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This Love Was Out of Control

You'll Pay For Your Sins

*Kellin’s POV*

I swear I almost had a heart attack when Copeland wasn’t by my side when I woke up the next morning. It turns out that Katelynne had her and she was giving her a bath. Yes, Katelynne. She’s been riding with the band ever since we started touring. In fact, I know this sounds crazy, but I’m falling for her. I know, I know, that means I can’t mess with Vic anymore because she’s the jealous type. Quite frankly, I’m the jealous type too. All the times I wanted Jaime to stay away from Vic, and still, he never listened to me. It’s not even a shame; I’m happy he didn’t listen and stay with him. Look at the life they’re living: Happy family, successful band, wonderful friends, and most importantly, they never lost their love for each other. I want that. Well, technically, I have some of it, but it’s not the same. I want all of that. I want what Jaime and Vic have.

Love. Happiness. A family. A great life.

The only problem that might affect me in the future is that I will never get over Vic. How can I? He’s absolutely gorgeous, inside and out. Even if I do end up with Katelynne in the end, I will always love Vic, no matter what.

To tell you the truth, I loved taking care of Copeland and making her laugh. She cracked up the last day of the tour and she practically laughed till she cried last night when I tickled her. To top it off, Katelynne makes me feel whole, something I haven’t felt in a while. She’s pretty much my childhood, my long-time friend, and…my everything. I love her. I’ll admit it, I’m crazy for her. Something about her turns me on. Is it the way she walks? The way she smiles at me? The way her big eyes shine bright in the dark? I’ll never know.

When I woke up, all of my band mates were still sleeping.

-@Kellinquinn: Slept in. It feels great-

My phone automatically beeped.

-@piercethevic: @Kellinquinn: Bring Cope home. You come too-

Katelynne just finished giving her a bath when she splashed the remaining water all over, as she was getting out.

“Copeland, the floor is drenched now!” I heard Katelynne laugh it off. She quickly wrapped her in a towel.

“Vic wants her home and he wanted me to come too,” I told her.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes on her.”

“I can do it. You go take a break,” I smiled. I took Copeland from her arms and placed her on the couch. It’s like me and Katelynne are already together. We’re not even dating, and we’re both taking care of someone else's baby like it’s our own.

Okay, so Vic gave me an extra pair of baby clothes, just in case an accident happened. There was no accident, but damn, did she smell like poop. That’s why Katelynne gave her a bath.

“You’re so cute, Cope,” I said, poking her chubby cheek. “I’m gonna take you home to see Vic.”

“Papa?” she sprouted.

“Mhm, that’s your Papa.”

“Mmmm…Daaada…Dada.”

“Yes, your Dada too,” I chuckled.

She clapped with joyfulness and urged me to pick her up.

“Vic says you’re really smart and that you understand him when he speaks. Can you understand me?”

She smiled almost too widely.

“I guess that means yes. I have something to ask you and I want you to be truthful. So me and Katelynne…what do you think, hm?”

She grabbed onto my hair and touched my lips. Then she poked my stomach and pointed to herself. What the hell does that mean? Oh…oh my. She touched my lips and pulled my hair. Is she suggesting I do that with Katelynne? Like touching lips, not with my fingers, but with my own lips? And pulling hair? Is this like sex?

“Cope, what are you talking about?”

She poked me harder in my stomach and pointed to herself again.

“Okay, I’m trying to understand this. You’re pointing to yourself and you’re a baby. Plus you keep poking me in the st-wait! A baby?! A stomach?! Copeland, I can’t get pregnant. I’m a guy.”

She flicked me on the forehead and pointed to Katelynne in the kitchen.

“Ohhhhhhh, not me, you mean you want Katelynne to get pregnant? I get it now! You want us to have a baby?”

Her smile lit up the room. She wants Katelynne and I to have a baby. How the hell did she know to pull my hair and touch my lips, meaning sex, which makes you have kids? DAMN MEXICANS! Are they seriously fucking in front of her? She’s a baby!

~~~

-@Kellinquinn: On my way to Mexicore‘s place-

-@ptvjaime: “@Kellinquinn: On my way to Mexicore‘s place” excuse you?! Who gave you the right to call us that?:P-

-@Kellinquinn: “@ptvjaime: “@Kellinquinn: On my way to Mexicore‘s place” excuse you?! Who gave you the right to call us that?:P” YOU MAD BRO?;)-

-@piercethevic: stop fighting with my husband @Kellinquinn-

-@ptvmike: smokin dat kush-

-@Kellinquinn: “@ptvmike: smokin dat kush” hahaha get off of Twitter, Mike!-

-@piercethevic: @Kellinquinn that goes with my brother too-

-@JackAllTimeLow: Oooh drama!-

-@AlexAllTimeLow: WHERE?! @JackAllTimeLow-

-@Kellinquinn: Jalex tho-

-@elmakias: What’s Jalex?-

-@Kellinquinn: @elmakias who are you?-

-@piercethevic: “@Kellinquinn: “@elmakias: What‘s Jalex?” who are you?” OUR PHOTOGRAPHER, DUMBASS!-

-@AlanAshby: Imma cat-

-@ptvjaime: “@AlanAshby: Imma cat” OMFG-

-@austincarlile: “@AlanAshby: Imma cat” your pussy is mine;)-

-@Tony_Turtle: ALL OF YOU. GET OFF TWITTER, YOU IMMATURE FUCKS! BICKERING LIKE A COUPLE OF LITTLE GIRLS *smfh*-

Ah, Tony always knows what to say. He knows and I’m pretty sure everyone else knows that we’re not actually fighting.

