Dangerous Hearts (Kellic)

After calling the wrong prostitution agency, Kelin meets a young prostitute name Vic. But not everyone is exactly who they seem when feelings start to form and an old ex trying to make their life a living hell.​​ (Warnings: Boyxboy smut almost every chapter. Some sexual assault. I do let you know before hand.)

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20. Chapter Twenty

Warning: Brief mentions of past chapters in the beginning.

The police drove me down to the police station and had me sit in one of those interrogation rooms for about an hour before anyone actually came in and anything even happened. It wasn't the room with a two way mirror, though; I could see everyone who was walking outside very clearly, which was fine with me—I’d rather know that they were for sure there instead of be paranoid about who was watching me. My friend, Gabe, who lived around there, came to in to ‘represent’ me, I guess. They said I’d probably need someone to help me if they were ever going to arrest and lock up Dan. I knew Gabe went to law school and was top of his class, so why wouldn't I want to choose him? Plus, he said he’d do it for free since we’re friends.

“Okay, Kellin. We’re going to ask you a few questions. We need you to answer them as honestly and with as much detail as you can,” a cop said as he walked into the room and closed the door, sitting down in front of me. I nodded, and he started the long list of questions. “Okay, how do you know Dan West?” he asked, turning on a recorder.

“I met him in high school. I was about fifteen or sixteen the first time I met him,” I said quietly. He scooted the recorder closer to me since I was being so quiet.

“Were you ever romantically involved with Dan?” I nodded. “I need you to say it so that we have it on record...”

“Yes, I was romantically involved with him.” I kept playing with my hands and fingers in my lap feeling really nervous.

“Has Dan ever forced himself on you without consent?” I really didn't want to answer. It hurt so bad just to think about.

“Yes,” I mumbled, just barely audible.

“Can you please explain to us what he did to you?” he asked. How could someone do that all the time and not feel sick about the people they brought in?

“I don't want to.” I swallowed hard and bit the inside of my cheek.

“We need you to, Kellin. We need to know what he did and how much that correlates with Mr. Boken’s case. He’s the other victim in this.” I looked over at Gabe, and he nodded at me to go ahead.

“We were together and… it was one of those teenage things, y’know. When you think you’re ready. We were making out, and I got nervous and told him to stop…” I felt like my words were caught in my throat, and I was choking on them. “He wouldn't listen. I tried pushing him off of me, and he wouldn't...”

“When did this incident occur?”

“When I was high school,” I told him, and I felt like I was going to break into tears, but my body wasn't going to let me.
“Has he ever done this again since that first incident?” I nodded. “Can you explain to us when and where this happened?”

“It was at a party. I was with my current boyfriend… I left the room to find a couple of our friends that were also there. He took me into a room. I cried and cried, but he just wouldn’t fucking stop... He made me relive that whole thing again...”

At that point, I finally started crying. The tears were running down my face like some kind of waterfall. I hated crying in front of people—it made me feel weak and useless to everyone. My breathing was extremely heavy. I felt like I was about to have a panic attack… or maybe I already was. I got up and ran out of the room, finding a bathroom. I went in the biggest stall at the end. I leant against the wall and slid down it, hugging my knees to my chest, and sobbed even harder than I had been before. I knew that running from it wasn't really going to work, but I needed to get out. After a couple of minutes, my breathing calmed down. I got up, walking out of the stall and past the urinals. I opened the door, revealing Gabe. It looked like he was just about to come in.

“They think they got everything that they need right now, but they need you to stay here for a little longer just in case they need anything else from you.” I nodded and wiped my face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m never going to be okay, Gabe. It hurts too much.” What was the point of lying? There was none. He hugged me and walked be back to the officer’s desk that was just outside the room. I sat down, and Gabe went and brought me back some hot chocolate since I was never really a coffee drinker. I saw another boy, about nineteen, walk out of the room and sit at a different desk. I'm guessing that that was the other boy in the case that the officer originally had told me about.

It made me sick that someone could do that to people and be able to live with it. The other boy and I made eye contact. Neither of us even attempted to smile. There was nothing to smile about. I looked around, looking at all the different people in there. From prostitutes that got caught to just normal kids. It got me thinking that I was happy Vic wasn't a real prostitute. Speaking of Vic, I saw him walk through the doors and walk over to me. He bent down in front of me and hugged me. I was still crying, but not as bad. I hugged him back, actually really happy that he was there. Even though I was mad at him, I was happy that he’d called someone. He pulled back and kissed me. “I'm sorry for calling them, Kellin, but I had to. I hate seeing you like this, and that was the only way I was able to help.”

