Video Games [Kellic]

Chapter 11

300+ ;) - Rach

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It wasn't long before I was saying goodbye to Vic. The movie - which I really enjoyed - came to an end and it was starting to get late. He walked me down to the front door, opening it for me as I went.

"Thank you for letting me come over." I thanked him with a small smile.

"No problem, Kells. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled back. Right. Tomorrow is school.

I was about to leave when I stopped myself.

"Hey, Vic?"

"Hm?"

"Are you going to ignore me at school?" I ask. My voice seemed somewhat hopeful and he could most defiantly tell.

"Don't be silly" he says, chuckling slightly. He didn't answer my question. What did he mean be that? Does he mean that I'm being stupid for thinking he will ignore me? Or that he won't?

I just nod, not wishing to take this ny further as he already confuses the hell out of me. I didn't want to push the matter further, seeming needy. I wasn't needy. It's just that he's my friend now. I like to look out for my friends. I do that for all my friends.

Do I hug and somewhat cuddle with my other friends? Maybe not, but that doesn't make him any different, right?

Not at all.

I take the back lanes and roads to get to my house quicker, it's nearing 9pm and even though for some that's still really early, it's a Sunday and mom would be so pissed if I'm late.

I begin to jog the rest of the way to my house, hoping mom will at least be passed out or not home.

I reach my house, the door unlocked, - which isn't a good thing, mom would've locked it if she planned on drinking - I enter my house slowly, shutting the door lightly behind me, silently praying that's she passed out and just forgot to lock the door.

"Kellin-Quinn Bostwick, get your fat ass in here." I silently curse at myself, ignoring the 'fat ass' comment and entering the living room, staring at the ground.

"Yes Mom?" I ask, trying not to sigh in annoyance at her.

"Where the fuck were you? Huh? Fucking that Hispanic? I fucking knew it, thought you'd go fuck him in his house because I wouldn't allow it around here?" My eyes widen at her words, what the fuck is her problem with Vic? I bite my tongue and take a sharp intake of breath.

"No, I'm sorry Mom, it won't happen again." I mutter, trying not to sound bored.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!" She snaps, making me instantly look up from my feet meeting her eyes.

"I don't wat you pathetic apology. I've done everything for you and you can't even give me an inch of respect, can you!? You're such a spoilt little brat! You infuriate me so much its unreal. I never thought it would come to the point where I'm raising a faggot like Yourself. I don't even consider you my son anymore. You're just someone I took in and cared for because I'm such a fucking good person! You can't appreciate that!" She paused for a moment. I continue to watch her, her face even closer than before.

"I wish I got an abortion while I had the chance!" She finishes.

Those words killed me. She wished I was never born; her own son! How could she say such a thing.

Before she even had time to say anything else I ran upstairs and into my room, slamming my door behind me and locking it. I'd probably regret my decision later, but now wasn't the time to regret. Now was the exact time to wallow in my own self pity.

I wanted to do something stupid, I really did, but I fought against the urge and as I brought my knees to my chest as I sat on my floor, the tears came at full force.

My chest hurts and the only person I can think of calling is Vic.. I could probably call Matty but I don't want him to know about my mom.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial his number, awaiting his beautiful voice.

"Kells?" The sound of the his voice, made me cry harder, why? I have no idea.

"Vic, what did I do wrong?" I cry out, struggling to breath slightly.

"Kells, honey why are you crying?" He asks, a loud bang in the background startling me.

"Vic! She hates me! I knew she did! I don't know what I did wrong!" I exclaim quickly, hiccuping between each sob.

"Kells I need you to calm down." He says in a soothing voice, but it's doing nothing for me.

"Vic, I can't, I can't, I swear to god I can't." I shout through the phone, grabbing my hair and pulling at the long strands, while I don't bother to try and calm down, I need to cry it out.

My breaths were short and quick as floods of tears fell down my - now flustered - cheeks. I couldn't stay calm, but then again I didn't want to. I've stayed cool and collected through my entire lifetime. I need to let it all out.

The banging against the door behind me didn't help the situation at hand. Insults were called through, but I didn't take the words in.

Vic was still on the phone with me, obviously really confused with everything going on. Shhh's  were whispered though the phone, but non of his words were taken in either. Everything felt deafining.

Soon my mother had left. I didn't even realize until 10 minutes later though, when my breathing had evened out and I was only giving the minimal amount of tears. Vic broke me out of my trance.

"Kellin? Please tell me you're okay?" He semmed a little panicked now.

"Yea- yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you.", I mumble. I hear him let out a long breath which seems to be in relief. I'm honestly questioning if I was stupid for calling him.

One half was saying yes. Yes, your stupid Kellin. Just say bye and put the phone down. The other told an opposite story. The other told me to confess everything to him.

I stayed quiet for a minute and I think something broke in Vic because he wouldn't shut up.

It sounds like he's freaking out right now.

"Kells what's going on?"

"Bullies?"

"Abuse?"

"Kell, we can go to police if you like?"

"Did you commit murder?"

"Are you on drugs?"

"Did you catch an STD?" I snort quietly at that one.

"Did you get someone pregnant?"

"Do I have to kick your ass?"

"Kick someone else's ass?" You can kick Dickturd's, that'd be a great help.

"Kells, you may want to answer me."

"Were you drink driving?"

"Locked up for prostitution?"

"Need someone to bail you out?"

"Did you fuck a dog?"

"A cat?"

"A horse?"

"I bet you stole something didn't you?"

"Were you street fighting?"

"Jaywalking?"

"Beat up a police officer?"

"Did you have sex in a public place?"

"Sucked a dick a Walmart?"

"Fucked a tree outside Starbucks?"

"Vic, are you serious? No to all of those, meet me tomorrow and I'll tell you everything." And with that said I hang up, putting my charger in my phone and turning it off, sighing quietly to myself.