#vicllin

Im sorry this Chapter was so late :( i hope you like it though :) 

  -Vic's third person point of view-                Vic left the bar in a daze. He didn’t even know how to feel anymore. He wanted to be mad, he wanted to feel angry. How could Jack treat him like that and he just took it all of the time? How could he blatantly abuse his power over him, did he not understand the delicacy of Vic’s situation? He didn’t know what he was messing with, yet why couldn’t Vic do anything? He could very easily stop him, but a part of Vic still loved Jack, a part of him still doesn’t want to let him go. He wanted to feel something, anything but he was so emotionally drained that he only felt numb.

                He walked slowly with his head down, almost mesmerized by the road below him.  He stopped by an abandoned building he and Mike used to play tag in as kids. As he looked at the old building he began his slideshow of memories. The first apartment on the first floor was the one they always went to, it was furnished with old chairs and couches, a random stove in the middle of the kitchen with pots and pans, a small closet and a queen sized bed. The rest of the floors were barren so they always played in that first floor’s ancient apartment.  He smiled at the memory, he and his brother would spend countless hours in there playing tag, hide and seek and whatever else they could imagine whether it be sword fights with the broken pieces of wood or the  try not to touch the floor game. However, he distinctly remembers his mother telling him when he couldn’t go anymore. It was the day his mother found a needle stuck to Mike’s back. She checked them for any others, took them to the doctor and told them not to go back there.

“Only the bad childrens go in there, and you my boys are not bad childrens.” Their mother said in her Mexican accent cupping their cheeks. 

 They promised their mom they wouldn’t go back, even though they didn’t understand at that moment what it meant. It wasn’t until their later teen years that they did go back. Mike went with girls and Vic went for other things, things his mother had warned him about and so much more.

“I’m glad mama can’t see who I am now.” thought Vic to himself. “She would be so disappointed in what her son had become.”

               He debated going in the building, as he had such a strong connection to it. He decided he would go in, for maybe only a couple minutes. He walked in, he realized immediately the old stove was gone. It was his favorite place to hide because it faced the window, even though he always got caught by his brother the beautiful sunlight rays through the little window in the stove made it worthwhile. He walked around the apartment and other than the missing stove; everything seemed to be the same. He sat on the couch and looked at the ceiling for a while, his heart swelling with emotions from being, basically, in his second childhood home. He was about ready to fall asleep when he heard noises coming from the closet. He looked at it and that’s when he saw a pair of brown eyes looking back at him. Vic felt his heart stop and prepared himself to run or fight.  All of a sudden he saw who it was and he rolled his eyes, he didn’t have time for this.  As he was about to walk out but the man talked to him.

“Sup bro I haven’t seen you since you left Mexico”

“Yeah Phil I’ve been around, here and there how about you?”

“Been good, good. You know Tino’s still looking for you right, he still wants his money” Phil was shaking; Vic assumed he just got finished getting high in that closet. Phil was a good friend of Vic’s from his past; he was about 5’10 and thin, way too thin to be healthy, tan skin and a high male pitched Hispanic voice.  Phil was a good person but Vic wasn’t about to go back to the lifestyle Phil still lives, not again.

“Tell Tino he can kiss my ass I paid him everything I owe him, tell him I’m out”

“Okay amigo but you know he’s not going to leave you alone until he gets what he wants. I’ll try to get him to focus on other things ya know las cosas importantes.” Phil said with a wink.

“Yeah I know, but I know what he wants and I’m not doing it again.  I gotta go, I have cosas importantes of my own” Vic said sternly.

“Yo bro! You sure you don’t want some blow before you leave man. It’s fucking amazing, straight from Jessie’s house”

Vic stopped and struggled, he wanted it so bad but he knew he couldn’t. It took all of his will power to say “Nah its okay i'm good” and keep walking.