~~~

I sat on the couch in Pierce the Veil’s bus and handed Copeland over to Vic.

“You guys don’t fuck in front of Cope, do you?” I blurted.

“Kellin, what the hell?!” Jaime shouted.

“Of course not,” Vic blinked, staring at Jaime.

“Oh really? Cause she obviously knows what sex is!”

Jaime and Vic stared blankly at each other.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, guys. You’re the one that told me she can understand things.”

“We don’t have sex in front of her, Kellin,” Vic admitted.

I knew he was lying, but I let it slide. There’s no way a baby could understand how sex works, especially if she thinks two guys can have kids.

~~~

*Jaime’s POV*

“Okay, we’re leaving for a little while. Gonna go party with our babes,” Mike sang, happily.

“Yeah! Jaime, you’re coming, right?” Tony looked at me.

“Ye-ummm…” I was planning on going, but then I remembered something, something I was afraid of. “Maybe I’ll just stay with Vic tonight.”

“Oh come on, Hime! You were the one who suggested we go out later to party with our girls and buddies.”

“I changed my mind.”

Vic walked into the room and I assumed he heard me. “What? I thought you were going. Go have fun, love. I can take Copeland tonight.”

“Guys, can I have a minute alone with Vic?” They both left the room, as I turned to Vic. “I don’t mind staying with you.”

“I get that, but why? You never turned down a party before. Go chill and drink with the guys.”

“No, not after what happened.”

There was a short pause between us.

“Jaime, that man with the mask that attacked me was crazy. He was probably on drugs.”

“He could’ve killed you.”

“He’s not coming back here.”

“How would you know that? He could be anywhere right now. He could’ve hurt Copeland. If I had come later, you would’ve died.”

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He placed his hand on my cheek. I held his hand in mine.

“I was so scared, Vic. You were bleeding heavily. You were all bruised. When I placed you in the tub, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.” A tear started to form in my eye.

“Don’t talk like that. I’m here. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright. Go have fun with the guys. I’ll keep Mike’s gun near me, just in case.”

“That’s risky, babe. I don’t wanna leave you by yourself again.”

“Go. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“I love you so much, Vic. More than you’ll ever know.” I kissed his forehead and went with the guys.

~~~

*Vic’s POV*

It was about eight pm, and it was already dark outside. Jaime and the boys left around seven because they wanted to party hard. I didn’t mind watching Copeland play with her little stuffed animals, but I was beginning to get bored from sitting around doing nothing. I went straight to the fridge in search of something to eat. Ah, a nice, refreshing beer.

“Hello, Victor,” a voice said behind me, to which it startled me.

I jumped and faced the man. It was the same guy that broke into our bus last time. How the hell did he find us? We moved our bus when we went on tour last month.

I gulped, wanting to reach Copeland’s room to protect her, just in case he were to go in her room.

“Wh-Who are you?”

“I see you’re all better, not like last time. I was positive I killed you, until I realized you and your band had a tour coming up.”

I stayed quiet and let him continue his rambling.

“You know, I went to all of your shows after I hurt you, but you were so strong on stage and didn’t stumble one bit. You never noticed me in the crowd of kids.”

Crowd of kids? Dude, you’re like forty years old! “I’m s-sorry that I didn’t notice you.”

“Every single show and you didn’t notice me, not one time. Such a shame. All I wanted was for Victor Fuentes to bring me on stage with him, to serenade me, to make me feel alive, but no. You didn’t. You didn’t for one fucking second look at me at any show.”

This man was a total creeper. If he wanted to be on stage with me, why the hell didn’t he just say so? I’m trying to make myself sound confident, but it was really hard when he had rope in his hand, dangling it from side to side while he sat on the couch. I tried to make small talk with him.

“Were you in the back?”

“What?” the man said.

“The back of the crowd. If you were, that’s probably why I didn’t see you. I only call people on stage that are super close to the barricade because it’s easier for them to reach the stage without getting hurt.”

He had a puzzled look on his face. What was he thinking about?

“So you’re saying, if I move to the front somehow, you’ll let me on stage with you?”

Not after what you did to me to get my fucking attention. “Sure,” I lied.

“Really?”

“Um, yeah.”

He actually smiled. Too bad I couldn’t really see his face. I wanted to know who he was because I didn’t recognize his voice.

