Title from Heavy by Linkin Park. 

A/N: I won't spoil anything, but this chapter mentions Chester Bennington and Mitch Lucker. I'm sorry in advance if it triggers anyone. 

VIC'S POV (A/N ohhHHhhhhH) 

After he went off to his classes the next day, I went to my car and drove to the building. I walk in and greet Mike Shinoda and Joe Hahn before walking in. 

"Hey, have you heard anything from Tony?" Mike asks. I shake my head. "I tried asking Andy, but he wouldn't tell me anything," he sighs. 

"Yeah. I'll tell you if we get anything, okay?" I speak. He nods and lets me in. 

I spot Oli and walk over to him. "Hey, have you heard anything?" 

He turns and eyes me. "Vic, if I heard anything, I would've called you by now," he retorts. "I've been working with Barrett, but he won't tell me much. He just mops around, waiting for his brother to get better." 

"What about-" 

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" Andy steps up onto a table. Everyone stops and turns to him. I see Gerard, with his face in his hands, and Awsten looking on edge. "We recently received news that Jeuse Bostwick escaped prison. More information to come," he speaks before jumping off. He walks over to Awsten and whispers something. 

My heart drops. Kellin's going to be devastated. The only thing keeping him together was the reminder that his dad is still in prison. 

I walk over to Andy. "Hey, what the hell happened?" I ask. He turns to me and Awsten sighs. 

"He killed two of ours," Andy starts. 

"Who?" I ask softly. 

(A/N I'm really sorry for what I'm about to do)

"Bennington and Lucker," he answers, giving me a serious look. Awsten shakes his head and walks away, I watch him, and I know Andy does the same. "I'm going to talk to their families. Later today, and Awsten keeps saying he wants to join me, but at the same time," he trails off. 

"Go to him," I sigh. He nods and walks off. I turn around and see Mike in tears. He was in earshot. Chester was his best friend. 

I give him a sad look. "Mike wait-"

He wraps his arms around himself. "No, leave me alone," his voice cracks and he runs off. 

I bite my lip and walk over to my office. I spot Oli talking to Mike and Joe. Oli turns and makes eye contact with me. He nods and turns back to Mike, who's crying, leaning against Joe for support. 

I turn around and see Chester and Mitch's pictures getting put up on a wall. We call it the Wall of Honor. We put up pictures for everyone who passes and was in the force.

"Is it true?" 

I turn again and see Jaime staring at me. "Did they..." He looks back at the pictures. 

I nod slowly. He sighs. "Lucker saved me once," he mumbles. "Saved my fucking life once. And Chester... He helped us save Oli once." 

"I'm going to fucking kill him," I growl. "Jeuse doesn't deserve to be alive." 

Jaime scoffs. "He deserves life in pain." 

"I have to go tell Kellin that his father is out now. I'll be back," I sigh. Jaime nods. 

~~~

"Vic, is something wrong?" Kellin asks the second he looks at me. He rushes forward and grabs my hand. "You're scaring me and you haven't even said anything yet." 

"Baby..." I start. "Kellin your- he-" I take a deep breath. "He escaped." 

Kellin pales and drops his hand from mine. He stumbles back. "Vic I-" He starts hyperventilating. "What do I do?" He gives me a scared look. "Vic, what do I do?" 

"Kellin, I don't know, but I swear-"

"You can't swear shit," he shouts. I give him a sad look as he clenches his fists. "You said he wouldn't get out."

"I know, but I didn't expect him to kill anyone to get out-" I blurt out. Kellin's eyes widen and his jaw drops. 

"Vic-"

"No, I didn't mean that I-"

"Vic," he exhales. "Who did he kill?" 

"Chester Bennington... And Mitch Lucker," I answer, a lump forming in my throat. He collapses to his knees. I rush over to him and he takes sharp, short breaths. 

"Two people?" He mumbles. "He killed- just because of me?" He starts visibly shaking. 

"Kellin, please. Just, take a deep breath-"

"I can't calm down right now," he growls. I look down and see drops of water hit the floor. "Vic- why me? Why did this happen?" He speaks, sounding less angry, but weaker. I open my arms and he lays against my chest. I wrap my arms around him and he lifelessly lays against me, trying to breathe. 

"We're going to find him, okay? I won't rest until I find that son of a bitch," I promise him. He doesn't respond. I look down and see him, tears racing down his face. His small body is shaking. And his chest rising and falling at uneven paces. 

I hold him up and lay him down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around him. I place a pillow under his head. He looks up at me. 

"Vic..." He starts, giving me a look that I never want to see again. "Should I just... Kill myself?" 

My heart breaks, and I drop to my knees to meet his level. "Kellin, never think about that again, okay? Don't even fucking think about hurting yourself for that sick bastard, okay? Promise me," I grab his hand. 

"But... Fewer people will die," he mumbles. "It makes sense, doesn't it?" But I don't care if it makes sense. I won't lose you. I can't lose you. 

"No, because then he wins. And even if you do that, it won't stop him from killing," I speak gently. He finally calms his breathing and nods slowly. 

"But if it comes down to it... I might have to," he answers weakly. "Because I won't let you or anyone else die for me." 

"No, Kellin. Don't think like that, please?" 

He nods again. "Okay," he croaks out. 

I lean forward and plant a soft kiss on his forehead. I won't let that happen.