Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Vic's P.O.V.

I'm trembling. They're yelling at me, shooting me down with words and I can't get up. I'm dying, over and over again, and they have my brother tied up so he can't save me. Jaime is being beaten. I'm screaming for it to stop, but there's nothing they can do for me. Blood trickles down my wrists and water laps around my head. Suddenly, the voices sound sad and regretful. My body hurts, but I feel so peaceful. Someone's screaming. Someone's crying. Someone is holding my hand, my wrist, touching my neck.

Then there is a light. Somebody's arms wrap around me and a familiar voice whispers in my ear. They kiss me, and all the pain drains from my body. I'm drifting away in their arms, and I feel free. I smile as the light envelops me...

***

I'm awoken by ice cold water being splashed on my face. I bolt upright, frantically rubbing water out of my eyes.

"Godammit, Mike." I say while my brother laughs at me. My fifteen year old brother, Mike, is still dressed in his pyjamas and is going red with laughter.

"You were muttering something in your sleep, and I assumed it wasn't good so I did you a favour." He giggles.

I groan and roll my eyes. "What time is it?" Mike glances at the clock.

"9:04, and it's a Saturday." He answers, then skips out of the room, looking completely ridiculous, and he knows it.

I yawn, remnants of the dream floating back to me. It makes my heart hurt. I've had similar dreams like that before. They always feel much too real. So saddening and grief stricken. Yet there's always that essence of peaceful liberty. That's what scares me. Because it's so persuading.

After taking a quick shower, I go downstairs and am welcomed by the smell of pancakes. I grin. My mom makes great pancakes, and so does my dad. They're both great cooks, though of course, one is better than the other. I won't say which. Mike is already stuffing his face when I get to the table.

"Are you going to Jaime's place today?" My mom asks me as I pour syrup on the pancakes. Most Saturdays I went to Jaime's for a bit of the day. I try to spend as much time with my family as possible, though.

"Yeah, most likely." I answer.

My mom nods. "Well, we'll be having a marathiin on TV tonight, so you better come home early to join us."

I smile, "Of course Mom."

After breakfast, I sit in my room with my guitar for a while. I can hear Mike pounding away on his drums. My brother is an excellent drummer, and I am also considering asking him to join my band if it ever happens.

At 12:30 I hop into my car and start driving to Jaime's. Once I get to an intersection, it starts getting slower and I peer around the other cars to see what's going on. Flashing lights signals that it was an accident, and probably a big one considering the traffic. 

I groan, hating how slow it is moving. I can just play some music and pass the time, but I can already see an officer coming towards the cars, leaning over to tell people that they're most likely closing the road. Better make it easier for myself and leave. 

I manage to get out, but turns out a lot of people had the same idea. I finally veer off into a section of the neighbourhood that Jaime lives in and escape all the madness out there. Accidents always seem to make people crazy. 

As I'm driving, I spot a familiar head of dark hair, walking beside a ginger guy. I immediately recognize the dark haired one as Kellin. I duck my head as I begin to pass him, and I really hope he doesn't see me. Is it just me, or is Kellin everywhere I go? 

I make it to Jaime's house, running up the steps to his front door. His door is open, though he has a screen door. It's unlocked, so I go inside. I don't think his parents are in the house, since I hear someone in the backyard. I call for Jaime, who's head appears around the door to his room. 

"Oh hey Vic." He says, opening the door wider so I can come in. I crash onto his bean bag and he sits down on his bed, plucking mindlessly at one of the strings on his bass that is sitting beside him on his bed. 

"Sooooooooooo." He pulls out the word, as if he is expecting me to say something. I look up at him and sigh. 

"What is it Jaime?" I ask. 

He shrugs. "Nothing. You just seem a little under the weather." 

I sit up. "Just a bad dream. I'm fine." 

He nods, considering this. "Oh." Is all he says. 

We sit like this for a few minutes, me on the bean bag and Jaime plucking at his strings. He eventually picks it up and plays something, then sets it back down. 

"Hey so, prom's coming up. You going with anyone?" He asks.

"I don't care much for prom, but if I were to go, I'd go with the person I'm dating." I laugh. "But I don't have one." 

Jaime laughs. "Well, we can go as a group, but I'm hoping on scoring a date." 

I smirk. "And who might that be?"

He gets up and does a crazy bow, acting all prince like. "You, my good sir!" We both burst out laughing and he pulls me up and we pretend to dance. We're still laughing when he adds. "No, but seriously, if I were to go with someone, I would go with Jenna Whyler. She's cute and smart. Good combo." 

Jenna Whyler is cute and smart. I've seen the two of them talking and laughing together. It will be good for Jaime if he asks her to prom. 

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Jenna is nice." And she honestly is. I've talked to her before too and she was very nice to me. She still is nice to me. 

"Want something to eat?" Jaime says as I follow him out of his room. The Preciado house isn't a big house, but it's cozy and still spacious. I love coming here. 

"Sure." I answer, going into his kitchen and searching thorugh his fridge. I end up makinig myself a sandwich, since I didn't feel like their leftovers from yesterdays dinner. We eat and then we decide to go to the basketball court down the block, next to the playground. There's nothing else to do, and I guess if we get bored we'll go down to the strip mall and buy junk food. 

Jaime kicks around the garage, in search of a basketball. "Found one!" He cries as he lifts the ball triumphantly in the air. We set off for the basketball court, talking about how ridiculous it is that nobody has invented clothes that adjust to the temperature outside. It's a very warm day, mind you. 

When we're approaching the court, guess who I see? Whoop de do, you guessed it. Kellin. 

"Fuck..." I mutter, but Jaime doesn't hear me. He doesn't mind Kellin, which is fine by me. But I really do not want to see Kellin. 

Once we get to the court, I watch Kellin and his friends shoot a few baskets until he truns towards us. "Hi guys." He doesn't even look at me. "This is Matty." 

The guy named Matty raises a hand in greeting. 

"I'm Jaime and this is Vic." Jaime says, gesturing towards me. "Wanna have a two on two game? I'll have to admit first hand, Vic isn't that good." 

"Hey!" I say as I swerve to get the ball. Matty is really good, and I have to admit, Kellin isn't that bad either. Jaime is good as well, and me... Let's just resort to what Jaime said is somewhat accurate. We score a few goals, but it's obvious we're losing. I eventually sit out, laughing at Jaime's helpless expression. 

"Traitor!" He calls. 

I wait for the mini match to end, and it ends with Jaime losing, though he doesn't seem to mind. I get up to retrieve the ball when something quickly slips into my pocket before I can even register what happened. I glance around, seeing Kellin walking back towards Matty. 

"It was nice meeting you guys!" Matty calls as they turn and leave. Jaime wipes sweat off his brow. 

"Damn, that guy is good." Jaime states. "And hey, Kellin isn't too bad either." I nod, and we head back to his house. I tell him I should head home, and I get into my car.

"See ya!" Jaime says as he shuts his door and I drive away. After I get out of his line of vision, I pull the car over and pull out whatever was in my pocket. A crumpled piece of lined paper lies on my palm. I spread it out so that I can see whatever is written on it. 

Wrists are for bracelets, not cutting. 

I made you a promise. Meet me at The Rock at 5:00 pm tomorrow. 

~KQ

A/N: Bam! Suspense. Hope this chapter was a little longer than the last. 

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