Sometimes, I Think We're Better Off Out Of Here

Vic's P.O.V
I angrily punched the wall of the 'teenager' bathroom. The skin of my knuckles split, blood pouring from the wound. I grunted before punching the wall again. What was Kellin even thinking?! That he could rape me as I slept?! He had absolutely no morals! He was a sick fuck who tried to befriend me just to get in my pants!

"Vic! Victor!" My body stiffened as Mike bursted into the bathroom. He looked at my knuckles and the wall before sighing. "Vic.... You gotta stop being abusive to walls. You'll eventually break your hands." Mike scowled. I rolled my eyes. "Vic, come on. I won't let Kellin near you. Let's go back." I nodded, walking out of the bathroom after Mike did so.

Sometimes, I feel like Mike should've been born first. He was so much more mature and always handled situations like this better. Mike was what Mama and Papa had wanted. That's why they had tried to kill me. Because Mike was a better suiter as their first born. As their only child.

Mike held the door open for me. "Gracias." Mike nodded. As soon as I walked through, a phone was shoved in my face. It was footage of earlier. It was of two men hovering over me. My face paled as the gripped me in four different places. Before I could see any more, I ran over to the grabage pail, spilling bile into the metal basin. Mike had walked over at one point and rubbed my back as I spewed the vileness.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked after I finished. "Por supuesto que no! Los que eran, y que ustedes conocen y sí! Kellin y me acusaron de... Dios, HE trasteado!" Which translated into; "Not at all! They were and you know and yeah! And I accused Kellin of... God, I messed up!" Mike laughed at me. "Hey, Kellin! I think someone needs to talk to you." I whacked Mike with as much force as I can. "¿Eres estúpido? I.... No estoy hablando en inglés!" Which meant; "Are you stupid? I.... I'm not speaking in english!"

"And why not?" Mike asked as Kellin took a seat in front of me. "Porque... Porque..." I sighed, my head hanging, hair covering my face. "I hate you, Micheal." I whispered, angrily. Mike laughed as the others let out gasps. "You can speak english?" Kellin asked. "I live in America, do I not?" I asked. I had not recieved a reply as I went on with what I originally planned. "Next time, it be beneficial to tell me I had made a mistake before I curse in spanish." I said, looking into the blue filled pupils.

Kellin stuttered a little. "It doesn't matter anymore. What I guess I'm saying is sorry." I mumbled, reaching up and touching the bandage on his lip. He flinched, startling me. I frowned. "Sorry.... Did I hurt you?" Kellin's eyebrows mashed together before a laugh belted from his chest. "Oh! You didn't hurt me at all. I'll be honest when I say you stunned me but it didn't hurt or leave a mark. I got this from Austin." Before I could question him, Mike chimmed in. "Victor, bed time!" "Micheal, que usted no tiene." I replied, looking away from him.
Mike laughed sarcastically, "On the contrary, I do own you seeing as your my little big brother." My eye twitched as I mumbled curse words in spanish. I was about to climb into my makeshift bed when someone grabbed my arm. "You do know you can share my bed. Besides, Mike's already tucked into Tony's bed." I looked to see that Kellin was right. Swiftly, I pulled my arm out of Kellin's grip, grabbed my blanket, and went to Kellin's bunk. After climbing into the top bunk, I got comfy. Moments later, the bed dipped and someone wrapped their arms around. Smiling, I cuddled into Kellin.

Notes

@Tony the Turtle sorry we didn't update