I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 7- Unhealthy Obsession

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Also, I saw that people, including myself, were having issues with the last chapter. Wattpad app sucks butt and stuff. So read it on my blog. 

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Last note , sorry . But if you see a little mark that says obj and has a tiny dotted box around it, or a green hyper link, I am sorry. I think my computer has a virus, I'm getting it cleaned soon . Im pretty sure that it wont do anything to you. So just ignore it. Its really annoying, I know. Sorry

song that was briefly mentioned- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THRtKGX-czY

Alright, without further ado.....

(Mikes POV)

I shot up out of the bed I was in, breathing heavily. My heart was beating fast. I gripped my chest, bundling up my work shirt up as I did, I noticed I haven't changed out of my uniform yet. Cold sweat ran down my face as I glanced around the dark room. I heard some clings of metal and slight laughter coming from the basement. It must be right below this room. I sighed, rubbed my eyes. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I guess I was just so tired from everything, I didn't realize I shut my eyes. Shit. I placed my feet on the ground and looked over to the door. Should I? I didn't want to see any blood or guts...or whatever they do...but...I am too curious. I tip toed towards the door and creaked it open, peering down the hall, nobody was there. I expected Vincent guarding or something. I opened the door just enough for me to slip out. So far so good. I don't know why I should be sneaking around. I don't really wanna see what Jeremy and Vincent do down there, but I'm just so damn curious. Damn you curiosity.

I made my way into the living room . I couldn't see anything, its was way too dark. I slowly looked around the dark room. There was nobody there. At least, that's what I thought. My heart stopped when I saw something move on the couch. I slowly moved back and squinted my eyes so see who the figure is. It was Vincent. He must have fallen asleep too. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I saw some bruises on his arms and face. I have been in enough fights to know that he was in one. That reminds me. Why didn't I fight Jeremy back at the pizzeria, or last night? I could easily beat him...I think...
I continued  towards the basement door. The noises getting slightly louder as I did. As I got to the basement, I noticed that the door was made of metal. probably to keep the sound muffled or to keep things down there. I dont know, but something seems off about it. I brought a shaky hand up to the knob and twisted it, Opening the heavy metal door slowly. I slipped in quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible. I took a tiny peak, and I saw a small smudge of pink and red. I heard some singing as well, it sounded just like Jere's voice. I inhaled a scent of rust and blood. My eye twitched and I covered my face, blocking the smell. 'Alright mike, I've seen enough. Time to go back an-'
My thoughts were cut off as the basement door slammed shut. I jumped slightly. The noise coming from Jeremy stopped. Though I think heard slight whimpers from someone else down there. my hands started to shake and I quickly grabbed the door knob, pulling on it. It seemed to be locked from the outside. It felt as if my heart stopped. I yanked on the door again. No use. I panicked and banged on the door, Not noticing Jeremy at the end of the steps, he had his hand on his hips and a knife in his hand. His sleeves were rolled up, still wearing his pink sweater, his body was covered with fresh blood.
"Well well well....if it isn't the one and only, Mike Schmidt~" He smirked. My body jolted with fear. I slowly turned around to look at him, my eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and my breathing was shallow. I fucked up. I really, really fucked up. I should have left this hell hole when I had the chance. He motioned me to come with him. "There is no use of escaping. Vincent locked the door on the outside. So anyone who comes in here, will be stuck here till someone unlocks it. By the way, why didn't Vincent stop you?" He asked, tapping the bloody knife on his chin, waiting for me to come towards him. I opened my mouth and tried to speak but my voice was lost. I couldn't find it. Jeremy giggled slightly at this. "Ah, well he must have passed out." He gestured his knife towards the right side of him. "This fucker put up a fight. Nobody can beat Vinny though." He smiled, trying to rub the blood off his face, but it ended up smearing all over. He looked terrifying like this. I held my breath as he started to walk towards me. My back hit the door, and I tried my luck to open it again. I slid my hand around the metal door and searched for the knob, keeping my eyes locked on his bright pink ones. I could feel the cold metal sticking out from the door, and I made a mistake to look down at it out of reflex. I looked back towards the front of me only to have me head pressed against Jeremy's grinning one.. I yelped and jumped back, blocking myself from him. He gave me an evil smirked and I felt a warm, wet hand grab my wrist, pulling me down the stairs, luckily I kept my balance and didn't fall down. He pulled me all the way to the bottom and threw me on the ground. Damn he's strong. The impact knocked the wind out of me.  His facial expressions going from a a grin to an angered frown.
"Mikey...you know how much you make me MAD?!" His eyes turned from a rose colour to more of a red. Not by much though. "You think you are sooo strong and soo clever," He pressed a foot on my chest, keeping me down. I could easily grab his foot and get him off of me...but....it felt like I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. I stared up at his glowing pink eyes. "-Thinking you could stop me with that liquid crap. You aren't slick. The medicine doesn't stop me forever. This will never go away" He crouched down with his legs on both sides of my torso. He was sitting on my chest, relativity close to my face. He growled "Why the fuck can't I just kill you..." He muttered under his breath. He brought bloody hand to my face and stroked it. I flinched as his wet hand got cold fast. The red liquid made a mark on my cheek. My eyes were wide, my expression was obviously terrified, and I didn't know what to say. Why can't I move or speak?! His frown disappeared and replaced with a seductive smirk. He leaned down and pressed his lips on mine. I didn't really expect that, so I let out a little gasp. It was gentle, yet rough. His lip moved against my non moving ones. I tried to push him away, but it felt like my arms were weighted, no, It felt like my whole body was 1000 pounds. My eyes went out of focus, and I saw pink creeping into my vision. This is the same way I felt during early this morning, but this time I felt electric like shocks going up my spine. I started to tremble, I don't know whats going on...Its freaking me out. Why cant I push him off or anything? I was too busy worrying about why I cant do anything that I didn't notice his hands drifting away from my face towards my neck. He lightly wrapped his hands around it. Not choking me though. He dragged the knife down my clothed chest gently, circling around the area where my heart is. I snapped out of the trance when his hips pressed against mine. My vision came back to normal, and I moved my head away from him, coughing. I pushed him away. I wiped my mouth on my shoulder. The knife dropped to the floor, He smirked, pinning my hands down above my head. I tried struggling but he's too fucking strong. Like...what the actual fuck? I could easily beat him....at least that's what I thought.
"Mikey. Do you remember when Vincent said I should control myself more?" He asked me, pinning both my hands with his left hand, and grabbed his knife from the ground. I was too scared to look at him. He thinned his lips in a line and grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "Its rude not to look at someone who is talking to you." he said bluntly, re-pinning my hands and I felt the knife gliding around my hips. I tried to glare at him, but it didn't really look that threatening when your face was squished and your as red as a tomato. He grinned at my reaction "Welllll, anyway, when he said that, I learned how to control people that I have a strong connection with for a limited amount of time. As days go by, I could possible control someone for a whole day...." He grinned "Or a whole night if you know what I mean~" He closed his eyes and laughed. "Its funny! Cause instead of controlling myself..." he leaned in close again, drawing the knife out from underneath both of us, and slowly moving it down my check, causing the skin around it to turn red. He flicked his tongue across my lips, causing me to flinch. "...I get to control others...." He pressed his forehead to mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut. 'Don't look at his eyes. they must be the cause of this hypnotizing thing.' I thought His mouth moved down and he locked our lips together, slightly grinding his hips on mine. I held down a shaky moan from inside of my throat. Not wanting him to hear anything. I was able to move, but he had a fucking strong grip. Its so weird. Because he's usually a wimp when it comes to things like this.
He continued with his actions, his mouth dragging down to my throat. I felt his grip loosen slightly. 'now is my chance!' I somehow managed to get out of his grip when he let his  loosen more, and I shoved him off of me. He tumbled to the ground and laughed. "Michael, there is no way out~" He called out to me as I struggled to stand up, and run over to the cement wall, trying to find a window of some sort. No luck. I jerked my head back towards him. He stumbled towards me, his pink eyes illuminating the semi dark basement. I had no where to go."Get away from me!" I shouted. Like that would do anything

