Monster (Vincent x Reader)

Regretting

Chapter Thirteen

Ten Days Later

You got out of the hospital. You met these two young men named Mike and Jeremy, who claimed they were your friends.
They strolled you out of the hospital in a wheelchair. Your neck still hurt for some strange reason--and aside from that, you had amnesia. You remember basic things-- like where you work, your age, your address, little things like that. It's almost like someone- or something had taken all your memories and can't seem to remember anything.
"So, when do I get to go back to work? Now?" You giddily asked the shorter male, but he gulped and shook his head.
"Ah- n-no can do, (Y/n). You just got out of the h-hospital," Jeremy smiled, but you gave a little pout. He nudged the taller male and Mike cleared his throat.
"Um, well you know, (Y/n)... Do you wanna see your boyfriend?"

You froze in the wheelchair.
"B-boyfriend?" You repeated, heat rushing to your cheeks.
"Yeah. Boyfriend." Mike gave you a smirk.

"What's he like?" You sheepishly asked, biting your lip.
The three of you were in the car, on the way to see your "boyfriend".
"W-w-well, when- when, I mean before, uh, you s-said--" Jeremy was cut off by Mike's laughing.
"Well," Mike started, "Before you had amnesia, you said he was utterly amazing. A great guy with beautiful purple eyes. He cares about you, loves you... You love him sooOOoo much! And not to mention his gorgeous abs, biceps and FABULOUS chest," Mike imitated a high-pitched girl voice, making you blush, looking down at your shoes.
Jeremy slapped him on the arm.
"Mike! Th-that's- that's rude!"
You managed to let out a little giggle, but before you could do anything you asked, "So, uh, what's his name?"

"Vincent."

"Oh," you smiled, as you mouthed his name.

Vincent. It sounds familiar.

"So- So where's he at? Like, I don't know, staying?"

"Jail," they both said in unison, except Jeremy still had the small stutter.

"Oh okay," you said, leaning back into your seat at the back. You recollected what they just said in that moment. "Wait... Wait WHAT?"

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[ Your POV ]

I exited out of the car and continued with the wheelchair. I insisted I didn't need it, but Mike and Jeremy thought otherwise.
"Why's he even at prison..." I mumbled, looking at the two boys for an answer.
"It's kinda hard to explain," Mike said, scratching the back of his neck. "But um.. You were like, almost raped by some guy.. and Vince came to your rescue, but the police thought it was him."

"WHAT?!" I said, running my fingers through my hair. I blushed at the thought of Vincent...saving me.

I don't know what he looks like, but... Every time those two mention his name, it sends little shivers down my back.

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[ Vincent's POV ]

"Cawthon," a guard barked, "You got visitors."

It's been a week or so since I got into this prison. I mumbled "ok" and walked out.

When I saw Jeremy and Mike, a little smile creeped to my face, but I could feel the disappointment in me, that it wasn't the one I wanted to see most.

As if on cue, Jeremy cleared his throat and smiled, "It's n-not- not just us."

He pulled a wheelchair in the corner, my eyes widened, seeing her.

"(Y/n?)" Tears stung at the edges of my eyes, walking towards her.
She looked at me as if she had just met me.

She didn't know who I was, did she?

"Vincent?" She smiled, a tint of pink across her face.

My world brightened as I heard his call my name. I instantly hugged her head, but the guards near us yelled. I let go, and (Y/n) seemed overwhelmed.
"So...you actually do remember me?!" My eyes twinkled. It ended when her head shook, indicating a no.
"Um...just whatever Mike n' Jeremy have told me," she said with a soft smile. I knew inside she was a little bit uneasy.
"A first impression to my amnesiac of a girlfriend, is seeing me in jail..." I sighed, "I don't deserve this you kno--"
"I know, Vincent," She bit her lip, and placed a hand on my cheek. I flushed a bit, smiling back.
Despite my (Y/n) losing memory of me and all our moments, I know that she'll still always be my girlfriend. Wife, maybe. I smirked to myself, but then frowned again. (Y/n) looked at me, confused. I sighed, and stroked her hair, then placing a kiss on her forehead. The guards only looked at me, but then smirked a little pitiful. I sat down on a bench thing, and I was the same height as I usually were when I would stand next to a standing (Y/n).

"Vincent. . ." She squeaked, placing a hand on mine. She then intertwined our fingers together. "Um...what did we do... L-like before?"
I looked at her and smirked, "We kissed LOADS of times," making a kissy-face towards her. She giggled in embarrassment. "And," I swiftly placed my hand to cover my mouth to her ear, smiling audaciously, "we had sex. Twice."
I felt her ears warm up. I looked at her face and it was bright red. I smiled and then held in my laughter, my shoulders shaking, everyone around me knowing I couldn't control my laughter any longer if this kept up.
"Oh." her blush now a hot pink. "Wow." She only blushed slightly more when she looked at me. I blushed too, only I used my hand as a cover up. "Well I am yours," She cheekily said, making me cover my entire face from a nosebleed.
Why was she so calm?! I got slightly pissed at how she didn't exactly acted the way I thought she had.
She chuckled, "Maybe I remember why I liked you so much, now."
My ears turned red. "Liked?"
"Well yeah," she said in a 'DUH' tone, "I love you."
My eyes glistened with tears and I soon felt a pang of emotions run through me. Happiness, sadness, pain, anger and regret.

"Okay times up," a guard firmly said, looking towards us.
I nodded pulling (Y/n) into an embrace. The guard yelled at me to let go, but before I did I whispered something that I may regret later in the future.

"I did it."