||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 14 |Love Me Not|

"I'll come back for you later," Bo sneered, "I know you won't leave your friends." Then he started his chase.

TW: a wee bit of abuse (not romanticized)... but I mean, the last chapters were similar so yeah

I ran to the church, stopping there for a minute to catch my breath and make sure Carly and Nick weren't dead on the streets.

From what I could see, they corpses in the road, so I took my little breather; keeping cautious of my surroundings. I knew Bo was chasing the twins, but Vincent could be anywhere.

"Y/N?" The voice startled me. It was Jason. "What the hell are you doing out here all alone?" He asked.

"Looking for you... actually," I sighed. Part of me would rather deal with the psychopathic murderers than this asshole right now.

"Oh, well, I was lookin' for you too baby," he elongated that last word. Gross. It wasn't hard to tell he'd been drinking, and clearly he wasn't gonna be any help.

"God Jason! Can you take anything seriously!?" I practically yelled, even though I knew I should be quiet, "there are two fucking murderers running around and trying to kill us, okay?" He just laughed, "nothings funny about this Jay, I'm serious, and I'm freaking out, and I'm really scared right now, and you're not helping," I raved.

"Oh calm down (nickname)."

"You're an insensitive prick, I hope you know that," I was still raising my voice.

"And you're sooo sensitive. You're a weird freak of nature..." he paused, "honestly Y/N, you need to grow the fuck up."

It stung, it really, really stung. And he knew it. He always knew how to hit me where it hurt, and he loved it.

"I bet there aren't any murderers, as so you say," his words were slurred, I" bet you were just sleepin' around, cheating on me with some guy..."

"We're not together! Can't you get that through your thick skull? I don't like you Jason, you hurt me, and continue to hurt me, and I don't need that in my life." I knew he wasn't listening, just nitpicking at certain words.

"You'll always need me," he said.

I hadn't noticed how close he had gotten to me, I was just so blinded by rage. Then I felt the wall of the church against my back.

"Come on (nickname), you love me," he stated, reaching out and touching my face. I pulled away, but he caught me face. "You love me," he repeated. I tried to slide away but he pushed his hand against the wall, blocking me in. "Say it... say you love me," he cooed.

"Don't do this right now," I pushed him, but he barely moved on inch. "Get off of me, please," I pushed him again,  still barely a stumble.

He moved his lips to mine, but I turned at the last second, his lips landing on my check instead. He even began to trail kisses down my neck.

"Get off me," I yelled as a truck pulled up, "I said get off!" I shoved him as hard as I could, and he slightly stumbled back a little, most likely due to the alcohol in his system.

The truck skid to a stop by us and Vincent stepped. Jason turned to see who it was, "this the freak you been seein'?" His speech still slurred. Clearly he didn't seeing the knife gleaming in Vincent's hand. "Yeah? You wanna go buddy?" Jason taunted.

Vincent was going to kill him if I didn't step in. Thought there was a part of me wanted to let him, the other part knew I'd feel too guilty.

"Jason, don't!" I ran in between the two men, "Vincent, you don't have to do this."

"Yea Vincent, she's my girl," he placed his arm around my shoulders, causing me to flinch. This clearly pissed Vincent off to no end. Besides the fact he was visibly shaking with anger - something Jason confused for cowardice - his eyes were a dead give away for what he was thinking.

I shrugged off his arm, "Vincent, please don't." I spoke calmly, but Jason kept trying to touch me and hold me. Finally I snapped, smacking his hand away, "fucking quite it!" I shouted.

He hit me, right across the face, "don't ever-"

He was cut of in an instant when Vincent charged at him, stabbing him right in the gut. "Oh my god," I gasped, "w... what did you do?"

Somehow Jason had enough strength to tackle Vincent back, making him drop the knife. Jason was only able to land one punch on his face when Vincent got the upper hand, flipping him over.

He looked up at me, pointing to the truck, and grunted. It was so animalistic, but I knew he wanted me to get in and not watch what he was about to do. I don't know why but I listened, I got into the truck... but I still watched.

Punch after punch, Vincent pummelled his face. Blood flew all around, soaking his knuckles in Jason's blood. Vincent stopped for a moment, looking at his work, almost admiring it as Jason choked on his own blood and spat out a couple teeth.

Vincent grabbed the knife to finish him off. He stabbed it right into his throat. I looked away. All I could hear was a wet gurgling that ceases after only a few seconds.

A couple minutes later Vincent got in the truck. I sat completely still, not looking at him, tears falling from my eyes. I don't even know how I had any left. Others might think I was crying because I was scared, or maybe sad at the brutal loss of Jason's life. But I was crying because I felt bad... guilty that I was glad he was gone from my life for good.

Vincent placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, somehow he had cleaned his hands off pretty well within the time between him getting in the truck. I looked up at him with a small smile, a thank you of sorts, but don't get me wrong I was still deathly afraid of this man.

And Bo. How could I forget about Bo...

Looking at Vincent's face, or rather, his mask, I noticed a little scarp where a small chunk of wax had been taken out. I reached up, and he froze as I tried to fix the spot.

He pulled his eyes away from me, and began to drive. When I realized we were going to the house, I started to panic again, if Bo saw me, he'd almost certainly have my head.

Word count: 1000+

A/N- I am not romanticizing abuse!! I am not Colleen Hoover ok... but seriously I'm not, if anything I'm actively writing against it since Vincent brutally murders the abuser 💃

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