(ITS GETTING CLOSE TO THE FINALE!! WUUUUUT)
Vincent tugged me into the house and took off my shirt. "I'm doing the laundry." he smirked. He pointed to my pants. I blushed and slowly took them off. I was left in my boxers as he stripped down. I fiddled with my thumbs as Vincent went to the washing machine.
He came back and slowly went to kiss me. A knock on the door disturbed us. Vincent groaned before slapping my butt. I blushed and looked down. He opened the door, with only his underwears on, a glared at the person at the door.
"Ah, Vincent youre naked!!!!" I heard Jeremy scream. Vincent glared at Jeremy. "Uh, where's Mike? It's been a few days and I haven't seen him... I miss him... He came here last, I think...." Jeremy started to sob. I sat silently.
"Sorry, Jere. I haven't seen him.. " Vincent frowned, faking a sad face. Jeremy nodded and wiped his cheek.
"Alright.. If you get in touch with him, tell me.. Please.. " Jeremy begged. Something in me broke. Was it the fact that Jeremy lost Mike to a murder, or was it because the murderer lied about it.. I got up and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed the knife and put it to my wrist.
"I can't believe I lived with him.. Had sex with him... Actually cared about him... Loved him..." every flaw that my relationship and I have, I would cut a deep wound into my wrist. I started to sob. I now was cutting quickly, making small cuts.
"We aren't really a couple. And I don't have a relationship with him.. " I growled, pressing the knife deeper into my wrist. "I hate him... "
"Y/n!?!!" I heard Vincent yell. I ignored the fact that he was there and kept cutting.
"Put the knife down, y/n.." Vincent growled. I put the knife to my neck.
"LEAVE ME ALONE OR I WILL SLIT MY OWN THROAT!!" I screamed. Vincent's face softened a bit. He ran at me, grabbing my wrist and pushing me into the cabinet. I squirmed around, screaming.
"Calm down, y/n.." he cooed, grabbing my knife away. I kicked around, trying to get the knife again.
"I HATE YOU!! YOU KILLED SO MANY PEOPLE! I JUST WANT TO DIE!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!! " I yelled. Vincent threw the knife across the floor and pinned my hands above my head. He put his lips on my ear.
"You aren't going anywhere. Not heaven, nor hell. You're staying here with me, understand me?" he whispered. I screamed as he pressed roughly against me. "Stop it. Your obnoxious screaming is bothering me. Should I start back punishing you?"
He tilted my head so I was looking at him. " Hmm.. You seem like you do need a punishment for cutting yourself..." he eyed me. My teeth clinched as my hands balled up into fist. "I dont want to have sex right now.. How bout I beat the shit out of you..? " Vincent grabbed me and made me lay on the floor.
"Aww.. You're so cute and fragile.." he whispered to himself before he pulled his feet back. He soon kicked my face. I yelped in pain as he soon kicked my stomach repeaditly. I covered my face as he kicked my jaw, knocking out one of my bottom teeth.
"V-V-Vincent..." I whispered as a tear ran down my cheek. I soon yelled in pain as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I curled up into a ball and started to cry. It wasnt Vincent anymore. Something happened... "VINCENT IT HURTS!! " I yelled, curling up more. Vincent stared at me.
"Quit your complaining. I'm not kicking you anymore!" he grunted. I pointed to my stomach and screamed in pain.
"PLEASE!! HELP ME!! " I yelled. Vincent sighed and kneeled down, forcing me to move my arms from my stomach. He proceeded to press down on it. He put his ear to it and gasped.
"I think something burst.. " he picked me up and gave me a worried look. "I'm gonna take you to the hospital, okay? " he told me. I nodded and clinched my teeth as the pain got worst.
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"Mr. Clark, your boyfriend might need surgery.. " the female nurse mumbled. She gave me a small frown. I nodded and put my hand to my forehead.
"How long will it take? " I asked, hoping it wouldn't be long.
"Well, his intestine had busted open. So I think around 3 hours," the female looked at her slip. "Yep. The large intestine at the bottom of the body. It's where your pee and poop comes from. For right now, he's gonna have a hard time urinating and producing feces. "
I shivered and nodded at the fact. "Oh, we also found cuts on his wrist and bruises on his stomach and face. Do you know why he's so beat up? We obviously knew he cut himself, but he wouldn't tell us why.. "
"I don't know. I never seen those cuts before.. " I mumbled. The nurse sighed and nodded, slowly walking back to the front desk. "Oh, and lady?!" I called. The female turned around. "I'll be back an hour before surgery is done.." she nodded and sat her panflit on the front desk. I walked out of the emergency room and to my house.
"I just cant believe I kicked him that hard.. " I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck. "Oh well. He should be happy I'm paying for the surgery. " I slowly walked into the street and into my yard.
"Let's just hope he's gonna cooperate with me tonight...."
