K. Quinn

They locked me in a small closet. And they're threatening to call the police about my powers- and Vic's. I sit in the closet and rock back and forth. I didn't realize I had a bit of claustrophobia until now. 

"Kellin?" My so-called "mother" opens the closet and hands me a small tray of food and water. I turn my head and stare at the blank wall. "Kellin, look at me," she says. "I'm worried about you. You haven't eaten and drank anything all week. You're going to one day, might as well start today." 

I scoff and roll my eyes. 

"Kellin, I'm sorry. But it's not our fault your a freak. We're just trying to stop you from hurting people. You have to understand. I still love you, and so does your dad." 

I don't need your "love" I bring my knees to my chest. 

"Kellin answer me-"

"What's going on in here?" I hear my "father" grunt and walk into the room. 

"Your son is being a teenager," she scoffs. She walks out of the room, leaving me with this monster. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me up against a wall. 

"You respect your mother. If it were up to me, I'd starve you. You understand me?" He growls, inches away from my face. "I called my friend from the CIA. And he is very interested in coming in and questioning you. After that, scientists will get you and finally get rid of your freak powers. Then you can come home. With us, and we can be a family again-"

"A family? You want to be a family like before? How you used to insult everything I did? How you'd slap me when things got tough for you? You want that again? Fine! Hit me! But I'm not going to a fucking research lab where they'll prod and poke me until I die from cardiac arrest! You don't think I figured it out? His heart gave out. Those "scientists" will kill me. Do you understand that?" I shout. 

Then I feel a sharp pain on my cheek. I cautiously bring my fingertips to my cheek, then I feel my thumb to my stinging lip. I stare at my finger. At the blood. 

"Shut the hell up, boy," he points a finger at me. "We had a perfect family, it's your fault," he growls. "But just for that, maybe I'll mention your precious boyfriend," he says. 

"Don't you dare bring him into this!" I shout back. 

"Shut the hell up!" He punches me. I fall backward and my head hits the ground. "If I hear anything from you, your boyfriend gets it," he says menacingly. He kicks me in the stomach, making me bite my tongue to keep from screaming. He kicks me a few more times before throwing me back into the closet and slamming the door shut. 

I lay on my side, an unbearable pain spreading through me like a wildfire. I let out a groan and slowly move, the pain being more and more unbearable. I prop myself up on the wall, still sitting. I gently lift my shirt to examine my forming bruises. I wince when I touch them, even slightly. I cough into my arm, and spot blood. 

Great, maybe I'll die before the CIA or scientists get here. 

I feel tears well up in my eyes. Not because I'm in pain. Not because I'm so close to death, I can see it. No. Because I'll never see Vic again. Never hold him in my arms. Never kiss him. Never tell him I love him. What will happen to him? Would he miss me? What would he do? God forbid he tries to get me back while I'm stuck in the lab. 

I almost laugh at the thought. I'm here, sitting in a dark closet, with severe pain through my whole body, and I'm coughing up blood. Not to mention, I'm about to be questioned by the CIA, and about to go to a lab where I'll die. For sure. 

I finally let myself break down. Tears roll down my cheeks. It's over. I gasp for breath. It's over. All of the fighting. The hiding. For nothing. It's over for me. I shakily take the chain off my neck, staring at the silver ring. 

KQ&VF Forever and Always

I bring the ring to my lips and kiss it. 

I'm sorry Vic.