Drella •Vic Fuentes•

I could hear shouting from inside the mall not too long after Drella walked in. When I finally found a parking spot, I went inside, very confused.

"Bitch, you're probably lying about being Kellin's twin." A blonde bimbo said before smacking Drella across the face and turned toward the exit to leave, and I blocked her way.

"Kelly! Oh my god, it's so great to see you! I'm your biggest fan." She squealed in such a nasally voice it have me a headache. She attempted to smash her lips on me, but I pushed her away slightly.

"Don't. You. Ever. Touch. My. Sister. Again." I growled menacingly. She looked at me confused.

"But, Kelly-"

"Please, just, don't call me that. Don't talk to my sister. Don't talk to any of us." I said, walking past her and to my sister, who had a bruise forming on her cheek. I wrapped my arms around her waist and glared at the bimbo.

"What did you DO to her?" I demanded.

"Nothing!" She said in fake surprise.

"Don't you dare lie. I can see a bruise. It wasn't there when she left. Now tell me what you did."

"It wasn't just me! There were other girls!" She protested. My eyes widened.

"OTHER GIRLS? You call yourself a fan. A real fan wouldn't do that. Get out of my sight. And never EVER talk to me or Drella again." I scoffed.

She rolled her eyes, popped her bubblegum and walked away, swaying her hips as an attempt to seduce me.

"I'm so sorry Drella, but what did they do to you?"

"It was awful, Kellin. They called me names and told me how worthless I was and hurt me. I just want to go home. I'm sorry Kellin." She cried into my chest. It's a good thing the mall was practically deserted, and these so called 'other girls' weren't anywhere in sight.

I sighed and led her out the door, my grip on her waist still there.

So much for a day at the mall.

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As I was cleaning the bruises and cuts on her legs, I asked her to take off her sweatshirt so I was able to clean the ones on her stomach. She shook her head no quickly.

"It's okay. The ones there don't really hurt." She said.

"Drella I know you better than you know yourself. They hurt. Let me see." I demanded.

"No. I'm fine." She seethed. Now it wasn't even about the bruises anymore. She was hiding something.

"Drella. What's-" I got cut off as Drella ran my room and into her bathroom attached to her room. She locked it just as I attempted to open it after chasing her.

"Drella please talk to me. This isn't okay. There's something wrong. Tell me!"

"NO."

"Drella Lorna Quinn Bostwick you have ten seconds to talk to me before I go and wait for you to talk to me." I yelled through the door.

"Kellin Quinn Bostwick I'll be damned if I go to you." She seethed yet again.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

I hear shuffling.

"Five."

The door unlocks, but I don't open it.

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One-"

The door flew open and a pair of arms were flung around my neck.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I fucked up again. I always do."

"No, Drella, you never fuck things up, you make them better." I whispered.

And I meant it.

Notes

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yes, Vic and Drella will meet very soon. Just wait.

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