Scott's POV
I stared at the skeleton in horror. It still had long lavender strands of hair stuck to its skull, but all the flesh has already been eaten by ants and maggots long ago. Being used to seeing dead bodies, I wasn't really disgusted. What I'm wondering is why the hell she isn't barried!
Then again, why am I surprised?
I walked out of the room silently and immediately looked for Vincent. When I entered the dinning room, I saw him in the kitchen talking to one of his maids. Interrupting them, I grabbed his hand and practically pulled him into the room.
"Scott!" He almost sounded panicked, "I do not want to go in there!"
I stopped and looked him in the eye, "How long has it been since you've entered that room."
He raised his voice, "I haven't been in there for three years and I'm not going back in!"
I squeezed his hand, "What if I go in there with you?" I could feel his pulse quickening with every beat.
He shook his head, "I don't want to see her. I don't want to see my little Suzie."
I objected, "Don't you think she wants to see you?"
He avoided my gaze and growled, "Why would she. She hates me."
"Now why would you think that? You're her father. She doesn't hate you."
He was silent.
I tugged him towards the door, "C'mon Vince. I'll be here with you." He let me lead him towards the room. I made sure to stop in the center.
He looked up at the body and stared in horror. "Su-Suzie. I'm so sorry." He shakily walked towards the skeleton and kneeled. He began to shake and I realized that he was weeping. "I'm so sorry, It's all my fault."
I shit you not, I saw a little girl next to him. I rubbed my eyes and checked again, but she was still there. She had long, wavy, lavender hair with grey eyes, not unlike mine. Her skin was lightly pink and she was wearing a white gown. She seemed to be comforting him by rubbing his back and whispering words into his ear. He didn't say anything to me as I left and closed the door.
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I thought about Vincent. His tears streaming, his pained look, the sound of his agony. It was all too much for me. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I only saw Vincent when I closed my eyes.
Sitting up in my bed, I sighed. I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. I was tired at Vincent's, but I didn't want to fall asleep there.
Suddenly, the knock of my door caught my attention. I jumped off my bed and opened the door just enough to pop my head through. Purple.
He grinned, "Hey."
I looked at myself for a second. No clothing beside boxers. I gave a nervous laugh, "Heheh. Come in, but let me change."
I closed the door and ran to my room. Quickly putting on a standard white shirt, I exited my bedroom to see Vincent already sitting on my couch.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked while walking towards my kitchen.
"Y'know, some wine would be nice," he smirks.
I looked through my covers, "Vince, I dont normally-" I stopped when I actually found some. He raised an eyebrow. I furrowed mine, "You're going to drive home soon." I hid the wine back in my cabinets.
He waved a hand, "Oh then I'm good."
I flopped onto the couch next to him and propped my legs onto his lap. "How you doing then?"
"I just wanted to say thanks, for helping me build up the courage for that," He says sincerely.
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm really sorry for getting up in your business though."
He shook his head, "It's ok. I needed to tell you that sooner or later. We're friends, right?"
What was I to expect? For him to say we were dating? I wish. I put on a smile, "Yeah, we're friends."
Vincent's POV
I could've said something besides friends. Like lovers. I mentally laughed at myself. I can't help that I've become infatuated to this guy. What was I supposed to say?
Besides, does he like me back? I could always find out by asking, but screw that. I'll have to use other methods. Like black magic.
"Are you sure we can't just drink that wine? I could spend the night," I pressed.
He shook his head, "We have to go to work tomorrow. You need your uniform."
"It's in the car."
"We're going to be hungover."
"Its one wine bottle. What have you got against me staying anyway?"
His grey eyes blinked at me. Brushing his hair to the side, he answered, "Nothing."
"Then can't I please stay?" I pouted
He rolled his eyes, "Ok. Fine. But I swear, If you throw up-"
"Don't worry man. We've drank together before."
He squinted his eyes, "Which is why I only remember half of that night.
I only shrugged and grinned, "You're safe. I swear man, you missed it all. I fought a bear to save some orphans and-"
"Ok Vince. Sure you did," he laughed while getting the wine.
While opening the wine bottle, he said, "I wonder how old this is."
I shrugged, "Thats why we drink it and see if we get food poisoning."
I heard the satisfying pop from the bottle and saw Scott take a sip from it.
"Classy!" I whoop.
He looks at me, "You don't even know."
"I do, that's why I call you classy."
He only handed me the wine bottle and when back to his original position. I stared at his feet intently. I wonder if he's ticklish? Shaking that thought away, I took a sip from the wine bottle. I would have to save that for another time.
"I need to get a proper job," Scott complained, "Freddy's just isn't good enough."
"And how many times have you told yourself that," I grinned.
He gave me a glare, which I found cute, and took a sip from the wine bottle.
I then shrugged. "Ask for a raise, I'm sure Boss'll give you one. They need you there anyhow." I gave him a cheek splitting smile, "If they don't give you one, you can always use my favorite method. Threats."
"Vincent."
"Yeah?"
"Why does it suddenly stink like ass?"
"Huh? I don't smell anything," I chuckled shamelessly.
"Even the rats don't smell this bad!"
"Oh boo hoo, I'm Scott and I'm going to die because Vince's perfectly normal reflexes smells like butt!" I exclaimed in a high voice.
He crossed his arms, "Going there now are we?" Scott crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, "I'm Vincent and my farts smell like they came straight from the pits of hell and my giant weakness is a needle when I could be scared of more important things."
"Hey!" I snapped my fingers, "Do not underestimate the needle. If you know how to use one, it can be an excellent torture device."
"Just like your gas."
Oh my God guys, I stayed up til like 5am finishing this. Yeah, I know I'm a night owl. This is what Summer does to me. Also I'm listening to really loud Metal music. Yeah, gotta love Korn at 5 in the morning. Anywho, here's a chapter for y'all!
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