I've Been Saving Myself For You (Kellic)

Chapter 8

How do you even react when someone asks you how are you feeling the day after your mom died? I would probably rip their head off and after that, I would most likely push them off a fucking cliff onto the sharpest freaking rocks you could ever imagine. That would be the case if the one asking me that question wasn't Vic. So as the decent human being I was, I answered him with as much charm as I could.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I shouted at him. "How do you think I'm feeling? My mom died a few hours ago and here you are asking me how do I feel? I'm fucking fantastic, Vic, I couldn't be better." I snapped at him in sarcasm.

We were still lying in my bed, well I was sitting at the point and Vic was next to me, looking all shocked by my out-burst. I felt bad for him right after the words left my mouth. He was just trying to be the perfect, caring boyfriend he is and I shouted at him like he was some kind of idiot.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, I just...I don't know what to do. I mean, I'm mother-less now. Oh my god, what am I gonna do? Vic, I can't not have a mother. I-" I was speaking in super-fast pace, but Vic cut me off.

"Kellin, calm down." He commanded and I obeyed, taking a deep breath. "Your apology is accepted. And now come here." He said and opened his arms for me. I climbed closer to him and was in his embrace almost immediately. I lay my head on his chest and he smoothed my back softly. "Don't call yourself mother-less, she's still your mom and you're still her son. She just can't be with you right now. You'll meet her again one day, you just have to hold onto that." He said and kissed the top of my head. He was right, I have to hold on until I see her again.

"Thank you." I said, turning my head upwards and kissing him softly on the lips. He caressed my cheek and kissed me back.

"Kellin, do you-" I heard someone say from the door. I quickly pulled away and checked who was standing there. It was my dad. And he was talking to me? "Sorry for disturbing. I just tought that we could have a little chat later, is that alright? Oh, and hey Vic." He smiled weakly. Vic smiled back at him and said 'hi' back.

"Uhm, sure. I'll be downstairs in few." I answered to my father. He nodded and closed the door behind him as he left the room. "Vic, do you mind if I went and talked to my dad for a while?" I asked.

"No, go ahead. Do you want me to leave?" He asked. Do I want him to leave? If he left then I would be alone and I don't want that at all.

"Please stay, I don't wanna be alone." I said a little shyly.

"Okay, I'll stay if you insist." He smirked at me.

"You're such an asshole." I laughed and punched him in his shoulder playfully. "I gotta go." I told him.

"Yeah, I'll just stay here." He said and closed his eyes, rolling on his right side so his back was facing me as he pretended that he's asleep. I laughed at him again and got up. I put on some sweats and shirt and made my way to the door, walking out of my room. A little hint of fear started rising in me as I was walking down the stairs. I was afraid that my mom will be standing in the kitchen again just like in the dream. Luckily, when I made it downstairs, there was no one in the kitchen. I then made my way to our living room and that's where my dad was sitting on the couch, staring at an opposite wall.

"Dad?" I asked quietly and he turned his attention to me.

"Hey, um, sit down, please." He said and I sat down next to him. "I'm so sorry." He said and I was more confused than ever. Why was he apologising? Did he think that what happened to mom was his fault?

"It's, uhm, fine, but what are you apologising for?" I asked him.

"I just, I'm so sorry, son. I've been such a bad dad to you, but I wasn't sure how to be a good one. My dad didn't give damn about me either therefore I didn't know how to act towards my own son. I'm sorry it took me so long, I just wish I realised it earlier. Maybe if I did, then Emily wouldn't have entered the car and the truck driver wouldn't have killed her." He was crying by the time he stopped talking. I hugged him, that's what I learned from Vic, apparently it was comforting.