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When I wake up, I feel rested for the first time in weeks. Yesterday I got that God forsaken sling off of my arm. Jenna said that my shoulder is all better now.
I yawn and move over to cuddle into Vic but he’s not there and I’m no longer in his bed. I open my eyes and look around the empty room.
He must have moved me during the night or when he woke up this morning. It wouldn’t be the first time.
I smile feeling comfortable, unwilling to leave the warmth of my bed. I feel like going back to sleep so I reposition my pillow but when I do, I feel something. It feels like paper.
Confused I lift my pillow and find a twenty dollar note. Then I remember that I had put the tooth the dentist pulled out under there.
Excitement bubbling through me, I grab the money and leap out of bed. I run out of the room but bump into someone.
“Woah, slow down. Why are you running?” it’s Vic and it looks as though he’s just gotten out of the shower.
My eyes travel down his dripping wet chest. He’s so hot. My gaze drops to the towel that’s hanging loosely around his waist.
Ever since Vic gave me that hand job I’ve been wanting to do the same to Vic. I want him to feel like he made me feel. I want to hear him make those noises I made. But I’m too embarrassed to ask.
Vic puts his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up.
“My eyes are up here you little pervert.” he smirks. “Now why were you running?”
Remembering the Tooth Fairy, I excitingly show him the twenty dollar note.
“The Tooth Fairy came, Viccy!” I say excitingly. “She brought me money and she took my tooth. I have to show Mama and Papa!”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead
“Alright baby. Go show them.” he grins. “but slow down. Don’t hurt yourself.”
I hug him quickly before moving around him and speed walking to the stairs. I rush down them and find Mama and Papa in the dining room.
“Mama! Papa! The Tooth Fairy came!” I exclaim. “But she brought me twenty dollars instead of one dollar!”
Mama smiles gently at me.
“She must have been trying to make up for the teeth she’s missed.” Mama says.
“Do you think it was an accident? Do you think I wasn’t bad?” I ask hopefully.
“I think it was all just a misunderstanding Kell. I think the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny just got confused.” she tells me.
I grin and take a seat across from them staring down at the money in my hands.
“What are you going to spend it on, Kell?” Papa asks curiously.
I haven’t even thought that far yet.
“I don’t know yet.” I murmur. “I’ve never had money before.”
“You’ll figure something out kiddo.” Papa smiles.
I nod and marvel at my money.
“I’ll make you breakfast in a sec, Kell. I just want to talk to you about something first.” she says.
My heart stops. What does she want to talk to me about? Does she know about Vic and I? Does she know about what happens to Vic at school? Does she want to get rid of me? What does she want to talk about?
I gulp and nod.
“Okay. What is it?” I whisper.
“We spoke to Dr. Stump and he said that your sessions were coming along well. You’ve been really opening up.” she explains.
It’s true. I have opened up to Patrick quite a lot. He’s so nice. I’ve told him all about what my mother and father put me through and how it makes me feel. About how I’m adjusting to my new life and how scary things can be. Patrick helps me too. For one, I feel better after talking to him and secondly, he gives me advice on how to deal with my emotions.
It feels good to talk to someone about what my parents did, although it can be hard sometimes. I know Vic said I could talk to him about things but I can’t for some reason. I feel like I don’t want to bother him and I’m also scared of what he might think.
“Patrick said that anything I said wouldn’t leave the room.” I frown. I don’t really mind Mama and Papa knowing, I trust them but I feel betrayed by Patrick.
“Oh no sweetie. He didn’t tell us anything. He just told is you were doing good. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Mama reassures me.
I nod.
“What did you want to talk about?” I question.
“The trial.” she murmurs and I gulp. “Do you know what a trial is Kell?”
I nod again, remembering what Vic told me.
“Do you know what you have to do at the trial?” Papa asks and I shake my head. “You have to answer some questions about what your parents did.”
I gulp hard and give them a frightened look.
“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about.” Papa continues. “We need to be very honest when answering the questions. You’ve got nothing to worry about or be scared of. You just need to tell them what happened. They’re just memories Kell, they cant hurt you, don’t be scared of them.”
I nod although I still feel terrified.
“Another thing Sweetie, your parents are going to be there.” Mama whispers and my stomach drops even further and I start to feel sick
“Are you giving me back to them? I don’t want to go back. Please don’t make me. I’ll be better. I’ll behave. What did I do wrong? I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” I sob as tears start tumbling down my cheeks.
Mama gets out of her seat and comes around to me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“We would never give you back to them, ever. You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re not going anywhere.” she explains rubbing my back. “They’re just going to be doing what your doing, answering questions. Except they’re in trouble and you’re not. After the trial you’ll never have to see them again. And at the trial, you wont even have to talk to them. They’ll be nowhere near you and if they try anything, they’ll get in even more trouble.”
I nod feeling a little better but I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable being around them.
“Will you be there?” I ask hopefully.
“Of course. So will Papa and Tay will also be there.” Mama smiles.
“Will Vic?” I murmur.
“Sure. He can come if you want him to.” she nods.
I wipe my eyes and sniff as she pulls away.
“Okay.” I nod.
