The way he smiles (Vincent x reader)

Backstories

As you two were walking down the street, you thought of a way to make him happy. Even thou you two had been together for a while, you barely know anything about him. You squeezed his hand tightly, trying to catch his attention. It worked, he had stopped walking and looked at you. His pure white eyes seemed to look straight into your soul.

"Want to stop at the park and take a break?" You ask, loosening your grip on his hand. He smiled one of his famous smiles at you and said "Sure why not."

You sigh in relief. You realized that to go further in your plan, you had to know his backstory.

When you reached the park, he sat on the wood bench. You were kind of scared to, thinking that it would snap in half the moment you touched it. You slowly dat beside Vincent, watching him stare at the kids playing on the play set. This town sure was going down hill. The play ground was wood and just like the bench, it was rotted and had a few pieces missing off of it.

"Tell me Vincent, what's your backstory. I've been thinking and I realized that I don't know much about you. So I thought that if I knew your backstory, I'd know more about you." You blurted out quickly. He look at you  seeming to hesitate to answer the question.

"Do you really want to know (Y/N)?"

"Most definitely!"

"Okay. You asked for it." He paused before starting again.

"My parents weren't very usual. As you can guess, the were different...colors from other people. My mother was red and my father was blue. After a couple years of loving each other the got married and had me. Which, you know if you mix red and blue you get purple. They were hoping so much that there kid would be normal, but instead the got little ole' purple me. My parents never really payed attention to me. They were always busy with whatever they were doing  and barely payed attention to me.

As I grew older my father stuck me in piano lesson. I always guessed that it was so they could get me to leave them alone. I was always asking for attention. I was actually pretty good at it.

When I got back one day from the lessons. I saw shadows in the kitchen casting on the hallway. I could here them arguing. Then I saw blood splatter onto the hallway wall and my moms shadow had disappeared. I saw my father walked out of the kitchen covered in blood. After he had noticed me shivering at the door he pulled a needle out of his pocket and told me to hold my arm out. I was scared of my father so I always did what he said. I stuck out my arm and he grabbed it tightly. He stuck the needle deep into my arm and cut a line down to my wrist." Vincent paused and pulled up his sleeve. He showed me the scar his father had left.  Then continued.

"I screamed in pain and wriggled out of his grip. I ran up to my room and locked myself in. I could hear him bang on the door yelling for me to let him in. I did nothin but cry and sit in front of the door not letting him in. I remember seeing my mothers blood on my wrist as my own dripped onto the floor and stained the carpet.

After school everyday, I would always run up to my room and lock my self inside. I always avoid my father. I only ate what the school would give me. And I always at big meals, even if was really disgusting I would eat it just to avoid eating dinner with my dad.

After I graduated high school, I stayed at a friends house. I never went back to my house after high school."

After a little bit of silence, you told your back story. 

"(Enter backstory here)"