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I took a step toward Vic and immediately pressed my lips to his. I didn’t just like him; I loved him. He was so strong and brave and smart. He was things I wasn’t, and a person who would risk getting hurt so terribly just to stand up for who he was and that’s what I loved about him. It just took me a while to realize it but I had finally pieced it together.
As he broke from me, I noticed my blood had gotten on his lip but he left it there, despite knowing its presence.
“You what?” He asked me. His hands trembled and mine did too but, still I ignored it for the time being.
“I love you, Vic. I’m sorry you had to find out when I knocked three guys out but, if it helps, I’m just now putting it together. I’m not the smartest, I’m sorry.” I explained. I rubbed the back of my head and looked down at the ground just Vic lifted my head so I could look him in the eyes. There they were again: this beautifully bright eyes. They held admiration and love and I couldn’t help but allow my heart to leap from its hull.
“I love you too, Kellin.” He kissed me feverishly and I matched his pace but when we broke apart, I held him in a hug and didn’t want to let go. Although I was in unbelievable physical pain, I felt like finally, I did something right for once. It was like I couldn’t mess this up no matter how hard I tried. But I didn’t want to try. I just wanted to be good for Vic.
“Vic, I-I promise I’ll take care of you. I’m working so I have money and I also have a car-“
“Kellin.” Mr. Fuentes called. He was walking towards us with his eyebrows furrowed. He looked mad but, at the same time, grateful. He glanced at the boys groaning on the sidewalk and I looked down at them with disgust. This was the extent I’d go for Vic.
“You’ll hear from my father, Bostwick.” Justin groaned and groggily got up, hobbling over to his friends as they tried to leave.
“And you’ll hear from my lawyer, Mr. Hills, if you ever come near my son, my house, or Kellin ever again.” Mr. Fuentes responded. I looked at him and he gave me a smile before hugging me tightly, though I winced. My ribs were killing me.
“I appreciate what you did for my son, Kellin. You did it without hesitation and I couldn’t thank you enough. You’re a good man.” He said, breaking away from our hug. He turned to Vic and hugged him just as tight and kissed the side of his head but Vic groaned. He didn’t like the affection he was getting from his dad. I just laughed.
“I can’t believe you, K.” My mom said, coming over to me. “Are you okay? Let’s go to the hospital. I’ll get you some bacitracin and soup.” My mom kissed my cheeks, put her hand on my forehead and licked her thumb to wipe some dry blood from my cheek. I shrugged her off with a groan as I moved my shoulder and she let a tear fall from her eye.
“Ma, what is it?” I asked. I pulled her in for a hug and she sniffled into my dirty shirt.
“You’re just,” She pulled away from me. “You’re my son, Kellin.” I looked down at her and understood what she meant.
I wasn’t my father. I wasn’t who he was. He wouldn’t have done that. Not even for my mom. But I would. Especially for Vic. I wasn’t my father; I was myself.
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bad ending. epilogue will make up for it.
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