A Vic Fuentes & Kellin Quinn Love Story

Let Love Bleed Red

5 days had passed and I still hadn't been able to get in contact with Kellin. Jaime called me and told me that he seen Kellin leaving my house with a suitcase a few days ago. Were Kellin and I really done? I prayed that we weren't. I'd miss his smooth, delicate skin. Those amazing eyes of his that turned from blue to green to grey. His soft black hair that I loved to bury my face in when I wrapped my arm around him at night. The light snores that he made while lying asleep on my chest. The passionate moans that escaped his mouth when we made love. Yes, I'd miss all of that...

Austin, Alan, Tino, Aaron, and Phil had been out everyday partying and enjoying everything that Vegas had to offer. But the morning that I last talked to Kellin had left my eyes puffy and red. I couldn't hold in the tears, no matter how I tried. Once my floodgates had opened, the waterfall had not stopped running and there was nothing I could do about it. I had tried every alternative to get in contact with Kellin: calling, texting, emailing, FaceTiming, Kiking.. I even got to speak to Jesse who refused to update me on Kellin's state of being.

Kellin was meant to become my husband one day. Why did I not just go home when tour was complete. I knew very well that he was looking forward to seeing me. But what did I do? I blew him off to hand out in Vegas. And that choice could have possibly changed my life for the worse.

I was currently laying across the seat of the tour bus as our driver, Tom, was taking me home. But I didn't want to go. I didn't want to stay in Vegas either. Seeing everyone smiling and happy and holding hands with the one that they loved brought my spirits down even lower. Going home to an empty house was going to be torture. I wouldn't be able to hug Kellin and take in his masculine body odor. I wouldn't be able to lay my head on his lap and let his fingers toy with my hair until I dozed off into a comfortable sleep. I wouldn't be able to be comforted by the warmth of his body lying next to me. I wouldn't be able to hold his hands and allow his fingers to intertwine perfectly between mine. And I wouldn't be able to kiss his plush, pink, soft lips. I was addicted to those lips of his. The feeling they gave me was better than any form of intoxication. His lips were heaven and his heart was my home. That is, until I screwed up and caused him to leave. 

I was nothing without him and I felt like pure and utter shit. He made my mornings better and his smile was so bright that it even made the sun jealous. I strolled through the pictures of us together.. making silly faces, hugging, kissing... God, I was going to miss that. 

"Well Mr. Fuentes", the bus driver said. "We're here. Maybe you could go on in and rest. You know, just take your mind off of things", he suggested.

I was too deep in thought about my amazingly awesome fiance that I hadn't even noticed us pull up in front of my house. "Oh, thanks Tom. See you later!", I said as I drug my suitcase and other belongings off of the bus and towards my front door. I took a deep breath and braced myself before unlocking the door. Once I did, I was greeted by a piercing cold and a gloomy dark atmosphere. My house was even sad about Kellin's absence. I dropped my bags at the front door and flipped on the lights. Great. Just great. Home alone.

I eased my way upstairs and flopped down on my bed. I whipped out my phone and called my brother for some brotherly advice, but upon hearing his slurred words, I assumed that he was drunk and called my mother instead. 

"Hola mi hijo! Como esta ?(Hello my son! How are you?)", she greeted me.

"Hola mama. I'm fine. How are you?", I asked her and we had the basic conversation before I cut right to the chase. "Mama, I want to talk to you about Kellin".

"Si? What is it?"

"I think that he's broken up with me. I mean, he hasn't officially told me that he's done but he's packed a bag and he's gone somewhere. He won't answer my calls or my texts. It's all my fault, and I admit to it, but I want him back here with me. I need him...", I trailed off. Saying these things aloud made my heart burn. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I held them back. I had cried enough already.