||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 9 |Bo's house|

Before leaving I turned to face him, "thanks again," I smiled, "this was nice!" After I pushed open, I paused for a brief moment, "and sorry for breaking."

I barrelled down the steps, kicking up gravel as I ran toward the gas station. My friends were with that man from the church, Bo, and they seemed to be just finishing.

"Hey, guys, wait up," I called to them.

"Well look who's decided to make an appearance," Bo said with a little smirk.

"We're going up to his house to get the fan belt, there's none left at the store," Wade informed me.

I nodded. "Ah, I see."

"So, uh, is it too late to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?" Wade jokingly asked, trying to make small talk as we started our trek.

"Now, unfortunately, it is," Bo answered, "'cause you woulda won hands down," he very indiscreetly flirted.

Carly chuckled and thanked him, Wade on the other hand didn't look so happy.

"So, that house of wax is pretty awesome," I spoke up, trying to cut the weird tension.

"You went inside?" Bo looked at the three of you.

"Yeah... yeah it was unlocked, so, you know," Wade answered with a shrug.

"Everything seems to be unlocked around here, now don't it?" Bo asked rhetorically, still smirking. "Yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away."

"I can imagine why," I said looking at him, "it's incredible!"

His smirk shifted into what looked like a genuine smile, "yeah, pretty wild stuff. Trudy was the main, uh, I guess 'artist' is the appropriate term."

"What about Vincent?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I saw his name on a lot of the work," Carly added.

"One of Trudy's boys," he answered.

"They still around?" Carly asked him.

I was about to answer for him as I had just met Vincent, but Bo beat me to it, "no. No. It's a horrible story-" I looked at him, the confusion crossing my face causing him to pause for a second. But he continued nonetheless, "Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair, he was a doctor in the big city until he got his license revoked for doing surgeries on the side" he explained, "you know, stuff that most doctors wouldn't dare do."

I couldn't figure out why, but this story sounded somewhat practiced, as if it were a speech he'd given often. Which was odd considering the pretty abandon state of the hidden town.

Still he continued to explain, "so, he moved himself and Trudy out here to Ambrose, made a fresh start with his medical practice, and, uh, Trudy really found her calling with that whole wax sculpture thing," he looked over at the wax house as we were passing behind it, "it was her dream to do something really incredible here. Then she had a couple kids, picket fence..." he trailed off

"What's so horrible about that?" Wade asked.

"Trudy got a cyst in her brain. She started rotting away," Bo responded, his eyes downcast. I wondered if he knew the woman, but I wouldn't dare ask.

"That's awful," I said sadly.

"Yeah... couldn't work no more, and she went crazy. Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair finally had to strap her to the bed." I looked up at him in horror, this really was an awful story. "I mean, the whole town could hear her screaming from the house. Doc Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn't save here, he, uh," Bo made a gun with his fingers, brought it to his temple, and mimicked shooting himself, "blew his head right off."

"That's terrible," Carly commented, but Bo wasn't finished.

"It was worse for the two boys, left all alone like that. Both ended up in foster homes."

"Those poor kids, I can't imagine," my eyes were a bit watery, I felt horrible for that family, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Bo. Either he was lying about the Sinclair boys not being in town, or that man I met in the wax house wasn't Vincent.

The four of us were right out front of the house now, "hey, uh, why don't you three hop in?" Bo gestured to his truck sitting in the driveway, "I'll go get the fan belt, and I'll give you a ride back to your car," he offered, kindly opening the passenger side door.

"No, actually, we've got some friends picking us up where the roads washed out," Carly explained.

"I'll give you a lift there, then," he insisted, "it's the least I can do for making y'all wait."

"Cool," Wade nodded in agreement. He was clearly feeling bad for judging Lester so harshly earlier.

"All right," Carly agreed as well.

As the three of us were about to get in, Bo spoke again, "you need the facilities, right?" He looked Wade.

"Yeah. Thanks." Wade gave Carly and I an 'I'll be right back' kind of look.

"Either of you need to use the can?" Bo leaned on the truck door frame.

"No, that's ok, I'm fine Carly giggled.

Bo looked at me with a raised brow.

I looked at Carly, "I gotta go too," I whispered, smiling apologetically, not wanting to leave her alone. Truthfully I didn't actually have to go, I just wanted to talk to Bo about that story he told, and the man I had thought was Vincent.

"All right," Bo moved back from the truck and I hopped out.

Carly watched as the three of us walked up the steps to the door. "So, uh, where you headed to anyway?" Bo asked.

"Oh, we're just going to a football game," Wade answered quickly.

"Well... we were going to a football game," I corrected playfully.

"Right," Wade nodded.

"Hey, the bathroom is right down the hall," Bo gestured in the proper direction, "let me get out of this jacket and tie and I'll, uh, I'll grab the fan belt."

"Okay. Thanks," Wade smiled politely at him as he headed up the stairs.

Wade then looked at me, probably trying to be chivalrous and offer the bathroom to me first. "Go ahead," I said with a nod in the bathrooms direction, "I don't actually have to go anyway. I just wanted to see the house," I half lied.

As Wade made his way toward the bathroom, I stood just outside the kitchen next to the stairs, waiting for Bo to come down - hopefully soon - so I could talk to him.

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