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I wake up with a thumping head and my face pressed against Vic’s stomach. He’s still snoring softly. He looks uncomfortable though. His neck is resting on the arm of the sofa and I have my arms wrapped around the only pillow.
I feel like crap.
In hopes to save my husband’s probably already-aching neck, I shake him slightly. He hums but keeps his eyes closed
“Viccy, lift your head.” I whisper.
He does so a little and I slide the pillow under him. He seems a lot more comfortable as he rests back. I shuffle up a bit and rest my head on his bare chest.
“How are you feeling?” he mumbles, still sounding half asleep.
“I don’t feel so good.” I admit.
He frowns and kisses my head.
“I’m sorry, bub.” He murmurs. “I’ll get you some water.”
He tries to get up but I push him back down.
“No, you’re still tired. Sleep more.” I tell him.
“I’m fine.” he insists, trying to get up again but I push him back down.
“At least cuddle me for a minute.” I mumble, kissing his cheek.
He smiles and brushes his hand over my face.
“Your face paint is all messy and you look funny.” he chuckles.
I giggle and bury my face in his chest embarrassed.
“I love you, Kellin.” he whispers softly.
I love you too, babe.” I chirp.
“You seemed very drunk last night. Do you remember everything?” he asks.
My stomach drops as I recall the events of the party.
“Yeah, I remember.” I whisper.
Vic’s hand travels down my back then back up.
“Sometimes we’re forced to learn the hard way what kind of person someone truly is. Justin is not a good person, Kellin.” Vic murmurs but I’m left confused.
“But it was Justin’s friend.” I frown, all the details of last night seeming fuzzy as I try to remember it.
“Baby, from what I heard through the phone, Justin had a debt to settle with that man and he was going to use you to settle that debt. He practically sold you to this man and he was going to let him, and apparently two other people do whatever they wanted to you. Yeah that man is a very bad person but Justin is even worse. That man was only going to hurt you once, Justin was willing to hurt you three times.” Vic explains softly.
I want to kick myself for trusting Justin. I need to stop trusting people. Everyone I trust just takes advantage of me.
“Viccy, how do I know who is a good person and who is a bad person?” I squeak.
“We usually have to find out the hard way, Kells.” Vic whispers.
“Why do I always get stuck with the bad people?” I choke out as tears well my eyes.
“I don’t know, darling. Sometimes life sucks, you know? But you just have to keep your chin up and be thankful of all the good people in your life.” he explains.
I sniff and run my fingers over his chest as I avoid his eyes.
“Vic, has a boy tried to…you know…hurt you?” I sniff.
“No, that hasn’t happened to me.” Vic says softly.
“Then why me?” I cry.
Vic wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him.
“Because you’re so beautiful, and some people will do anything to get what they want. And you’re so innocent and sweet, some people take advantage of that.” he explains.
“I don’t want to be beautiful anymore.” I cry.
“I’m sorry, Kells, but you don’t really have a choice in that. But you don’t need to change yourself anyway. You’re perfect. Those guys who think it’s okay to hurt you are the ones who need to change.” Vic explains. “This could happen again but then again, it might not. There are steps you can take to stay safe.”
“Like what?” I sniff.
“Always pour your own drinks and never leave them alone with anyone. That way they can’t put something in it. Never put yourself in a situation where you’re alone with someone you don’t really know. Always keep your phone charged. You know the phone number for the police, yeah?”
“911.” I nod.
“Very good. Don’t be afraid to call that number. I think we should take a self-defense class.” Vic says.
“What’s that?” I ask, wiping my nose with my sleeve.
“It’s a class that teaches you how to protect yourself.” he explains.
“Okay,” I nod. That sounds like a good idea.
“And Kells, the best advice I can give you if you find yourself in that situation again, just kick him in the balls.” Vic instructs.
I giggle and nod.
“Thanks Viccy.” I whisper.
“It’s okay, bub.” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
“I’m sorry I went to the party.” I apologize to Vic.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t come with you.” Vic frowns.
“No it’s okay. It’s not your thing.”
He looks guilty and shakes his head.
“That’s not why I didn’t come.” he sighs. I look at him confused, waiting for an explanation. “I guess I was still feeling a little jealous.”
I sigh sadly.
“Why are you jealous, Vic? I don’t understand. I love you. You must know that. And I would never leave you or cheat on you. What have I done to make you not trust me?” I ask confused and saddened.
“It’s not you.” he mutters me. “It’s me. There’s something wrong with me.”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“I mean I love you and I’m so scared of losing you and ever since we started dating I’ve just been terrified that you’re going to realize how much better you can get.” he says seeming rather insecure.
“Vic, I don’t care about what other guy I can get or what guy likes me, I don’t care. You’re all I want. I’m so in love with you. I don’t even think I can be in love with anyone else. And no offense, but you’re hotter than any guy I’ve ever seen.” I explain to him.
I watch a tear fall down Vic’s cheek and he breathes shakily.
“Why am I so fucking insecure?” he breathes.
“I don’t know, Viccy. But you shouldn’t be. You’re a gorgeous person, inside and out. And I will always love you. I know sometimes I seem naive and stupid and there are a lot of things I don’t understand, but I understand my feelings and I know that I could never love anyone the way I love you. And there is not a damn thing you could do to make me change my mind about that.” I tell him sternly.
He smiles a beautiful smile and kisses me.
“I am so lucky to have you.” he whispers.
I snort and shake my head.
“No, I’m the one who’s lucky.” I tell him.
We just admire each other for a while then a thought comes to my head.
“Viccy, should I tell Mama and Papa what happened?” I ask him.
“That’s up to you, baby. If you feel they should know then tell them, if not then don’t. But take it from me, keeping secrets always ends badly.” Vic explains.
That afternoon when Vic and I get home, I tell Mama and Papa that I want to talk to them. I sit them down and explain the events of last night, which makes them both look angry.
“I didn’t mean to drink. I’m sorry.” I apologize, hoping to calm them down.
“We know, sweetie. You have no reason to be sorry, okay? Do you want to go to the police?” Mama asks and I shake my head. “Okay, we’ll handle this however you feel comfortable.”
“Vic says I should take a–what’s it called, babe?” I ask turning back to him.
“A self defense class.” he answers.
“Yeah, that.” I chirp, turning back to my in-laws.
Both their faces light up.
“I think that’s great idea.” Papa smiles. “We’ll all go.”
“Really?” I beam, excited.
“Yeah, really.” he chirps.
I turn back to Vic who’s standing behind the sofa and wrap my around his neck. I kiss him softly and he chuckles.
“You are too cute.” he murmurs.
I giggle and kiss him again.
“Thank you for keeping me safe.” I whisper.
“It’s my utmost pleasure.” he whispers back.
I stare at him some more, smiling at how handsome he is and thinking about how lucky I am. Then I kiss him again.
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