“It’s okay. I'm sorry I was an ass to you about the whole thing.” He hugged me again and pulled a chair to sit across from me.

“How are you?” I just shrugged. He kept holding my hands. “Did they already ask you questions about Dan?” I nodded. I heard a loud yell, so I turned around see my nightmare. Dan was being walked in by the police. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he was being taken into a room on the other side of the station. Just before he disappeared, he made eye contact with me and gave me an evil smirk. Fear spread through my body. I hated him so much that it made me sick. Vic turned and looked at what I was looking at. I could tell Vic was doing all he could to not get up and kill Dan right then and there. He probably would have been arrested since we were in a police station, after all. I looked at the other boy, too, who had his mom with him. She was holding him, and he was crying much like Vic and I just were. My mom never found out about this… I really wish I would have told her back when it happened. I probably could have saved that kid from all of that trouble.

About an hour later, Vic and I were sitting on a small couch, and I was leaning on him. His arm was around my shoulders, and he kept me close. We didn't talk very much. I didn't have the energy to, really. The other boy was taken into the same room Dan was and came back out a minute or so later. One of the officers walked over to us, so we sat up. “We need you to pick Dan out of a line-up,” the officer told us and gestured for me to follow him. Vic stood up with me, and we walked into the room. There were about six guys, all standing in a line and holding up a sign with a number on it. Even though they all had the same hair color, around the same height and age, I was instantly able to find Dan. I would never be able to forget him. I knew that he couldn't actually see me behind the glass, but I still backed up out of fear. “Number four,” I mumbled.

“Are you sure?” one of the other officers asked. I nodded.

“I'm three-hundred percent positive.” They said ‘okay’ and let Vic and I leave the room. The officer told us that we could go home and that they would call us once they had everything situated. Vic and I talked to Gabe about what we should do, and he told us that he was going to take care of everything. He was a trusted friend for a long time, so I trusted him to do everything for us. He never even questioned Vic and I or Dan. I was happy about that. He respected that. How can you even explain going from straight to gay to pretending to be straight to… who knows what?

Vic drove us home. We passed the girls that were back and lying on the couch, watching some movie. I think it might have been the same one that Vic had stuck in before that entire mess began. We told them everything that happened and then went upstairs to lie down. I was exhausted, but at the same time, I wasn't able to sleep. I was on my side, looking at the wall. I felt Vic shuffle behind me, and then he wrapped his arm around my waist. I tensed for a second but felt okay once I realized it was only him. He kissed my neck and shoulder a couple times.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a really groggy voice. I nodded and hummed. “Really?” I sighed and shook my head as best I could against the pillow. He turned me around so that I was facing him, our noses just an inch from touching each other’s. “Everything is going to be okay, Kells.” He rested his hand on my hip and brushed his thumb across the skin there. I nodded and lightly kissed his lips.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?”

“I don't know,” I said, shrugging. “Helping me and everything. I don't think I could ever do this without you. I'm just really happy to have you here.” He smiled and kissed me.

“Who would have known that just filling in for a friend would cause me to meet my favorite boyfriend yet?” He chuckled, and I smiled.

“Really? Who would that be?” I asked, still smiling.

“Well, he’s cute… he’s a little short, but I like it... he has really soft hair… he’s an awesome kisser...” Between each thing, Vic would peck my lips a little. “He’s nice… he’s afraid to be himself, but I'm lucky enough to see it when I'm with him.” I could feel the deep blush that rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. “And he’s really, really, really good in bed.” I laughed, rolling my eyes are him. “And his laugh is my favorite thing in the world.” I stopped and looked at him. “I just wish he was here right now…” he joked, and my jaw dropped while I lightly pushed his shoulder.

“You’re mean.” I fake pouted, pushing my bottom lip out.

“I promise that everything is going to be okay. Dan’s going to get what’s coming to him in jail.”

“I hope so.” He kissed me again. It was one of our many mini make out sessions.

I guess for the first time that day, and, well, the last few days, I felt like things were actually okay. As long as Vic was there to help me, things were okay.

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