We Met Online (Kellic)

Chapter 13

Two more chapters!!!

Kellin

I woke up with a smile for the first time in a long time. It had been forever since I woke feeling happy inside, with a purpose. And now, Vic was my purpose. If I had to choose between the remnants of my family and Vic, I'd choose him every time. Even though my dad was verbally abusive to me, I knew Vic would always be there. He was different from everyone else.

I rolled over in bed to find a note where Vic was. There was tiny light seeping through the window, illuminating the room in a beautiful light that seemed to mirror my mood. Happiness flooded me as I picked up the note.

Hey, I had to leave early, but you sleep beautifully. Your face seems so calm, as if everything doesn't happen to you. But I'm here for you. Call me when you wake my sweet.

-Vic

I knew that something must have been wrong if he had to leave early. I picked up my phone and dialed the number. It rang about eight times before he finally answered...

"Hi, what's up?" His voice sounded dead and empty as fear flooded through my veins and my chest welted.

"I got your note. Everything okay?"

He sobbed. "She killed him...s-she killed my little brother..."

Wait, what? "Slow down, what do you mean?"

"H-he must've fought back...s-she stabbed h-him..."

"I'll be right there."

I hung up and got dressed as quickly as I could. I texted Vic as much as I possibly could, but he wasn't answering. I knew the feeling of losing someone. It takes over your whole being. You want them back more than anything in the world, yet some undetermined force keeps them in the grave. If I could bring my mother back, I would. But yet, she was gone. I didn't know where and if she was conscious or thinking. I missed her, so much. She was my light and my everything and then one day she was wiped from existence.

I wished she could come back, just like I wished Mike would be okay. But, just like my mother, he was wiped from existence. Gone. All at the hand of his own psychotic mother. And for what? Finally standing up for himself?

I looked at my car wearily. The car that was handed down from my mother. The one she wrecked, the one that they fixed. If only...

I shook the thought away. I will not think about things like that. Vic needed me, and I'd be there for him. Through anything. This would be a major setback for him, and I knew that in my heart. He'd be wounded and broken by I would carry him in my arms. He would be my wounded warrior, my fallen angel, my sweetest sin.

But what I saw when I got there was anything but heartbreaking. It was demolishing.