PASTEL BOY <3 (Kellic)

Kellin

"Vic!? Holy shit! What the fuck!?"
I screamed at the sight of me.
Vic was on the ground in the woods by my house.
He was covered in bruises and blood.
And from under his underwear he had blood dripping from his behind.
And his thighs were covered in hand prints and bruises.
He still had his shirt on, but his face was fucked up.
Blood dripping from his nose and lips, he also had two black eyes and a huge ass blue-purple bruise on the side of his face.
He truly looked awful.
"Vic, oh my god." I whispered.
I walked closer to him, only to see him flinch back in fear.
"Please! DONT HURT ME! IM SORRY! YOUR GANG ALREADY DID ALL THE FUCKING WORK PLEASE!" He screeched.
I wasn't going to- wait.
Did he just say "your gang did all the work?"
"Vic." I ordered.
He looked up at me with tears in his mocha brown eyes.
Adorable.
"What did they look like?" I asked softly.
He attempted to sit up, but cried out in pain on his ass.
Shit.
"T-they were a-a-LL wearing the s-same thing, a-a wh-hite shirt a-and BL-blue jeans." He sobbed.
My gang all had a bag of clothes today.
"So you sure it was my gang?" I asked.
He sat up angrly.
"YES ! THEY WERE! GABE WAS THE ONE WHO FUCKING PUT A HAND OVER MY MOUTH TO KEEP ME FROM YELLING AND GUESS WHAT ELSE?" He yelled.
"What?"
"THEY TOOK MY FUCKING VIRGINTY! BY FORCE! ONE BY ONE! ALL FUCKING RAPEING ME!" He burst into tears.
This is horrible.
I need to help.
"Cmon Vic, I'll help you" I said softly.
"Really?" He whispered.
"Of course, I promise I won't hurt you."
"Okay. I trust you"
I smiled and picked him up.
And
Holy shit.
He was light as a fucking feather.
He was probably the weight of a fucking third grader.
"Vic?" I asked.
"Yea?" He nuzzled in my chest.
"Why are you so light?"
His eyes shot wide open.
"U-um" he shuddered.
"And I want the fucking truth." I said.
"I'll tell you when we get home." He whispered.
Tears filled his eyes again.
As gently as possible I took him to my house.
He has a lot of explaining to do.