A Special Kind of Love

Vic and I walk over to his family with a little space between us, not that it even matters, they already saw us kiss and have probably put together that I'm carrying his kid. Before anyone you say something to Vic or I Vivian spoke up.

"So how about we all head to our house for dinner, Kellin dear will you be going home to study or joining us?" Vivian asks and I give a small smile.

"Don't worry I will be joining everyone, I would never miss a chance to enjoy your cooking, especially when Vic can't cook to save his life." I say with a small laugh and Vic just shoots me a glare which instantly shuts me up.

"Actually mama, I remember Kellin's mom saying that he needed to be home very soon so he can't join us for dinner." Vic says and I frown, I thought he wanted me to be with him so he could come out to his family.

"Well if that's the case then I will see you later sweetie." Vivian says before giving me a hug, I just nod before heading out of the building with Vic.

"What the actual fuck was that?" I yell at Vic once we get to the truck.

'Just get in the damn car so i can take you home." He says, not looking at me.

"Nice your, no you're going to answer my fucking question." I say and I know this yelling is going to upset the twins a lot but I'm to pissed to care.

"You want to know what that was? That was me being so fucking embarrassed because your a fucking freak." Vic yells at me and I fall silent. A sudden look of realization crosses Vic's face and he looks at me with sad eyes.

"Kellin I'm so fucki-""Take me the fuck home." I say cutting him off before climbing into the truck. The entire ride home is silent and when he parks the truck at our complex I just get out of the truck and get to the building as fast as I can manage without hurting the twins.

When I get into our apartment I slam the door shut and feel tears fall from my eyes and I don't try to stop them. That fucking ass hole hurt me but he's right, I am a freak.

*Trigger Warning*

Without even thinking I go to our bedroom and rummage through our dresser.

"Found it." I whisper as I grab the small wooden box that hasn't been touched in a year or two, I then go to the bathroom and pull out the contents of the box. I hold the razor loosely between y finger deciding if I really want to do this. Oh course you do you fucking freak, a voice in the back of my head screams and without another thought I pull up my hoddie sleeves and move the blade across my bare skin. Ten cuts on each arm, but I'm still not satisfied.

I then pull my jeans off and move the blade across my thighs, this time I make to many cuts to count, I just go until I am satisfied. Once I out the blade away I and clean up any blood on the floor before I bandage my cuts.

*Trigger Warning End*

Once I put everything back the way it was I change into a long sleeve black shirt and a pair of sweatpants before grabbing a blanket off of the bed and curling up on the couch, it doesn't feel right sleeping there right now, before I drift off I get up to get a quick snack when I feel the twins kick and I burst into tears. How could I do that to the? i have no idea if doing that will affect the in anyway and I just fucking did it.

I just crawl back under the blanket that I had on the couch before falling asleep with tears streaming down my cheeks.