his duvet and some of my clothes as well (I often slept over so I had some of my stuff in his room, just in case). I grabbed Vic's guitar, he took the other two bags and to my surprise, we headed downstairs. I had thought that we would have to climb out of the window or something, but apparently I was wrong.

"Mom, I'm staying at Kellin's for a couple days, bye." He yelled, she just made a small noise as if she was agreeing and then we walked out the door. It was already dark outside.

"Well, that was easy." He said, reading my mind, as we began walking towards our destination. We didn't talk much on the way there, I guessed there was still a little tension because of what had happened earlier that day, but I just wouldn't talk about it, I've already thrown up once so...

The walk wasn't as long as I had thought, we soon stood in front of the house. It was a cute, small family house and as we had guessed, it was still for sale. It's been for sale for years and it wasn't even an ugly house, but this part of the town was usually frowned upon so I guessed it made sense that nobody wanted to live there. And therefore no one even bothered to take care of the garden and stuff. The red roses and pink tulips that used to grow there were long dead and the grass long and mostly dead as well. Vic opened the small gate that led into the ingrown garden. We made it to the front door and Vic picked up the lock, opening the door and holding them for me.

"Thanks." I said, stepping inside. It was, well, dark. There was no electricity so we had to get by candles and flashlights Vic had packed earlier. At least the house had some furniture and other stuff in it, probably from the previous owners that lived in there. I walked into a living room and was happy to find a fireplace in there, we just had to find wood and we could have a fire. I leaned the guitar against a wall and went to lie on a couch. The house really did have a couch. It stank a little, but it wasn't anything terrible. Vic walked into the living room as well and did the same as me, placed the bags on the ground and joined me on the couch.

"I think I'm just gonna crash in here." He said, lying next to me.

"No way, this is my couch." I argued and Vic yawned, wrapping his arms around my waist and closing his eyes.

"Good night, Kells." He muttered, cuddling into me. I smiled softly and closed my eyes as well just to open them seconds later. I couldn't fall asleep. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw him, hurting me, calling me names, spitting in my face.

"Please, stop it." I cried.

He just smirked, kicking me harder. "No-o." I sobbed.

"Shh, it's alright." I heard a voice, but it wasn't Jim's, it was Vic's. I opened my eyes and rolled over to see him looking at me. His hand was softly smoothing my back slowly as he kept gazing into my eyes.

"It's gonna be fine, kay?" He asked. I nodded, burying my head into his chest.

"Please, don't ever leave me." I whispered against his chest.

"I won't."

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