I've Been Saving Myself For You (Kellic)

Chapter 7

I almost passed out when that guy told me about my mom. He said what hospital she's in and I told him that I'll be there as soon as possible. I freaked out because I didn't have a car, but then I remembered that Vic has one. I called him, but he didn't pick up.

"Fuck." I cursed in stress. I could feel tears running down my cheeks as I tried calling him again and this time he thankfully picked it up.

"Hi Kells, what's up?" I could hear in his voice that he was smiling.

"Vic, fuck. I need your car, you have to drive me to the hospital. She can die, shit, what do I do?" I started panicking.

"Calm down, who's in hospital?"

"My mom, Vic please get here quickly, please." I cried.

"I'll be there in a few." He said and hung up. I began walking in circles around my room and tugging on my hair. What if she dies? No, she won't die, she can't die. I'll come over to see her and she'll be just fine.

There was a knock on the front door. I quickly rushed over to it and opened it. Vic was standing there, looking at me with a sympathetic look. I ignored that look, even though I wanted to punch it off his face, grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me, towards his car. He quickly started it and we were driving, but it wasn't fast enough.

"Speed up." I told him and started sobbing again. I can't lose her, I just can't.

"Kellin, I'm already driving over the speed limit." He told me and I started crying even harder. "Shh, honey, it'll be alright. She'll be fine." He tried to comfort me, but I ignored him. Soon, we pulled over in front of the hospital. I quickly got out of the car and ran towards the building with Vic close behind.

"I'm here for Emily Bostwick. I'm her son. She was in a car crash." I told the lady at the reception. Vic caught up with me just when she started searching for my mom's room in her computer.

"She's at an operating room right now, but you can wait in the waiting room. It's on the 4th floor." She said and we started walking over there. There was no point in running, I wouldn't be able to see her yet anyway. We made it to the fourth floor, sat down in the waiting room and waited.

Vic was holding me in his arms while I soaked his t-shirt with my tears. I was glad that I had him there with me because otherwise, I would be probably sitting on the floor in tears and screaming at the top of my lungs for the idiotic doctors to let me see my mom.

I think about two hours later, a doctor stepped out of one of the rooms that were surrounding us. He was wearing one of those green pants and t-shirts and in his hand was a file. He noticed me staring at him and came closer to us.

"Are you Mrs. Bostwick's family?" He asked us.

"I'm her son. Is she fine? Can I see her?" I stood up and began walking towards the room that doctor came from, but he stopped me.

"You might wanna sit." He said, making me turn back to him. He was giving me a sympathetic look.

"No, I won't sit, I wanna see my mom." I said.

"Kellin, sit down, please." Vic told me and I obeyed, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Kellin, your mother had an inner bleeding from several places. Also a lot of her organs stopped working. I'm sorry, son, but she didn't make it." He told me, giving my shoulder something what was probably supposed to be a comforting sqeeze but didn't exactly fulfill its purpose, and left the room.

"No!" I yelled. "No! Sh-she can't be dead. She's n-not, you're lying!" I cried out and Vic wrapped me in his arms once again. "She's not dead, they're lying, Vic. They're lying." I sobbed.

"Shh, sweetheart, it'll be alright. Everything'll be alright." He tried to calm me down.

"Last thing I told her was that I fucking hated her, Vic. What kind of son says that? I'm such a terrible human being, I'm awful. It's all my fault." I started crying even harder.

"It's not your falut, Nothing's your fault, Kellin. You know that she still loves you." He was rubbing my back up and down.

"I wanna go home." I told him.

"Okay, I'll take you there." He said and led me out of that fucking building, towards his car. The car drive was completely silent. No music, no talking, almost no breathing. When we arrived home, my dad wasn't there, maybe they called him from hospital and he's on his way there.

"Vic, can you stay the night, please?" I asked quietly.

"Of course." He parked the car and we made our way into my house, walking up the stairs and into my room. I closed and locked the door behind us, stripped into my boxers and crawled under the sheets, waiting for Vic to do the same. Soon enough, he removed his clothes too and lay down next to me. I lay my head on his chest and held me close with his arm.

I tried my hardest not to start crying again, but failed eventually. Soon, the tears appeared once again and began falling on Vic's chest.

"Sorry." I choked out and wiped the droplets off his skin and my cheeks. I was so fucking pathetic, it was my fault she died and I even had the guts to cry. Unbelievably pathetic.

"It's alright." He said and kissed the top of my head.

I had never cried so hard like that night. It was the worst day of my life. Even though I wasn't close with neither one of my parents, I loved them with all I had and now my mom was gone and she was never coming back. Never.

*****

I woke up and looked around me. Nothing. It was still dark. I yawned and stood up, walking towards my door. I opened it and saw that the light in our kitchen was on. I started walking down the stairs, closer to the kitchen. I saw someone standing there with their back facing me. I wanted to be quiet, but the floor decided to make creaky noise when I stepped on it. That person turned around and what I saw scared the living hell out of me. It was my mom, well what remained.

The right side of her face had multiple bruises and cuts. She also had a huge piece of glass stuck in her forehead. That wound was still bleeding so her blood was running down her cheek and nose. Her lips were also injured and had cuts on them. Her hair was one huge mess with some glass pieces in it too. I also noticed that her right arm was sticking up in weird angle so it was probably broken. No, it was totally broken since I could see her fucking bone.

"Mom?" I asked and she looked at me with a sick grin therefor I could see her bloody teeth. She chuckled and her chuckle soon transformed into a fucking psycho laugh. I wanted to run away, but my legs were like stuck and she began coming closer to me.

"Please, leave me alone." I cried as she kept coming closer and closer. She reached her hand towards me. I couldn't move, I was fucking stuck. She made it in front of me and I just started crying harder and closed my eyes. Suddenly someone shook with me.

"Kellin, wake up, please." I heard someone say. "Honey, wake up." It was Vic.

I opened my eyes and was surprised that I wasn't in the kitchen, but in my bed with Vic shaking me. I quickly hugged him like my life was depending on it. "She wanted to kill me." I sobbed.

"It was just a nightmare, sweetie. Who wanted to kill you?" He asked me.

"My mom. She was crazy and all covered in blood. I was in our kitchen and couldn't move, she kept coming closer and I couldn't move." The tears were running down my cheeks again.

"It's okay, I'm here with you." Vic whispered as he smoothed my back.

"Thank you." I choked out.

"Get some sleep." He gave me a small kiss on my cheek and pulled the sheets over us again.

*****

Yes, I have written three chapters today. Why? Because I fucking felt like it...and because I have no life, but that's a different story.

So yeah, I know that Kellin's mom isn't Emily, but it's a nice name and I wanted to name her Emily so deal with it :)

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