I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 4- A Warm Welcome

(Jeremy's POV)

Mike rested his back against the lockers, rubbing is head. I decided to take this opportunity to talk to my partner. I quickly slid my phone out from my pocket and sent a text to Vincent

Jeremy: Vince! get to the pizzaria, its urgent!

Vincent replied faster than he ever had

Vincent: What happened?! Are you hurt?!

Jeremy: No, I'm fine. But it  happened again...

Vincent: Did Micheal see it?

Jeremy: Yeah...and I attacked him

I sniffed, wiping away more tears... I messed up big time, I hurt my only real friend, mentally and physically...

Vincent: Alright, Stay there, I'm already on my way, I'll be there in 5 minutes, when I get there, you better be ready to explain. Keep him distracted.

I nodded, and shut my phone, stuffing it back into my pocket. Mike glanced at the clock hanging up on the wall, I didn't want him to turn me in, and I started panicking. 'They are gonna do tests on me, I-I  cant, I wont last a day...fuck....' 

I glanced around the room, finding a pizza pan from the kitchen, these things are pretty heavy, how did get here anyway?

then I got an idea. not my best, but I was panicking, I couldn't help it. I am extremely unstable when I panic and I usually do stuff I might regret. Oh well, I cant think of any other way than this.

I stood up, wiping my wet eyes with my sleeves and stretched.  "S-should we finish our shift?" I asked him quietly. Mike let out a sigh. "Yeah sure" He sounded slightly annoyed. I dont blame him...I should have looked away when it started, I should have not spilled the pills. Its all my fault. I should have been more careful. As he headed for the door first, I took a deep breath. its now or never. I quickly grabbed the heavy metal object and ran over to him. Just as I went to swing, he turned around and I hit him hard in the side of his head. He yelped and dropped down onto the floor, his eyes starting to close and he was whimpering in pain. I gasped as I saw blood creep under his hat. I dropped the tray, rushing over to him and took his hat off. there were bandages wrapped around his head, with red splotches painting it. "Mike oh god I'm so sorry! I didn't know that you had that oh fuck!" I started crying. I jumped as the door swung open. Vincent look at me, then at Mike. His eyes widened. "Jeremy what did you do!" he asked, panicking

I started sobbing. "I-I-I didn't mean to h-hit him that hard! I panicked and you said to distract him and I-" I couldn't finish my sentence, I was crying really hard now. Vincent pulled me into a hug. "shh, its alright. come on, lets bring him to my place, then maybe we can fix him up." he petted my head. I nodded slightly and quietly thanked him

Vincent grabbed Mike and dragged him carefully out the door and toward the exit

-time skip-

I finished tying Mikes hands onto the arms of the wooden chair placed in the middle of Vincent's basement. He didn't want mike escaping and turning us in. He also told me to wrap a cloth around his mouth so he wont scream or anything. I took a step back and looked at him. Vincent cleaned his bandages on his head, and thank god it didn't harm him too much. it was just blood. I got to wrap the wound on his neck, so at least I helped out a little bit. I still feel really bad...I even drew a little heart on it

I glanced around the room, making sure that Vincent wasn't around, and quickly leaned in and slowly gave a small peck on his forehead, then I moved down to his neck, doing the same. I read in a book that this helps wounds. it was a book for children, but it doesn't matter. It made me feel better, and I hope it made him better too.