||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 19 |Epilogue|

This part is connected to Part A, not Part B!!

We hopped into a different truck, one I hadn't seen yet, and we were off, driving out some old unused backroad, straight out of town.

Vincent drove for hours while I took a much needed nap. I didn't know where we were headed, and I honestly didn't really care.

I had a dreamless sleep, which I was happy about, I wasn't ready for whatever kind of dreams or nightmares I might have after the events of that night.

And I was right. They were about to get bad.

Any night that I dreamt, I would wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming while tears streamed down my face. But Vincent was always there to comfort me. To hold me close and lull me back to sleep.

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The night we left the town, I woke up in a bed in a place I didn't recognize.

I panicked, not remembering how I'd gotten there. When I collected my thoughts, I saw Vincent, sleeping on a pull out couch across the room.

Quietly I stepped out of bed, tip toeing around the small room. I peered out the window, realizing we were at some kind of motel. Vincent must have booked a room and carried me in.

We two stayed there for a couple days before I suggested going to my place in the city. I had called in sick to my job so I wouldn't get fired; but if I didn't want to lose my apartment - or ability to go to school... or eat - I would have to start working again soon.

I suggested to Vincent that the two of us stay there. He was hesitant at first, but after some kind and convincing words, he agreed.

We packed up the very few belongings we had - turns out Vincent had grabbed my bag at some point between his house and getting in his truck. I was too out of it to notice at the time, but I was extremely grateful.

My apartment was about a nine hour drive from the motel, so we decided to leave before noon in order to get to my place before it was too dark out.

I drove the first four hours, while Vincent drove the rest. It was a nice drive, constantly switching between desolate back roads and small towns. Until we got closer to the city of course.

I directed Vincent around, and finally, we were home. I had him park in a visitor spot since my car was still just sitting in my spot.

Stepping into my apartment felt foreign, but familiar. Redid rushed over me as I flicked the light on to see everything was exactly how I left it.

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You and Vincent stayed in your place for the remainder of your lives. Though he never got used to leaving the house for work or to shop, you were able to get him out of the house from time to time.

Halloween was his favourite, he could hide his face and not be made fun of for wearing a mask. It gave you such pure joy to see him grow and become more open yo going out in public. But if anyone stared at him with any kind of accusatory or hatful gaze, you were right there to stand up for him.

You kept in contact with Nick and Carly, they weren't very sure at first, but slowly they got more comfortable around Vincent, and understanding of his past actions.

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You lived happily, comfortably - despite the nightmares and traumas, you were happy.

Word count: 600+

A/N- ahhh thank you all so much for reading!!! This was so fun to write and I'm so happy people have liked it! Next I'll be writing a Tommy Hewitt / Leatherface story which I'm also super excited for :D

There will also be one more chapter after this, just talking about that weird dream I had that was definitely because of writing this story lol!

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