I'd kill for you || Vincent x reader

~12. Free~

Your P.O.V

I hung up the phone, looking at my mum who was standing over me.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" she asked me. I opened my mouth to explain that it'd ended early but she had already grabbed hold of me and started beating me. "Are you skiving off of school? All I ask is you go to school, and you can't even do that!"

Flecks of her spit landed in my face.

"If you'd just let me explain-"

"Explain?! What is there to explain?!" she hit me across the face. "That you're worthless? Lazy? Refusing to do even the bare minimum?"

She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw me across the room, I landed on the couch, I felt a sharp pain go through my leg as it hit against the wall behind the couch. She started walking toward me ready to continue, but a knock at the door saved me. She turned to the door.

"Don't say a word," she hissed, she made her way to the door. I saw her open it but I couldn't see who was there.

"Hey, is Y/n in?"

Vincent?

"No, she's gone out for a walk," I heard my mum say in her "kind" voice, this was always a voice she used around other people.

"Right..." I could tell Vincent didn't believe her, now was my chance. All rational thoughts left me and I felt impulse take me over.

"Vincent!" I yelled, my mum turned around and glared at me.

"Why you little.."

She was interrupted by Vincent busting in past her, his eyes instantly landed on me and he ran towards me.

"Y/n!" he gasped, he reached for my face, I flinched. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," I said softly. "It's a force of habit."

He gingerly placed his hands on my face, I inhaled sharply from the pain, he took his hands away and turned back to my mum who stood there dumbfounded.

"You..." he snarled. "You did this to her..."

"This is all a misunderstanding sir..."

"Misunderstanding my ass," Vincent spat. "I knew there was something going on at home from day one, and now I know what it is."

"Vincent, let's just go," I stood up and limped towards him, he turned to me and his expression softened.

"You shouldn't be walking on that leg," he said, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. He then turned back to my mum. "I'll be back to collect her stuff."

He lead me back to his car, opening the door he made sure I was comfortably seated on the passenger seat. I couldn't believe this was happening, this was too good to be true.

"I'll be right back," he closed the door and disappeared back into my house, a few minutes later he came back out with one of my suitcases in his arm. He tossed it into the back of the car before sitting next to me. "I'm back."

"Thank you so much for this," I finally found my voice.

"Like I said, anything for you," he smiled at me, starting up the car, his smile faded. "Is this what you told Sinéad that you never told anyone?"

"Yeah..." I sighed. "I had convinced myself that you'd have the same reaction if I told you, that you'd never look at me the same way again. I'm really sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Vincent said. "None of this is your fault Y/n, I don't blame you for being scared to tell me about it. I would've been too."

I looked at him and smiled, if it weren't for this man right next to me I'd still be on the couch being ruthlessly beaten.

Applying for that job at Freddy's had been the best decision of my life.