Intoxication, Paranoia & A lot of Fame

Confused

The sound of shattering glass pierced my ears as I ran and huddled in the kitchen corner, the farthest place from my father. I could see him hitting my mom over and over again as he pulled her beautiful raven colored hair, forcing her to the kitchen. I tired screaming, but nothing would come out. I was helpless. I wanted to save her but I was frozen in place with fear.

I couldn't take seeing the pain my mom was in any longer as I ran over to her and began punching my dad, with a new confidence that only made him laugh and shove me to the floor. My head hit against the table on the way down, but it was just enough time for my mom to free herself of his grip and run towards the door. He threw another beer bottle, missing her by mere inches. The last thing I remember seeing was my moms blurry figure running out of the door and out of my life as my father stormed towards me. Then the darkness swallowed me.

Darkness was all I could see as a faded voice called my name, over and over again before I felt they're arms snake around my shoulders and under my knees like I was being picked up.
Not again. I struggled to free myself of my fathers grip but he was too strong. No matter how much I twisted and turned, I was no match for his strength and I awaited his usual beating.

"Kellin, Kellin! Stop," I heard his voice say, and I immediately obeyed his orders, not wanting to make my punishment worse. "Kellin, it's me!" I heard him say once more before shaking me a little. Light blinded me as my eyes squinted open. "Kellin?" I heard a voice say from above me. I looked up to be met with a blurred face. I blinked a few times and my eyes soon began to focus on the worried expression plastered on none other than Vic's face. In a second I rolled out of his lap and scooted away from him. I tried to stand, but my body didn't allow it as I stumbled back to the ground.

"Whoa there, take it easy," he said with a shaky voice.

"Don't," I warned as he got up to come help me.

"Kellin-" he said in a concerned tone before I cut him off.

"I'm fine, I just- I-I need to go," I croaked as I used the coffee table next to me to stand up. Vic must've seen how weak I looked because before I knew it he had helped me sit down on the couch and was handing me a much needed glass of water.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I took a sip.

He spoke again when I didn't answer him. "I'm just worried okay?"

"You're worried? If I'm remembering this correctly, you're the one who punched me!" I retorted, wanting to drop the subject.

"I wasn't talking about that Kellin, and I know saying I'm sorry isn't going to make up for it, but it was a high stress day for me okay? You wouldn't understand," he sighed. I looked at him and saw that he was looking at the ground with a frown. The look on his face that told me that he had more to say, but something was stopping him. "Well if you're alright, then I'm gonna head out," he stated as he walked towards the door.

I almost let him leave too, but my mouth had other plans as I found myself calling out his name. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me.

"I'm fine by the way," I mumbled as looked up at him, twiddling my thumbs. A few seconds of silence went by before his face contorted into that of annoyance.

"Just save it for your new girlfriend Elle," he said- his sudden change in attitude taking me by surprise. "She can't stop talking about you anyway." And with that, he was out of the door without as much as a glance back.

The amount of anger and confusion that began to boil inside me as the door shut behind him, was enough to fill this entire apartment.

There were too many emotions running through my head at once as I sighed and laid down on the couch.