Kings For Forever [Kellic] boyxboy

Chapter 24

this picture should be in the Metropolitan Museum of Art tbh.

Kellins p.o.v

"I think I should go check on him..." I say worriedly. It has has been over a half an hour since Vic ran upstairs, I don't want him doing anything stupid.

Oli sighs, "He will be fine, lad."

I fiddle with my hands nervously, and try to focus on the music flowing around the room. The steady beat of Mike's drums, the strumming of Tony's guitar. I even try to hum to it, but my mind still falls to the dark side of constant worry over Vic. I know he wouldn't do anything because he made a promise, he wouldnt break it.

Right?

"Jenna let go of me!"

I am snapped out of my thoughts. My eyes land on Tay being held back by Jenna clinging to her skinny arm. My eyebrows go up in question.

"Taylor Jardine, what are you doing?" Frankies shaky voice asks her outraged sister. She is still crying, and my heart aches for her. She is being dragged away from what she loves to do. I don't even know why her mom would do such an evil thing. I look over at her, she is sitting on the other side of Oli, tissues in hand.

"I'm going to give that witch bitch a piece of my motherfucking mind, Francesca!" Tay growls, struggling against Jenna's pure Australian strength. Frankie's full name is Francesca? I knew Frankie was just a nickname but I never knew what her full name actually was. It suits her perfectly, unique and pretty.

I decide to ask what the reason for Frankie's mom making her quit, taking advantage of the fact Oli is sitting right next to me.

"Ol," I whisper. Oli cocks his head so he is looking at me, his chestnut hair falling into his left eye causing him to flick his head slightly to move it out of the way.

"Wot it's it, mate?" he whispers back, kind of causing his accent to get thicker and a little hard to grasp.

"Why is Frankie's mom making her quit PTV?" I ask, and look past him a bit to make sure Frankie hasn't taken notice to our private conversation. Luckily she is looking towards the stage at Mike and Tony practicing and exchanging flirtatious looks which Frankie would yell at them for being nasty and provocative. Classic Tony and Mike.

"Well, do you want the whole story?" Oli asks, glancing at Frankie quickly. I nod, "please."

"Well, me and Frankie were in her room. Just talking and shit, and then we heard her mum come up the stairs so I hid under the bed because she dosen't know about us, so I always sneak up to her balcony. I know, how romantic... But, then I heard her yelling about how she changed ever since she has been hanging out with us, 'Tay's druggy friends' she described us as. And how she wanted her to stop playing the base because she needed to focus on school," Oli glanced back at Frankie again to see if she noticed us yet, "Because apparently she isn't doing so well right now. Frankie begged and said that she could get extra help and extra credit work. But her mum wouldn't have it, I heard a slap and almost lost it by then but I knew it would make just matters worse if i did anything destructive. So I just waited till the wicket twat left. She is lucky she didn't leave a mark..."

I furrowed my eyebrows, anger building inside me. I swear to god if me and Vic ever have kids I would never ever do that to them.

"That's fucking bullshit. She has no right to take away that, Frankie puts her heart and soul into music... It's...Ugh.."

"I know," Oli nods sadly, "We can't do anything about it..."

"I wish we could," I mumble, "Vic is heart broken..." and as soon as Vic's name left my lips I immediately tense and my heart drops. He still isn't out of his room or wherever he went.

"Chill, lad. He's fine..." Oli reassured me.

I sure hope so...

Vics p.o.v

"Oh what a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist..." I mumble to myself, looking down at my mauled arm. I took the bandage off, just to check to see if the bleeding stopped. Which it thankfully did. Each gash was about two inches long. I sigh to myself. I am feeling a bit regretful honestly, I made a promise with Kellin and Mike. I totally disobeyed them, I feel like I basically disobeyed my parents.

They don't need to find out, just be smart Vic.

Yeah, I can just always wear hoodies. I mean, don't I always wear hoodies? This should be easy peasy.

I clean each gash, not wanting to lose my arm to an infection, and bandage it with new gauze.

I should get back down there, Kellin is probably worried sick.

I throw on my favorite tye dye Thrasher hoodie and take a deep breath before heading down stairs.

Here goes nothing.

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