“I’ll even put you on the VIP list for a certain day if you want?”

“You would do that? For me?”

If it will keep you away from my family, then yes. “Sure.”

“That’s great, but there’s one more thing.” He got up and stood face to face with me. Now I feel intimidated.

“W-What is it?” I stuttered.

“Let me do something for you.” He quickly slapped me across the face and tied up my hands. He then taped my mouth with duct tape and pulled me up by my hair. “You’re such a little shit, Victor. You actually believed me? I go to your concerts so I can know where you are every day of the week. I’m so happy to get my hands on you again. And this time, it’s gonna be so much worse. I can’t get to you if your band mates are around. I have to wait until they leave for a lengthy amount of time.” He licked his lips at me.

I screamed, but the duct tape was blocking my voice from getting out. He carried me to my room and threw me harshly on the bed. He swiftly yanked down my jeans and lifted my shirt up to my stomach, turning me over so that my face was hitting my cover.

I continued to scream because I knew exactly what was happening. He was going to rape me.

“Shut up, you stupid piece of shit! Shut up!”

I heard the buttons on his pants snap open. He grabbed my hips and immediately slammed into my prostate, making me squeal out in pain. I cried out, but there was no one home that could possibly help me.

Who is this man? Why does he want me to be in pain? What the hell did I ever do to him? I don’t even know who he is!

More tears ran down my cheeks, as he slipped his fingers through my hair and pulled it from the roots. There’s no way I can get to the gun because it’s in the kitchen, placed on the table where I left it.

He was ripping me, completely digging his length inside my ass. I wanted to close my eyes and die. But then, I remembered something. My phone is right next to the night stand where I was. I’m positioned myself the correct way for me to reach it, but my damn hands are bound behind my back. He pulled out of me and turned me over, watching me cry.

“I wanna hear your screams, Vic. Scream for me.” He ripped the duct tape from my mouth, and I bellowed out in pain. “That’s right.” He forcefully capsized me back on my stomach and shoved his dick inside me again.

I continued screaming for my life. I clenched my eyes shut tightly and waited for him to just be done, and thank God, he was. He turned me back around and pulled my pants up, as well as his.

Crying sounded from Copeland’s room. I stopped screaming, watching what this man was about to do. He smirked at me and quickly tied my feet together so I wouldn’t move. Copeland continued crying because I’m pretty sure she wanted attention.

My eyes widened when I realized why he was looking at me the way he was. I didn't even care that he just raped me. All I care about is Copeland.

“If you go near my daughter, I’ll kill you!” I tried to break free from the rope, but it was too tight.

“Oh really? You could barely save yourself from me. What makes you think you can protect her now?”

He has a point. I’d rather have him push me into a moving train then him going near my daughter. He walked away from me.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, YOU SON OF A BITCH! DON’T TOUCH HER!” I needed to grab my phone so I could call Jaime. He tied this way too tight, which is the point of him tying me up.

The crying stopped, and I swear my heart almost did as well. What did he do to her?!

He came in the room with Copeland pinned to his hip, with a bottle of milk in her hand to keep her from crying.

“Give me her!” I screamed at him.

“And if I don’t?”

I wasn’t going to answer him. I didn’t know what to respond with. He started walking away from me. The anger in me gave me the strength to rip the ropes from my legs. Even though my hands were still behind my back, I jumped at him, making him crash to the ground. Copeland fell on top of him so she didn’t get hurt. I ran to the drawer and pulled out a knife, cutting the ropes from my arms. I finally got them undone and grabbed the gun. I picked up Copeland and placed her on the bed. When I sprinted into the kitchen, he was gone, out of my sight.

He’ll be back, I know it. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but he’ll be here again. This time, I’m going to kill him. I honestly don’t know what the fuck he wants from me, and to be honest, my ass hurts. I rubbed my butt with my hands, massaging it.

I hope somebody finds out who he is and reports him. He needs to be in jail for all that he's done. He always gets away before I can initiate anything on him. I can't call the cops now, the man with the mask is already gone.

At least my baby was still smiling when I came back in the room. I can’t breathe a word of this to Jaime or he’ll freak out and never give me time alone again. I can't tell him what happened to me...and I won't.

Notes

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Comments

Would really like to see a sequel :)

I just started reading this and im on chapter five then I accidently read the top comment about Jaime dying and now im pissed at myself

You little fucker JAIME IS NOT ALOUD TO DIE I CRYED FOR THREE CHAPTERS STRIGHT but it was nice that you put him memories at the end it's a great story

Ptvlover213 Ptvlover213
5/30/15

DUDE I READ THIS IN 3 DAYS AND RN ITS 1:52 AM AND BAWLING MY EYES OUT LIKE HELLA NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF THE ENDING BUT MY FRIEND'S GOLDFISH JUST DIED AND I COULDN'T HELP TO BE EMOTIONAL BUT GODAMN IT

@piercethevie

Sorry, I just really freaking love this story and I kinda lost it when you killed Jaime.