“I know it’s scary but it’ll be over and done with before you know it.” Papa says reassuringly. “But you don’t have to think about it for a few months. We’re just giving you a heads up.”
Mama smiles, peeling some hair off my face that had stuck there from the tears.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asks me.
“Can I have something I’ve never tried before?” I murmur.
“French toast?” she questions and I nod. I always wanted to try French toast.
She kisses my forehead before leaving the room. Vic enters the room and Papa looks up at him.
“Vic, could you take Kell to the mall later so he can spend his money?” Papa asks and Vic nods with a smile.
“Yeah sure.” he chirps.
He sits down next to me and takes my hand under the table. I blush immediately and look away from Vic. Papa narrows his eyes are me, probably finding my behavior strange.
“How is school, Kell?” Papa asks.
“Good.” I chirp. “I’m enjoying it. Sometimes things are boring and hard to understand but its nice. Vic helps me if I’m having trouble with my work.”
“And yet he cant seem to do his own.” Papa frowns, looking towards Vic.
That’s something I’ve noticed about Vic; he doesn’t do his work. He doesn’t even look at it. He just plays games on his phone or draws on the table. When I’ve questioned him about it he just shrugs. None of the teachers seem to care though.
I think the comment offended Vic because he gets up and leaves the room. Papa sighs softly and rubs his temple, seeming a little frustrated but mostly just saddened.
“I’ll go check on him.” I tell Papa.
“Thank you.” He whispers gratefully.
I just smile sadly then get up before going upstairs, heading to the bathroom where I’m pretty sure he’d be. I don’t think to knock before I open the door that surprisingly isn’t locked. I gasp when I see Vic in the bathtub with a blade to his wrist and blood running down his arm. He gulps and drops the blade as I close the door behind me and stride over to him. I get into the bathtub and pick up the blade, shoving it in my pocket before wrapping my arms tightly around Vic. He starts sobbing into my shoulder.
“I’m so stupid, Kellin.” He chokes out.
“You’re not.” I assure him.
“I am. My parents hate me. I just keep disappointing them. They deserve a better son.” He sobs.
I shake my head and rub his back.
“That’s not true.” I murmur. “They could never hate you. They love you so much Vic. They’re not disappointed in you, they’re just worried. My parents hated me. Your parents just want you to be okay.”
I get a little teary as I look down at his bleeding arm.
“How about you clean your arm? You don’t want it to get infected.” I mumble.
He nods wiping his eyes and pulling out of my arms. He shakily gets up and climbs out of the bathtub before going over to get the first-aid kit out of the cabinet.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Vic sniffs quietly.
“Its okay.” I smile sadly.
I run my hands along the bathtub as Vic fixes up his wounds.
“Why do you sit in the bathtub?” I ask just curious.
“I don’t know. Its comfortable.” He shrugs.
“Have you ever had a bath?” I ask.
“Yes, Kellin.” He chuckles. “You haven’t?”
“Nope.” I frown. “It wasn’t very often Mother and Father let me clean myself and I was only allowed to have a shower when I did. But that was very rare. Usually they’d just give me a sponge and a bowl of water.”
Vic sighs and mutters something under his breath. I get out of the bathtub and go over to him as he’s struggling to wrap the bandage back around his arm.
“Your parents make me so fucking mad.” He spits.
“I’m sorry.” I apologize.
“Don’t be. You have no reason to be sorry for anything. I’m sorry that they didn’t treat you right. I’m sorry that you had to go through all that. Never apologize for anything they did, Kellin. They were terrible people and they’re going to go away for a very long time.” Vic mutters, getting frustrated as the bandage keeps slipping from his hand.
I take it from him and he looks up at me. I start wrapping it around his arm and he sighs, smiling gratefully at me. I’ve never done this before but it seems simple.
“Kell, remember when I got beat up and you gave me frozen peas and told me to keep my bruises elevated?” Vic asks and I nod. “Where did you learn that?”
“Father was or wanted to be a doctor or something so he had a lot of health textbooks. I had a lot of time on my hands to I read all of them quite a few times. Then when he’d hurt me, I would look after myself.” I explain.
Vic smiles at that.
“And you claim to not be smart.” he smirks.
“I’m not. I didn’t understand a lot of the words but the pictures helped.” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“Associating text with pictures and learning that way is pretty smart.” Vic says.
I blush and just try to focus on what I’m doing.
“Why do you always say nice things?” I murmur, still blushing.
Vic hands me some medical tape and I stick down the end of the bandage.
“Because you deserve to have only nice things said to you.” Vic smiles.
“So do you.” I reply.
He frowns a little but leans forward and kisses my forehead.
“Thank you, Kells.” He whispers.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek.
“Mama’s making French toast.” I state.
“French toast sound nice.” He chirps.
I peck his lips and take his hand as he rolls his sleeve down. We leave the bathroom and Vic drops my hand when we get to the bottom of the stairs. We go back into the dining room where there’s breakfast on the table. Mama and Papa are talking quietly to each other. Vic and I sit down and Papa looks to Vic apologetically.
“I’m sorry, Vic. I-”
“I love you, Papa.” Vic interrupts and Papa looks shocked.
“I love you too, Mijo.” Papa smiles back then he turns to me and gives me a grateful look as if to say “thank you”.
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