Fuenciado One-Shots

-Bruises-

Warning: abuse.
Also disclaimer: y'all know me that I'm still kellic trash, but I just needed a bad guy in this ok

(Third Person)

Every day Vic would show up with a new bruise. Whether it was on his arms, stomach, ribs, legs or cheek, there was always a new marking on his body that he tried so hard to cover with makeup, clothes, and lies. He secretly hoped inside that one day someone would notice the blotchy makeup, the two sizes too big clothes, or the small hesitation in his voice that happened every time he lied.

There was only one person who took note of these things, and that was Vic's best friend. Jaime.

Jaime didn't want to bring it up, nor did he want to offend Vic, or upset him in any way possible. But every time another marking was added to the brown eyed beauty's body, he couldn't help but to feel his heart break inside his chest just a little bit more right along with fury for the man harming him. Jaime so badly wanted to wrap Vic up in his arms and show him what real love felt like.

The only problem was, he didn't know how to bring it up. He didn't want to scare Vic off, and he most definitely didn't want Kellin finding out and taking his anger back out on Vic. Hell, he was barely allowed to hang out with Jaime anymore because Kellin got too jealous and saw him as a potential threat.

Vic came home a bit late from work the next day, by only a half hour because his boss wanted to talk afterwards. He knew he'd be in trouble and on the way home his nerves ate him alive, his skin crawling in dread. His shaky hands nearly drop his keys as he unlocks the door to his shared home with his boyfriend.

"Where were you?" A sharp voice emits from the small living room across from the front door. Vic dropped the keys with a small yelp and quickly dropped to his knees to pick them up.

"I-I had to finish filing some papers f-for..." his quiet, nerve induced voice wavered out as he peered up at the man he once believed was truly in love with him.

"Get up." His voice sent shivers down Vic's spine. They used to be good shivers.

He stood, avoiding all eye contact because he didn't want to look into Kellin's eyes as he was upset.

"You know better. You're supposed to fucking call me Vic. I've been worried sick about you!" His voice started to raise. Vic blinked the tears away rapidly, his head spinning out of control.

"I-I know, I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" his words got cut off as Kellin roughly gripped his arm, dragging him further into the shared home.

"You're not sorry! Because if you were you would've called me first thing." He grumbled angrily. Vic's heart broke, because he knew deep down that he was sorry. He never meant to frustrate Kellin, he never meant to mess up so much, he never meant any harm. He just wanted to be loved, and this was the love he's now known to. Kellin must love him if he's still with him. Right? He'd hurt him, apologize later and all was well. Wasn't it?

"Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you!" A yell distracted him, as well as the back of a hand across his face. A gasp tumbled from Vic's parted lips and he quickly averted his eyes to Kellin's. The eyes he once found so beautiful and loving. The mix of blue and green into a swirled ocean, now a cold steely grey.

"You know, the dishes weren't done either this morning." He spat, glaring daggers at Vic before shaking his head. Vic's breathing picked up ten fold as Kellin raised his hand to hit him again. Whether it was a strike to the face or a punch, he didn't know because he didn't get the chance to feel it considering the front door got pushed open.