 I glanced to my right and saw a chair. I only saw the back of it but I could see a figure of a male, pools of red and string like body parts coming from the his lower chest area. My eyes widened and I held my hand over mouth, trying not to throw up. This is utterly disgusting. I looked away and back at Jeremy. He wasn't walking towards my direction anymore. He went for the guy in the chair. He skipped up towards it, and spun the chair, turning it so I could see. I covered my eyes and mouth. The guys face had been ripped open from the mouth, it looked like Jeremy forced his jaw to snap into two. His stomach was cut open, his lower intestine and guts hanging out from the side, blood still pooling out from it. I turned my body around and started to hyperventilate. Jeremy growled, obviously not liking my reaction to his work. "Mike...what have I told you about this? Its RUDE!" He stabbed the knife into the guys knee, emphasizing the word 'rude'. The body twitched as the knife came in contact with his leg. I bent down and held my stomach. This is rare, as far as I know, I have a pretty strong stomach, and I don't get sick when I see blood or guts or anything....but this....

This is beyond anything I have ever seen. Jeremy's eye twitched as he grinned, "What's the matter Mikey~? Afraid of a little blood?" He snorted, laughing at me. My body trembled. This is not okay anymore. I heard his shoes click on the cement floor, and circle around me. "you just don't know it yet" He bent down, bringing the knife under my chin, forcing it upwards. "but you love me and I love you the same~" He sang. I shut my eyes tight and tried to calm down. "Fuck o-off..." I muttered under my breath. His eyes narrowed and he yanked my shirt, forcing me to look at him. I grabbed his wrists and tried to push him off. He pressed his forehead against mine and chuckled. It was too late before I realized that I was staring at his rose coloured eyes. I felt my face get hot and the room seem to have a tint of pink. Jeremy smirked and slowly leaned in to kiss me. I didn't push away. I couldn't stop myself, I started kissing back. W-whats going on...?