Vince tried to kill his ex girlfriend Liv because she's Ghostface
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He was fucking done. There's no way he could let her continue with this path anymore. He's ending this right fucking now before it's too late. "Now what are you doing with that?" Liv asks, tilting her head to the side, a wicked grin on her face.
"I'm gonna kill you Liv. I'm gonna fucking kill you," Vince's voice is anything but confident, and fear courses through his body as Liv's smile widens.
"Oh really?" She asks.
Vince nods. "Alright then. Do it." She sneers, an amused look in her eyes, "Slit my throat, slit my fucking throat, watch everyone compare you to Stu Macher as everyone watches me bleed out in front of you and my friends, look into my fucking eyes while you take my life. I want you to know what you're doing, I want you to know that when you kill me, no one-fucking no one will ever love you like how I did,"
Vince froze, his face falters.
Her lips turn up into a smile, "No, no you need my love because of your abandonment issues, you know you can't survive without me, and the fact is without me you are nothing."
He shakes his head weakly, "No."
Her smile only widens, "Yes, Vince God, when I'm not around you you're like a lost little puppy. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself without me. So I'd suggest you put the knife down, before you do something really stupid." she says, all with a sweet smile on her face.
Vince shook his head, clutching the knife, "No, Liv, I'm not gonna let you control me anymore, I-I'm going to stop you."
She laughs slightly, "Oh, that's adorable. You really think you have any say in this?" She takes a slow mocking step towards Vince.
"Ge-Get the fuck back!" Vince yells, backing away from Liv, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
A low chuckle left Liv's lips "You are trembling."
"Shut the fuck up," Vince shouts, attempting to convince himself that he can do this.
"That's okay baby, I know you are weak and can't do this, I can hear your heartbeat." She notes with a smirk.
"Stop." Vince muttered weakly.
Liv shakes her head, a kind smile sprawled on her face that made Vince's heart race, "I don't think so, Now if you be a good boy and give me the knife right now, I won't be as mad at you," She steps even closer to vince.
Vince was packed up against the wall.
He shook, feeling utterly and completely trapped. "St-Stop,"
She sneered, "give me the knife Vince," she says, leaving no room for argument anymore. Her eyes bore on Vince's wide blue eyes as he slowly loosened his grip on the knife and shakily hands it to Liv who tossed it to the side.
Liv's smirk widened at how bad he started to shudder. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Vince says between shuddering breaths.
"You're sorry?" She coos, she says softly before pulling Vince in a hug. He almost found it comforting.
"It's a bit late for apologies, Vince." She whispered, sending a wave of chills down Vince's spine. Before he could even beg for mercy, she readjusted her grip on Vince, grabbing a fistful of his hair and slamming his head into the wall. Vince collapsed in the floor, vision getting blurrier by the second. His breaths came out heavy and slow, but everything else seemed as if he was underwater.
"Goodnight," She whispered, going back to finish the job with Amber and Richie.
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