counting the stars and scars

~chapter 7~

*Kellin's POV*
I wake up the next morning, around 8. I have no idea when I went to sleep during the night, but I do remember what happened yesterday. For a while I try to convince myself it was a nightmare, but my body tells me differently. I am sore as all hell and my head is pounding. I go into my bathroom to look at the damage done. I take off all my clothes and look into the full-body mirror.
There are purple and blue bruises covering my entire body, besides parts of my arms, my face, and my crotch area. I look into my own eyes, trying to find what emotions lay there, even though I know I'm just numb. I'm numb and I'm sore.
Since I'm already undressed, I decide to take a shower. I turn the water on full blast to a nice warm temperature, but not too hot. I step in and just let my mind go blank. I'm actually enjoying myself for a while, until an image of my father on top of me pops into my empty brain. I start to finally process the horrible and disgusting thing my own dad did to me yesterday. Oh God. I'm filled with so much pain inside but I can't cry. I can only turn on the water to hotter, so hot my skin is red and my brain is screaming. But I can't stop it. I need to be clean again.
"Fuck!" I scream into the water. "Fuck, oh God, God fuck why! Why! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" I practically empty the bottle of body wash and scratch it into my skin like sandpaper. I am so fucking disgusted with myself right now it's unexplainable. I scream and scream until my voice is gone and my body is aching even more from my scratching and the heat of the water. I still don't feel clean. I feel nasty, dirty, unacceptable. Suddenly, I hear a knock at my window. What the fuck?
"Hey, Kel, it's me, Vic! I got your texts finally! You there?!"
Oh God. Oh my God. I can't let him see me like this. I yell back "Yeah I'm in the shower just come in and wait ok?"
After a few minutes of drying off without my skin screaming and getting dressed, I open my bathroom door and there Vic is, sitting on my bed looking out the window with a sad look on his face. I just stand there admiring how amazing he looks in the light right now. He notices me and snaps back into reality, his face instantly forming a smile of excitement and genuine happiness. I want to go over and just hold him. He's so tiny.
"What are you staring at?" Vic asks, a big smile on his perfect lips.
"Nu-thin!" I say, suddenly feeling hyper. All my pain and problems fades away when he's here. He's just that amazing. "Come over here."
He does as told and I slip my arms around his tiny little waist. He does the same around my neck and we just stand there, his head on my shoulder, and enjoy the moment. All of the sudden he looks up with a weird look in his eyes. He takes me hand and leads me to the bed, dragging me down with him. I instantly kiss him and he kisses back, our lips moving together in harmony. The kiss lasts for almost a full minute until we pull back and gasp for oxygen. His breath smells like noodles and oranges, but I don't care. I just lay there looking into his eyes until he pushes me onto my back and gets on top of me.
"Vic, what are you doing?!" I say, laughing at him.
"What's it feel like I'm doing?" He starts kissing my jawline and my neck, making it impossible to answer him. He hits my sweet spot, and a loud moan escapes my throat. "Shut up." He orders, his tongue dancing on my skin. "You taste like cherries."
He pulls my shirt up and kisses just below my collarbone. He trails his lips down my chest and stops just above my belly button, giving me a bright red hickey. He acts like he's going to go lower, but then gets off of me, much to my disappointment.
"Why'd you-" He's looking at my body with revulsion on his face. Oh no.