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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I haven't had internet. But here's the next chapter. Enjoy :)

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KELLIN'S POV

I walk into school the next day with determination flowing through my veins. The determination to make things better between me and Vic. As I'm strutting through the hallway, I spot Vic talking to Jaime by his locker. He looks over Jaime's shoulder and sees me. He smiles sadly at me but his expression changes to a surprised one when he realizes that I'm walking towards him. Jaime realizes that Vic is no longer paying attention to him and he looks over his shoulder at me. I start feeling really uncomfortable and want to back out so badly but push myself not to. Jaime turns back to Vic and says something before Vic nods and Jaime walks off. I stop in front of Vic and he looks at me shocked.

"Hey." He says softly.

"Hi." I reply nervously.

A lump rises in my throat as I begin to think about what I'm going to say. I think about the letter and about how much of a dick I was to him. My vision starts to become blurry with tears and I try to blink them away but they just slide down my cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Vic asks worried.

I shake my head trying not to breakdown. Vic surprisingly wraps his arms around me and I choke out a small sob.

"Come on, let's go somewhere more private and talk, okay?" He says quietly.

I nod pulling away from the hug and wiping the tears off of my face. I follow Vic down the hall and around the corner into an abandoned classroom. He sits on a desk and I sit on the desk in front of him.

"What's wrong, Kells?" he asks again.

"I'm just so sorry." I squeak out as tears fill up my eyes again.

"Don't apologize, Kellin." Vic sighs.

"But I was such an idiot." I admit sheepishly.

I look down at my lap and blink away the tears that are clouding my vision.

"You weren't. I was interfering where I obviously wasn't wanted. I should be the one apologizing." He says.

"You were just trying to help." I say quietly.

"Well, I'm glad you've realized that." He says smiling lightly making me smile.

The sound of the bell ringing fills the classroom.

"We should go before someone comes in here." Vic suggests and I nod. We leave and walk down to my locker.

"I'll see you later then?" Vic says hopefully.

I nod and he smiles before walking off.

"Hey Quinn!" I hear Jeremy call.

I sigh turning around. There's no point in running. I guess things don't get better.

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"Hey." Vic says appearing at my locker.

"Hey." I reply quietly, looking down trying to hide the forming bruise on my face.

"What's wrong?" Vic asks concerned.

"Nothing." I lie grabbing my bag out of my locker and lifting it over my shoulder.

"Okay." He says skeptically. "Can I walk you home?"

I look up shocked forgetting all about the bruise. Vic's eyes go wide before his shocked expression is replaced by one filled with anger.

"Kellin, what happened to your face?" He asks.

"Nothing." I lie.

"It was Jeremy and Oli, wasn't it?" he asks.

"No, I just fell over. It's okay." I sigh.

"Kell, I'm not stupid. I'm going to kill them. I told them not to touch you." He spits.

"Are you going to ramble on about how you're going to kill them or are you going to walk me home?" I sigh trying to distract him from his slightly homicidal thoughts.

"Alright, come on." He smiles.

We walk out of school together before continuing in the direction of my house.

"So what's your middle name?" He asks trying to strike up conversation.

"My middle name?" I repeat confused and he nods.

"Quinn." I say.

"I thought Quinn was your last name." He explains furrowing his eyebrows.

"It's technically Bostwick but I prefer to go by Quinn." I say clearing my throat.

"Oh. Any reason why you prefer Quinn?" Vic asks.

I just shrug, not really wanting to talk about it anymore. We fall into silence as Vic and I continue to walk.

"What's your middle name?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Vincent. Named after my uncle." He smiles.

We stop outside my house and I turn to Vic. Vic's looking over my shoulder with a concerned expression. I look back over my shoulder at my beaten down house. It's all we can afford.

"Thanks for walking me home. I enjoyed the company." I smile.

"It was my pleasure. You should sit with me at lunch tomorrow." He suggests.

"Are you sure? I'm not exactly the best company." I ask, unsurely.

"Kells, I'm sure you're great company." He smiles.

"Okay." I sigh.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He says sounding hopeful.

I nod and say goodbye before going inside. I go upstairs to my bedroom and put my bag down before flopping myself down on my bed. I sigh and brush my hand over the bruise on my face. I wince as I feel it sting. I shake my head and let out a heavy breath. I don't know what I did to make them treat me like they do. Who am I kidding? For the most part I probably deserve it.

Suddenly, I hear the rumble of my mom's car pull up in the driveway. God, I hope she hasn't been drinking again. The front door slams open confirming my suspicions.

"Kellin!" She slurs from downstairs.

I sit up rapidly trying to prepare myself. I hear her starting to climb the stairs and all I can do is wait.

"Kellin!" She yells as she gets to the top of the stairs.

She stumbles into my room looking angry. She has a bottle of alcohol in her hand and it's already half gone.

"Kellin, where's my whiskey?" She slurs glaring daggers at me.

"It's in your hand Mom." I say cautiously.

"That's bullshit!" She screams throwing the bottle and it smashes on the wall behind me.

"Come on Mom. I think you need some rest." I sigh standing up off of the bed and steadily walking towards her.

I get to her and gently put a hand on her shoulder leading her out of my room.

"You little shit, you've been drinking my whiskey haven't you?" She yells slapping my face.

It stings but I ignore it. I guide her into her room and over to her bed.

"Mom, it's been a long day. Time for sleep." I whisper softly.

She nods and gets into bed.

"I wish I never had you." She cries bursting into tears as she lays down.

"I know, Mom." I whisper. "It's okay, just go to sleep."

I wipe the tears from her face and she closes her eyes. Her breathing evens out and I place a light kiss to the top of her head. I leave the room and go back to my bedroom. I clean up the broken glass and the alcohol that's on my bedroom floor. I then sit on my bed and reach under my pillow feeling around for the only thing that helps me cope these days. I grip the cold metal blade and pull it out. I stand up and close the door before sitting back down on my bed and taking the pain away.

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