Runaway Case (Kellic)

Im gonna get killed

When I woke up, I was cold, alone, naked, and afraid. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Kellin came jogging down the stairs with a tray of food. "Viccy, look! I made you food! See! I made, let's see, I made you some pancakes, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon." he chirped. Dumbfounded I reluctantly ask him; "You made me bacon? You made a vegetarian bacon?" His eyes went wide in a state of horror, "Oh my god, Viccy. I am so sorry! I completely forgot! I'll just eat the bacon instead. You just enjoy the rest of your meal, okay?"

He handed me the tray and sat down in the lawn chair that was oh so conveniently placed by the bed. "So Victor, what do you want to do today?" he asked me with a mouthful of food. "Oh, hey, I don't know, maybe go home to my cats and family?" I asked with sarcasm dripping off my words like the venom of a snake.

After a long pause Kellin finally spoke, laughter peaking through his words. "Victor, Victor,Victor. You're cute. Do you really think that after all this time, I'm just going to let you go? Especially since I know there's no way you can escape?"

I didn't know what to say. For the first time since we broke up, Kellin actually left me speechless. "Speechless are we?" Kellin spoke with a tone of interest and pure enjoyment.

"Uh-uh, uhm, yeah actually," I did my best to not stutter, but I did anyways. "Did you stutter on purpose, my love? Because you know how very much I love your stutter; I love it almost as much as I love you, Chulito." He used the same pet name for me that he did when we were dating- Chulito. It means honey in Spanish.

Kellin left the basement not long after that. After what seemed like years of pacing around the room, I did something I never thought of- I tried to open the door. To my surprise, the door actually opened. Oh. Wow. "Victor? What are you doing?" Asked Kellin as he came out of what I believe is the kitchen, holding a knife. Oh, I needed to pee so I came upstairs. I was going to knock, but I decided to try to doorknob first." I lied. "Oh," he said, going back to his chipper self, "carry on then." I let out an inaudible sigh of relief before going to find the bathroom. "Chulito? Where are you going, Baby? The bathroom is over here," he cooed from the now confirmed kitchen. "Oh, that's right. Sorry this is the first time I've been out of the basement since you kidnapped me."

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Wow two updates in one day! Go me c': also thanks for all the rad cats who take the time to read my work. It's gr8, like you c; also Im v sorry for the short chapters. I suck.