Chapter 1
Kellin's P.O.V.
(A.N. This is my first Kellic story that I've posted anywhere, so I hope you like it. I'll update this at least once or twice a week, and maybe even more. That's all, so enjoy!)
Run, run, run. That was all I could think. All I ever really did was run. Honestly, sometimes I wished I could stop running, but I always fucked something up. There were times where I actually did it on purpose, but most of the times it was an accident. Fucking it up most of the time was okay, because in the end, I would alway find a place to escape.
This time however, there was nowhere. I had screwed it up beyond repair, and now I had to flee, never to be seen again. Not like it mattered though, my mother was a drug addict, and all attempts to help her failed, and I was completely surprised that she wasn't dead yet, to be honest. My father on the other hand was an alcoholic, which wasn't much better at all. I was pretty sure that it would be a week, and probably even longer, before they had noticed I was gone.
By that time, I should long gone from here. I was 17, turning 18 in a month, so I should be good. I stopped to rest, and looked around to make sure no one and nothing was following me.
Still, I walked closer the woods that were nearby. That way, I could make a break for it If I noticed anyone was coming towards me.
I looked around, hoping that there would be an abandoned house, but needless to say there was none. I decided to walk in to the woods, not really caring for my own safety, because after all, I didn't really have anything to live for. If it weren't for the small hope that I might see him again, I wouldn't be here right now. I don't know how I was able to hold on to that small thread of hope.
It was three years ago when him and his brother left, but I remember that last day like it was yesterday.
"Kellin, I have to leave." He looked at me with sad eyes, while I looked at him with confused ones. "Why? Don't you like it? Do you not like... me? Did I do something wrong? If I did, I'm-" He cut me off, chuckling softly to himself. Normally, it would be full of life, but today it was just sadness. "No, it wasn't you. Me and my brother, you remember him, right?" I nodded my head yes. Although he didn't talk about him much, I still faintly remembered him. "Well, me and him... we screwed up badly. I know I told you we had quit the gang but... that's not really possible. We never really left. We couldn't." I looked at him as the tears rolled down my face. "Why... Why do you have to go? Can't you just stay in the gang and be with me? Wait! What's going to happen to me? Don't they know that I'm with you? Aren't they..." My voice faltered as I tried to say this. "Aren't they going to kill me too?" That was when he looked at me with the guiltiest expression I had ever seen him have. "Not..." That was when I noticed he was crying too. Vic, my strong Victor, was crying. "Not if you join them too."
I'm sorry that this was short, the next chapter will be longer.
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