The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

wake ups and break-ins

A/N: Heyyy everyone, i'm so happy with this chapter please lmk what you think. 

Two Days Later 

Vanity and Sid had spoken to each other three times and it was safe to say they were back to normal now. Even stronger if anything. He promised to call her later but she didn't manage to recieve it due to what she was doing now.

Mickey had dragged Vanity to an alleyway between the row of houses. it was pitch black and she could hardly see anything but Mickey's outline as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"what have you brought me here for?" she asked annoyed "i need you to do a big favor for me" Mickey said sounding slightly agitated as he looked around the alley "what?" She asked furrowing her brows.
"i'll cut a long story short. the bloke that lives at this house bought some drugs off of me and the fucker refused to pay." he said and placed his hands on his hips. "so what'd you want me to do?" she asked confused. "well we're round the back of his house now so..."

"So what?" Vanity whispered wanting him to just get to the point. "So i want you to break in and steal the money" Mickey stated as if it was a completely normal conversation. Vanity began to laugh, thinking Mickey was joking however he wasn't.
"oh you're being serious?" She asked "How the fuck am i supposed to break in there?"

"climb in through the window, i'll give you a boost up it won't take two minuets" Mickey brushed off Vanity's worry and she scoffed "there's no way i'm doing that no way!" she rose her voice "Shhhh! look just go in and do me a favor, i don't even think the guys home."

"why can't you do it? you're literally known for being mental, mental Mickey" Vanity taunted. "this guy has a gun, he showed it to me when i was in his living room. if i go in he's more likely to pull it on me" Mickey said, looking up at the window again. "A Gun? i thought you said you didn't know if he was home"

"i don't but why would i chance it? Anyway we have rules in this business Van. We dont pull guns on women, and he's stuck by it as far as i know" he said before squatting slightly and cupping his hands, "Right now come on, the money is in the living room in a black music box" Vanity groaned as she placed her dominant foot in the middle of his palm, surely getting mud on him from her doc martins however she could care less, he deserved it after making her do this.

he let out a disoriented groan as he lifted her to the small bathroom window. Vanity maneuvered herself through the narrow bathroom window, contorting her body to fit into the dingy space. The darkness inside seemed to envelop her as she landed on the other side, and the unmistakable scent of neglect and decay immediately assaulted her senses.

The flickering light above the mirror cast a feeble glow across the bathroom, revealing its sorry state. Cracked tiles adorned the walls, and the once-white sink was now stained with years of grime. A rusty medicine cabinet dangled precariously, threatening to fall with the slightest touch. The air was thick with the musty odor of mold and dampness.

Vanity took a moment to glance at her reflection in the grimy mirror, her face streaked with the residue from Mickey's hands and a smear of mud. The ambient hum of a barely functional fluorescent light provided an eerie soundtrack to the dismal scene.

As she cautiously tiptoed through the bathroom, the dripping of water echoed ominously, creating an unsettling ambience. The window, now ajar, allowed a draft to sweep through, carrying the scent of the damp alley into the already suffocating space.
Vanity moved stealthily through the dimly lit corridors of the neglected house, her senses heightened to every creak and groan of the aging floorboards beneath her feet. The unsettling stillness enveloped her like a suffocating shroud as she made her way toward the living room where Mickey claimed the money could be found.