Red Lace ~Kellic~ (Boyxboy)

Chapter 29

Leaving Mexico, was like leaving a part of me. I had came here one way, and now I'm leaving another way. I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to stop myself from walking into the plane and going back to the hotel to fix everything, but I knew I couldn't.

It was the early hours of the day and I was sleepy as hell. For one, I was sleepy because I hadn't gotten much sleep and because well, I couldn't exactly let my mind rest. There was too much roaming in my head to just put it all to a stop. No matter what I did, he was always there.

I probably looked insane when I handed my plane ticket to the flight assistant. My eyes were beyond red and my under eye circles were to the max. I looked as if I was in the middle of an atrocious hangover, when in reality I was sober as can be. Alhough, as much as I looked like it, I also felt it because I had the worst, pounding headache.

For the whole plane ride back to San Diego, I did nothing. I had already finished the work that I had missed so there wasn't nothing else I could actually do. I needed some sort of distraction though. I couldn't risk the chance of letting my thoughts circle back to the person I love.

But at the same time, how could I stop it?

I never imagined things would head in this direction. I didn't want them to go that way, but I couldn't do anything about it. As much as I wanted to go back and say that I was wrong with breaking up with him, I couldn't because I knew that I was right.

I couldn't stay with someone that made it seem like they were my owner. Last time I checked, I'm a human and not some sort of house pet. I don't belong to anyone, and no one tells me what I can and can't do. I'm my own person and if Vic can't understand that, then we can't be together. Doesn't matter how much love I have for him, I can't do that - and will never do that.

The look of heartbreak in his eyes replays in my head all the time. I knew it hurt him, but it was all his fault in the end. His words also replay, but I try my best to drown them out.

I didn't get to see Vic after I left Mike's room. For a second, when there was a knock on the door I thought it was him, but it was actually his brother. He had come by to pick up Vic's things and we talked for a while.

He apologized for how his brother had acted, but he had nothing to be sorry about. This was between Vic and I. And Mike tried to change my mind, on maybe giving him a second chance, but I refused. This wasn't Vic's first time trying to control me, so I knew that if I got back with him, it wouldn't be his last.

Maybe I'm stubborn, maybe I'm not. The point is, I'm not easily going to just forgive him for what he did. Now I'm not saying that I will forgive him, but if he really wants me back, he'd have to really fight for it.

But people aren't really able to change their ways quickly, so I doubt Vic will.

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Many hours later, I arrived at San Diego. I found my car and drove back home. I had texted Justin that I was back and he said that he was on his way back to my apartment. I told him that it wasn't necessary, although I did want to speak to my best friend. He replied with an 'idgaf' so I guess I would see him in a few.

When I got back to my place, I slumped down on my couch and kind of just sat there. I left my bags on the side of the door but I was in no mood to put my things away. So I sat there until I heard the familiar sound of my door being knocked on.

I walked to the door and opened it, revealing none other than Justin. He had a bag with him but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me. Once he did, that's when I lost it again.

I felt everything overwhelm me just in that moment. I had been holding back all this time but now that my best friend is here, I need to just let it out.