Vics pov

I couldn't believe what the hell just happened whenever I use to get beat up nobody cared so what made him so different. What made Kellin help me I was just a nobody I was snapped out of my thoughts suddenly "hi Im Kellin" his voice was amazing. Wait what am I thinking I just met this guy never mind that I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks I turned away quickly hoping he didn't notice my blush as i mumbling a quick hi. I turned to face him he held out his hand for me and I grabbed it

pulling myself up from the ground. I awkwardly shook his hand " Im Vic".

Kellin looked at me for awhile probably looking at my scars and bruises then finally speaking through the thick silence "why were they messing with? Didn't u wanna stand up for yourself" I wasn't sure what to say really he was so concerned even though we've never really talked before "i did once and ill never do it again because it just gets worse". Kellin frowned slightly at what I said the situation was getting uncomfortable for me so I turned to my locker fumbling with the lock forgetting Kellin in a since. I grabbed my books shoving them in my bag about to walk away from it all .

feel him grab my wrist "wait are you okay I mean it most be rough"my heart starts racing and I snatch my hand away from his . Today has honestly been to much with all the shit my teachers say the jocks and Kevin, Ellen what ever the hell his name was I;m glad he helped me out but I don't want to drag any more people down with me. I ran down the hall not giving him an answer because I didn't know what would come out if I honestly told him how I was feeling.

Kellin pov

I watched Vic run down the hall he didn't even answer me "whatever I guess" its all ready two thirty my dads gonna kill me. I walked out of the schools double doors mentally preparing myself for the complete shit storm that was about to happen when I got home. I started kicking the rocks on the pavement to calm myself down but it was short lived. I could see my house up ahead I was hoping the man that made my life a living hell wouldn't be drunk off his ass ready to use me as his punching bag. What the hell was I thinking today helping someone else out if I cant even help myself.

I guess I just couldn't let him get hurt he looked so helpless when I was staring at Vic earlier I noticed all of the bruises and cuts how he flinched at there words I guess I new how it felt. If I couldn't stand up to my demons then Id stand up to his for him. As soon as I opened the door to the house the smell cigarettes and alcohol attacked my nose I could see him my father sitting there passed out drunk I hoped. I bolted for the stairs not quick enough though " Kellin get your faggot ass down here or else the beatings gonna be twice as bad " I reluctantly went back down the staircase he was sitting there with a sadistic smile plastered on his face just thinking about the shit he was gonna do to me.

I prayed it would be over I mean there really isn't anything he could do that he hasn't done before but it still doesn't make it any easier. He pulled me roughly toward him holding my arm tightly leaving bruises. He had a cigarette In his free hand he looked at me as he pressed it deep into my arm. it burned circles into my skin he threw me to the ground and kicking and punching me tell I was practically broken physically but I already was mentally. I finally got up and limped to my room locking myself in it I was just glad he was gone for awhile some where else getting drunk I flopped down on my bed stripping into my boxers wincing at my new burns cuts and bruises just wanting to to fall asleep and get away from it all for a few hours at least.