He walked out of the building, the cold night air hitting his face once again. He sighed loudly and kept walking away from the bar, the apartment and all of his worries. He walked for about 6 blocks until he heard a piercing cry from two blocks ahead.  "Help, someone please help!"  He didn't know why he went to help; he could have let whatever happened, happen. He had problems of his own, but Vic had a conscience and he couldn't stop his feet from taking off in a sprint towards the voice. He stopped in front of a dark alley between two other abandoned apartment buildings. The only thing he could make out were two sky blue teary eyes looking back at him and then he saw why he was crying.  "Touch him and I’ll fucking kill you." he said in the menacing tone he had perfected over the years.  "And what if I do? What are you going to do you little bitch." That's when he got closer, exposing himself and the boy. Whoever he was, he was big, a lot bigger than Vic with a black ski mask over his face. The only thing he could see was two black eyes and the knife held at another man’s throat. The man seemed to be a little younger than Vic and looked oddly familiar. He was ghost pale with jet black hair and his eyes were a beautiful sky blue that reminded Vic of summer afternoons. His eye lids were red like he had been crying for a long time but even through the tears and his scared expression he was honestly he was one of the most beautiful boys Vic had ever seen. Vic pushed the other man against a wall, causing him to let go of the younger boy. Vic managed to pull the knife out of his hand but cutting himself in the process. Pain was something Vic was used to so this didn’t stop him. He put the knife in his pocket when the other man punched Vic in the face, and that's when Vic turned around and grabbed both of the man’s hands. He twisted them until he heard the “CRACK” he was waiting for, he knew he broken his wrists.  The man cried out in pain but Vic wasn’t done yet, he pushed the man against the wall and kicked him in the balls as hard as he could. The man dropped to the floor in front of him, Vic kneed him in the face and he was knocked out.

               Vic sighed loudly, to hurt someone was always tiring but he was content, he got the anger he wanted and he took it out on another low life this half of the city could do without. He felt proud of himself yet also a pang of sadness when he remembered where he had learned to do that. He walked over to the pale boy who was sitting in fetal position on the floor. Vic got on his knees in front of him and touched his shoulder, he was shaking violently. He inspected him quickly with his eyes to look for signs that he was hurt. "Hey are you okay, did he hurt you?”

The boy looked up at him, his eyes were wide and Vic knew that look. It was the look people always gave him after seeing what he could do, the look of pure fear that normally resulted in people running away from him. The boy didn’t run however, he extended his arms pulling Vic into a hug.

“Yes i’m fine, more than fine. Thank you so fucking much, you’re awesome!” the boy said with a smile.

Vic was in utter shock, he was completely frozen. “Um, no problem” Vic said awkwardly embracing the shaking boy.

“Oh my god your hand…” said the boy looking down at Vic’s bloody hand.

"It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine" Vic said with a firm yet uncertain voice. In reality it was a huge gash down his hand which was still bleeding crimson rivers.

"I’m just glad you are okay"

"Yeah I'm fine, but you don't look fine" he said seriously “there’s a hospital up the street, we should go and get your hand checked out".

"No!" Said Vic spontaneously "um I mean thanks for your concern but I have bandages and stuff back at my place".

"I'll go with you" the boy said with determination “It’s the least I can do, you’ve helped me so much I want to at least go with you and make sure you go home alright”

Vic smiled, this boy was actually concerned for him, he must be new around here. "I live pretty far from here, probably like 20 blocks"

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” said the boy with a stern voice; Vic could tell he was determined to stay.  

They walked with Vic trying to make small talk; he learned the strange boys name was Kellin. It was obvious by the boy’s looks and actions he wasn't from around here. He walked straight but with his head down. He smiled at Vic but he also carried an aura of sadness. Vic was so intrigued by this boy but he was also weary of him, he seemed so fucking familiar and Vic couldn't tell from where.

"So what were you doing out so late Kellin, especially around here"

"I could ask you the same thing" he said with that smile! It was so disarming and just beautiful Vic couldn’t help but laugh.

“I asked you first!” said Vic childishly

“I asked you second!” Kellin said just as childishly 

“Fine” Vic said shoving Kellin lightly. “I just wanted to go for a walk, clear my head. I couldn’t stay where I was for much longer, too much stress ya know.” Vic said looking back at Kellin. “Your turn.”

“Same reason but I guess it is kind of obvious i’m not from around here” said Kellin looking around laughing” Wow i’m really far from where I live. I live in the city but i’m from Michigan.”

“Why made you decide to come to Cali?”

“Long story but basically I moved here with a friend to get away from small town life.”

“I understand, I left for a while but, I missed it. There’s no place like home” Vic said smiling nostalgically.

“That’s for sure.” Kellin almost whispered.

Vic looked at Kellin who seemed to be out in his own imagination. They spend the rest of the way talking and laughing. Kellin’s sad aura seemed to be disappearing; they didn’t even notice that Vic’s hand had stopped bleeding. Vic looked up suddenly and realized he was right in front of the bar.

“We’re here” Vic said gesturing to Mayhem with his eyes.

“Mayhem” said Kellin to himself. “Cool name, is this yours?”

“Yup it’s my bar slash apartment and band studio” Vic said happily “Wanna come in?”

“That’s Awesome.” Said Kellin looking at the giant neon Mayhem sign “Sure I’d love to”