GUYS I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME. IVE BOT BEEN MOTIVATED TO WRITE AND I JUST IDK. BUT IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND ENJOY THE NEE CHAPTERS. CHAPTERS SHOULD BE BACK ON REGULAR SCHEDULE SOON. HOPEFULLY.

Also, Guys what the heck do you do when all your old crushes start flirting with you again? It's like I met a guy okay and we're just getting to know each other and such (I didn't tell anyone either) and then BAM two of my old crushes were all over me yesterday. First of all did like something happen? Am I suddenly cute? Wtf happened.

Kellin's POV

I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex and shut the engine to my old car. I grabbed my bag from the back seat before starting towards the little place I call home. I climbed to the third floor and dug around inside my bag a few minutes trying to find my keys. Once I found them, I opened the door and sighed. I threw my bag on the floor and shut the door behind me before resting against it and closing my eyes.

I was trying to wrap my head around what all just happened with Vic. Well nothing actually happened besides him being nice, but that's the thing. He was nice. It was odd. He was just different and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I could handle the guys who threw me around in the bedroom and called me dirty names if they saw me on the street, but this was all new and I didn't know exactly what to do with myself.

I've never really had friends and the idea of Vic possibly wanting to be friends with me seemed absurd. Hell he was a guy who payed to fuck me, how could something like that turn into a friendship? I mean I guess stranger things have happened, but not to me. Who would want to be friends with me anyway? I was a whore for christ sakes.

I looked around my small apartment and sighed. The cream colored walls lightly clashed with the dark green color of the couch and the dark brown of the carpet. The coffee table was scarred and water stained, littered with papers and a few cups. The lamp worked but was this hideous red color . My tv sat up on a very unstable shelf and the DVDs I owned were stacked neatly underneath. The room wasn't matched together well but somehow it worked. It was home.

Oliver payed me well but the cost of apartments were high. So instead of a high class apartment I chose a smaller less fabulous one in order to save some money. It had everything I needed, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room. There wasn't much more I could ask for. I had fixed it up quite nicely, despite all the mismatched furniture. I could probably change it now but it some odd way the disheveled mess of furniture just made the place cozy.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and walked down the short hallway to my room. The walls in here were a light yellow color that I didn't mind. Truthfully I could say that yellow was my favorite color. I plopped myself and my bag down on the soft grey bedsheets and took a deep breath. It felt so good to be home. I pulled my bag closer to me and started ruffling through it. I pulled out old lingerie sets and some thigh highs that I threw into the dirty laundry. I went through my small makeup bag to see if there were any broken or empty products so I could throw them out. I didn't wear a lot of makeup, just a simple dusting every now and then but I will say I had quite a talent for it. Especially sfx or theatre makeup. Whenever we had themed shows or the girls just wanted something a little extra, I was their man. I had always love dabbling in makeup when I was younger, especially the sfx side. At one point I had even thought about making a career out of it but things don't always work out the way they should.

After cleaning my bag out I sat it to the side and stood up to take my own clothes off. I threw them into the hamper  just like the lingerie, making it with my first shot. As I started the short walk across the hall to the bathroom I stopped in front of the big mirror on my dresser. I looked at myself and frowned. Why did everyone want to sleep with me? I was pale, sickly pale, I was too skinny, my hair hung limp, my lips and hole face were just a disaster. I didn't see the appeal but the sold out nights and bruises on my thighs said otherwise.

My hand trailed down the slightly purple skin. Someone had grabbed a little too hard. It was the same on my hips, except those were fading. I came across a rough one every now and then, but these faded one were from a regular of mine. Jack. He had a hard grip and truth be told I'm sure he liked seeing the faint bruises on me. I never told him to stop or be more gentle, even though I thought he liked the marks I don't think he meant them, he had a strong grip. Plus if I had a problem with him all I would have to do is tell Oliver. One of the rules were no marks, Jack was an exception of mine though. He paid higher than most did and that meant more money for Oliver and me. I saw him at least three times a week if not more. I was his favorite and he wouldn't have anyone else.

I stared at myself a few more minutes before pulling my gaze away. I needed a shower. I turned the hot water all the way up and stepped in. The water burnt my skin but it felt great on my tense muscle. It probably wasn't the best idea to bathe in the hottest water possible, but I did. It was the only way to wash all the dirt away.