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"Kellin? Where are you?" Vic called out, walking in the door.

The last time he came home and I was on the couch, I got beat so I made sure to stay upstairs in my room all day. His tone of voice seemed calm, but that didn't mean anything.

"In here." I yelled from my room.

"Well come out, you idiot." He said with a laugh, trying not to get irritated.

I opened the door and ran down the stairs immediately.

"Wow, someone's excited to see me." He stated, looking me up and down.

Oh god. He was going to say something about my body.

"U-uh, yeah. I've been waiting for you to come home all day." I lied with the best smile I could muster up.

"Awe." He laughed. "Come here."

I nervously stepped toward him and he pulled me closer, slightly roughly. Just not as rough as usual.

"Are you nervous to be around me, Kell?" He asked.

Kell? What?

"Y-yes." I told him truthfully.

"Why?" He questioned sternly.

"I- because you just, uh-" I couldn't manage to get my words out.

"Fucking say it, Kellin."  He smiled, almost evilly. He was trying to contain his anger.

"I'm always afraid that you're gonna hit me or yell at me. I'm always scared that I'll mess something up and you'll get upset." I told him. I wanted to look away so badly, but holding his gaze was worth not being hit.

"Hm. Okay." He said, still holding me tightly. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh god, yes." I practically moaned. Just the thought of food made my heart beat faster. I hadn't eaten in a week and a half.

"Alright. Put on some shoes and we can hit a drive-thru." He said.

I quickly found my TOMS, excited to be eating. I couldn't wait.

"I'm ready." I told him, nervously.

"Okay." He replied. He took my hand gently and we walked out the door.

"Oh no. Vic, wait." I thought out loud.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I haven't covered myself up today." I admitted. He'd probably be mad that I didn't cover up the bruises and cuts.

He looked at the bruises with a dead expression. He thought it was normal.

"Uh, it's fine. We're just going through a drive-thru anyway." He said, making me relax.

"O-okay." I said, getting into the car. "Why haven't you hit me today?" I asked nervously.

"You haven't frustrated me yet. Not enough at least." He said.

"But you hit me without reason all the time..." I trailer off.

"Are you trying to get beat? I didn't know you actually liked it. Maybe next time I'll do something rougher." He suggested. I could tell he was getting mad.

I better shut up. I thought.

"No, no. I don't like it, I promise. I hate it. I don't like when you hurt me." I admitted.

"Good. You deserve the pain anyway." He replied.

That wasn't true. I didn't deserve it.

"Okay." I said simply.

We pulled into the drive-thru of Burger King. I hated Burger King and Vic knew that, but it was okay. I was hungry so it didn't matter. I'd eat anything at this point.

"Welcome to Burger King, how can I help you?" The employee asked.

Vic stuck his head out the window and spoke.

"Hello. Uh, can I get two Rodeo cheese burgers, please? With extra pickles." He ordered. I knew that he already ate and this order was for me.

"Wait, Vic, I'm allergic to-." I tried telling him.

"Shut up." He mumbled. "Can I also get a large fry...and uh, a large Sprite, please?"

"Vic, I'm allergic to p-"

"Is that all for today?" The lady asked.

"I'm aller-"

"Yes, that's all. Don't forget those pickles." He smiled.

"I'M ALLERG-"

"Kellin, shut up, would you?!" He rolled his eyes and drove to the first window.

He retrieved order and set everything down. He took one of the burgers out and threw it at my lap.

"Eat." He demanded.

I opened the wrapper and stared down at the sandwich. There were probably about thirteen pickled under the bun. I couldn't eat this. I'd pass out.

"I thought you said you were hungry." He stated. He was mad, I could tell.

"I am, trust me. I just-"

"Then fucking eat it, Kellin." He growled.

"I can't, I'm-"

"Why not?!" He yelled, interrupting me again.

"LET ME TALK, VIC!" I screamed. I was gonna hit for this for sure, but I couldn't take it!

He look absolutely shocked that I yelled at him and he slammed the brakes. I never raised my voice. I was always too scared. He was silent as he stared at me.

"I'm allergic to pickles." I told him, tears running down my cheeks.

"Well, eat them anyway. I paid extra for those. You told me you love pickles so I don't know why you're faking like you're allergic now. This is why I don't treat you. Every time I do, you never fucking appreciate it." He raised his voice.

I never once told him that I loved pickles. I would never even say something like that. It'd be stupid to tell him I loved something that I was actually allergic to. Not to mention, I highly appreciate when he treats me. It's part of what keeps me going.

I swallowed my pride and took a bite of the burger. I could feel my tongue swelling already.

"Finally you listen to me." He said, stepping on the gas and driving home.

By the second sandwich, I was coughing and choking majorly. It was hard to breathe and I was wheezing. My face was swollen and red.

"V-Vic, help! I...can't...b-breathe!" I yelled, frantically fanning myself. My body was hot and I was gasping for air.

Vic pulled into his driveway and parked quickly. Was he actually going to help me or was he just driving recklessly again?

Vic hopped out of his seat and opened my door, unbuckling my seatbelt right after. He picked me up bridal-style and ran into the house. I can't believe he was actually gonna help me. I grasped onto his shirt, afraid that he'd drop me. I had tears rolling down my cheeks, making it even more difficult to breathe.

"Do you have any medicine for this?" He asked, rushing his words.

I nodded, pointing to my room. He carried me upstairs quickly, pushing the door to my bedroom open. He tossed me onto the bed and began thrashing my room.

"Where is it?" He yelled at me.

"T-the second drawer." I pushed out, holding onto my stomach.

He found the epipen I used and shot it into me. He also found a bottle of pills. He opened them roughly, causing them to fly everywhere. He picked one up and grabbed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. He threw the pill into my mouth and made me swallow it.

"I'll go get you some water." He said, running downstairs and coming back with a glass. He helped me sit up and assisted me in drinking.

"Thank you." I mumbled. I hoped he wouldn't be mad that I was thankful. He probably would hit me for eating the pickles in the first place.

"Whatever." He muttered. He sat on the bed in front of me. "Holy shit this is uncomfortable."

"I know." I said quietly.

"Oh shush. You should be sleeping on the floor. In here. Not with me." He said. "You're lucky to even have a bed."

"You're right. I'm sorry." I apologized.

"What did I say about apologizing, Kellin?" He grumbled.

"I'm s-" I stopped.

He hit me anyway. Clean across the face.

"Next time, just don't eat the pickles, you fucking dumbass." He rolled his eyes and walked out, slamming the door shut. He locked it from the outside. Now I was locked in.

He was so bad to me, but it's okay because he took care of me, right? It was a form on an apology even if he would never say it.

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