Anywhere But Here

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I was doing homework for most of my Saturday, most of it, I maybe got a bit side tract thinking of Vic and our time together. The more we are together the more obsessed I become with wanting to be together. He's a good guy deep down and last night proved it, he clearly just didn't like letting people in. He had his walls built up so goddamn high the only way in was to be inside before the walls were already up. Every time last night it seemed like he was being a normal person he'd snap out of it and stop talking. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt though, everything that's happened to him and Mike I'm sure that'll mess someone up.

My phone started ringing and I answered it quickly so my mom wouldn't hear, I didn't need to give her an excuse to come into my room. "Hello?" I whispered into my phone, not knowing whom would be on the other end of the call.

"Kellin have you seen Mike today?" It was Vic, he sounded worried.

"Saw him this morning at your house but that was it" I explained "Everything ok?"

"I don't know where he is, he-he won't answer me-" Vic kept talking but I couldn't hear, I heard things falling over and breaking on the other side of the phone.

"Vic calm down, I'll help you find him. Are you home?" I asked him

"Yes"

"Okay, I'm on my way" I hung up my phone and shoved it into my pocket. I closed my text book that I had been using at the moment and practically threw it across my room. I had to go help Vic but I knew if my mom found out I was going to see him she'd have a fit. So, without thinking I opened up my window and closed it quietly. It was already dark out so the chances of my mom seeing me were slim. I walked around our house to the front and jogged towards Vic's house, he was standing around outside, pacing back and forth looking anxious as fuck.

"Hey" I stammered out, a bit breathless from the jog to his place.

"We need to go" he urged me along and we walked along the road. I would have suggested taking his bike but before I could he was dragging me along with him.

"He's going to be fine" I reassured him

"Yeah but it'll be my fucking fault" He whimpered

My voice caught in my throat and I didn't know what to say. "What you mean?" I asked him cautiously. Vic stayed silent for a moment and ran his fingers through his hair, he had sweat glistening on his forehead. His eyes were tired and he had circles under his eyes, something I hadn't noticed. I don't know if I had just ignored them or had been looking past them. The small wrinkles under his eyes that twitched every time his eyes would dart around. His hair fell into his face a little bit and I noticed the sloppily cut hair that was falling into his eyes, even though we were under these circumstances I felt like I was noticing these small things about Vic I hadn't before. These small things that make Vic, Vic.

"Everything's always my fault" He stated simply, not letting on anything more. So, I left it at that.

"He'll be fine Vic, he's not weak" I explained "He can fight if he needs to"

"He better be okay, I can't lose him too" He scrunched his eyes shut, holding back tears. We turned down every street yelling out Mikes name, but no such luck. The longer we looked the more scared Vic got, he was yelling so loud I thought his vocals would snap. He was panicking and he was no longer trying to hide it, he was letting himself go.

"Vic you need to calm down" I stopped walking and grabbed his hand, he didn't push it away. So, I rested my other hand on his back and lightly rubbed it up and down. "Why don't you try calling his phone, if he is downtown somewhere and we hear it ring we'll know which way to go"