Bad Is The New Good || Kellic

Part 11: Isolation cells

Sorry that it's a day late but I had prom yesterday and totally forgot to post, so enjoy a Friday chapter:)

Kellin's POV:
I'm still feeling really uncomfortable about what happened last night as I haven't been able to let it go yet. I know that nothing serious actually had happened, which I try to focus on. But yet my mind keeps going to the dark thoughts of everything that could have happened yesterday, considering how obvious it was, what he was thinking about doing.

Vic has been a complete sweetie ever since yesterday, comforting me as the amazing guy that he is. I've been really clingy to him, constantly having my arms wrapped around him in some type of hug. But he has been clinging onto me just as much.

This morning we're still in bed a while after the alarm has gone off, way too tired to get up yet. We had stayed up last night, talking about all kinds of things. What life was like before we got in here, what life had been like in here for Vic, what my expectations had been versus what it's actually like. Eventually we started talking about the future as well, and what we saw in that.

Vic opened up to me a lot last night, when the topic of our future was brought up. I knew already that he didn't have a home of his own to go to, as he had never moved out of his parents house before getting into jail.

He doesn't exactly have much money either, since he's never had a real job. It's just the few cents you get each day from the work you do in here that he's saved, along with what he and his parents saved for him during his teen years.

Vic had made a lot of money when dealing drugs before, although some had been spent on baby stuff. But after the death of his daughter, and the mother of his child, he didn't want the baby stuff, nor the money.

He donated the things to a local adoption center, and all the money went to a home where teenagers with drug addictions stayed. The money he had made from that kind of business was nothing he wanted to have.

I think it was amazing that he donated them, even if that meant that he's pretty much broke right now. When we get out of here, both of us, we can start over. I will continue my job as a model at my dad's company, and I'm sure Vic could get some office job there as well or some other job to help him start his economy, and help us start a life together.

"You're a good man Vic Fuentes, you know that right?" I ask, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of us.

"I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I am okay. Sometimes I truly doubt how good or not I am, how good of a soul I really have."

"Well.. a clever person in my life once said; we're not all bad people. We're just good people who has made a few mistakes, that goes for you too Vic. You're not a bad person. You're a good person, who has only made a few mistakes."

"You really think so princess?" Vic questions

"I really do."

In order to get my shower in before breakfast I have to rush out of the bed since we stayed in for longer than originally planned. Still being uncomfortable around Jack and honestly kind of around everyone since that event, I'm making Vic come with me.

I still don't want to go anywhere without having him right next to me, especially not to the place where it happened and where I've always felt the most vulnerable here in this prison since this is where you have to walk around naked or at least very close to being naked.

Vic whines a bit at me as I hurry him out of bed as well and drag him with me to the showers. Though as I even pull him into the same shower that I'm standing in, his complaining decreases quickly.