Monster (Vincent x Reader)

Fading

Chapter Thirty-Two

[ your pov ]

I opened my eyes, groaning as the blinding white lights burned into my eyes. Where was I? I knew I wasn't home. . .
I don't remember what happened at all.

Just a soft voice that eased me to sleep.
"(Y/n). . ." It said, I smiled in response.
"She's...she's awake!"

"Nngh...D..Damien..?" I mumbled, trying to squint and look at the person whom I thought was Damien.

There wasn't a reply.

"...Doesn't know..." A faint whisper came from my left. I turned my head to see an angry, yet sad looking girl. Ina.

"Ina. . ." I groggily said. "Where's...Damien.."

"Damien is, uh, not here." A familiar voice answered before Ina could.

"Vincent..." I then turned my aching head to the right. "You're here. . ."

It seemed as he was surprised I was even talking to him, let alone giving him a weak smile.
"You don't have a lot of time, (y/n).." Was all he said. My heart clenched as I widened my eyes.

"Am..I going to...die. . . ?" Caleb chuckled.

"No. . ." He sniffled, "But it seems like you're starting to lose your memory."

"Huh?" I said, my voice starting to feel a little less scratchy. "Th-that's impossible. What could've hit me that bad?"

"She doesn't know," Vincent hung his head, as if hiding something.
"I- I don't know what?"

"Damien..." He said, lifting his head through clenched teeth.
"What did he do?!" I said, tears brimming.

"While you were asleep..." Ina sighed.

"He almost killed you."

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[ vincent's pov ]

I couldn't stand the look on her face. Her beautiful face. My heart hurt and beat a thousand times per minute every time I looked at her.

She hated me. I know that, because of what I did, what I've done.

And she won't even believe what we told her about Damien.

"No way," (y/n) waved off that sentence as if nothing. "Damien Waltz? Please. If this is a joke, it isn't funny."
"It's not supposed to be," I mumbled. "Don't fuckin' believe us? Where is he now, (y/n)? Huh? I bet he's not even guilty, I bet he's fucking some slut right now!"

Her bottom lip quivered as her eyebrows furrowed. I instantly regretted it.
"I...I..."

I hate you.

Just say it, (y/n), don't have to remind me.

She took a deep breath as the tears flowed down her cheeks. "I- I know that!"

"What?" Caleb, Ina and I asked in unison.
"I-I know... But.. But I love him! So.. It-its okay, right?"

There she goes again. Ripping my heart.

So she knows Damien is a cheating asshole? I didn't even. . .

No, maybe Damien forced.. .. .

"Mhm. . ." I nodded my head. "Do you remember anything. . . About . . ."

"Hmm?" She smiled. I didn't dare cry. It was too painful.

FLASHBACK

I woke up in the chair beside (y/n)'s bed. It's been 3 days since she fainted, resting in my arms.

"What the hell?" A masculine voice said, as I peered to look in the corner of my eye.

Damien.

"Can I help you?" I mentally rolled my eyes.
"Who? Who the fuck are you?" He snarled.

I snorted. (y/n) hasn't told shit about me.

"Her ex, don't worry man," I plastered a sickeningly sweet smile. He scoffed.
"Why are you here then? I'm pretty sure my girlfriend doesn't want to see you."

I gritted my teeth. "No, I'm pretty sure she'd love to see her cheating ass of a boyfriend." Damien gazed at me in horror. "Oh don't pretend like you dunno, Dame. You're cheating on her with . . . With a goddamn... Slut."

"Melanie isn't a slut, you fuck ass!"

I smirked as his eyes widened. He shut himself up. Then, his face turned to a rather red face.

"I bet you like her more than (y/n)." My eyes blinded with fury.

"Oh yeah, maybe you're right." It was his turn to smirk. He walked over to (y/n). Tubes and cords stuck to her skin and inserted inside. He pulled out a sharp knife. I gasped.

"No," I calmly said, standing up on my chair. He laughed and placed the knife down.

And clenched his hand into a fist.

Then punched (y/n) several times. Head, chest and stomach. My eyes couldn't have seen a more horrible sight.

Oh. Maybe second most horrible.

"Stop! You're killing her!" I screamed.

"That's the point!" After another round of beating, he pulled his knife again.

Cords and thin tubes were cut in the middle. Water, or some sort of clear liquid, splurged everywhere.

Damien yelled laughter, then escaped through the window. I pressed the emergency button and finally cried next to a dying (y/n).

Beep...beep...beep...beeeeeeeeeeeeeppp....

The monotone sound echoed in the room.

She was dead.

A FEW HOURS LATER.

"It seems Miss (y/l/n) has escaped death once more," the doctor chuckled. I glowered at him and he cleared his throat. "But well, due to the severe blows to the head, she may lose her memory. Permanently. She might remember few details. Few friends, family members, age. She'll need a little help though. I trust you and her friends, okay?"

I reluctantly nodded. How could that have happened...and it's all my fault.

Again.

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