Something About Him {Vincent x Phone Guy}

Dessie Runs Away {Chapter 22}

Vincent's P.O.V

I understand that both Scott and Desmond are looking at me with shock, but I had to. He is my son. I escort Xav to the basement where he immediately drops his suitcase and jumps onto the couch, he smiles slightly.

"You won't even know I'm here," He says, closing his eyes and laying back.
"I hope so." I mutter under my breath.

As I reach the last step, Desmond is staring at me. He has a sharp look on his tear-stained face. He punches my chest and stomps away, probably off to go find Scotty. I didn't feel guilty about this at all, for some reason, I didn't feel human. All the memories of me being with my two sons and wife were coming back to me, tasting bitter-sweet in my mouth. I remember it all, their smiles, their tears, their emptiness. It all seemed so distant now, and felt like it didn't matter anymore. Scott walks up to me and whispers in my ear.

"Desmond isn't ok... why did you do that?" He says, making it sound like it's my fault.
"He's my son Scott, I couldn't just leave him on the street." I reply angrily, Scott's face looks hurt now too, great, today I'm just ruining EVERYONE'S life!
"I'm sorry Vincent, I... I know he's your son and all... forgive me..." Scott walks away slowly, dragging his feet with each step.

In anger I grab his wrist and pull him towards my harshly, his nose digs into my chest. He applies his hands on my chest, trying to push me away, but I just sneak my arms around his waist and squeeze him tighter to me. I grab a tuff of his hair and look him right in the eyes, his once lively eyes are now clouded. He looks at me with sadness... Why does he always make me feel this way? I'm always falling for him more and more, but returning to insanity quicker and quicker. Loving him was driving me crazy, but I loved being crazy, with him. He winces a bit as I tug harder, my nose touches his softly. I can feel the heat exiting his lips, the lips I could ravish. God, I love him too much.

"You really piss me off sometimes," I comment, before he can protest I slam my lips onto his. My body is taken over, and soon I don't feel like me. I slide my fingers into the back of his shirt as I kiss him passionately.
"V-Vincent," Scott moans through breaths, God I love that moan. I push my tongue into his mouth and swish it around, I retract my tongue back into my mouth and look at him impatiently.
"I know you want to, Scotty~" I purr. "Ravish me, make me yours."
"I thought you were already mine~" Scott says with a smirk, my eyes widen, I've never seen this look before. It does entice me.

Scott shoves his tongue into my mouth, the texture is so smooth, and it tastes like whip cream and salt. I never knew Scott was this sweet, I guess there's still things I need to know about him.

"I love you Scotty~" I say between breaths, it doesn't seem like Scott will stop anytime soon, he pushes me against the wall, snaking fingers into my hair.
"I love you too, Vincy." He coos, I cringe immediately at the nickname.

Desmond's P.O.V

There's no way I'm going to be living under the same roof as Xav. Daddy and other daddy are going to use this as an excuse to go out, saying that 'Xav can babysit you.' and all. As I'm packing my bags, I hear the soft moans of daddy and other daddy making out.

"They must really love each other..." I mutter, the tears begin to sting my eyes.

They don't have time for me.
I'm just a nuisance.
I pack the bag even faster, shoving as much clothes and toys in my suitcase. Everywhere I went brought horrible memories, the hospital, the house, this house. Nothing seemed to be going my way. I allowed the tears to stream through until I felt hollow and dry. I lifted the suitcase from the ground to not cause any noise and sneaked out as daddy and other daddy were skin-to-skin on the couch. They look good together. I must look strange and different. I gave them my last goodbye and quietly headed out the door.

When I was a few blocks away from the semi, I burst into tears again. A woman with her child are walking hand-in-hand, they pass me and give me judgmental stares, when they think they're far enough, the girl says.

"Mommy, why does that boy have a suitcase? Where's his mommy and daddy?"
"Hush sweetie, they're probably... getting ready to go on vacation."

The young child takes in the information and just smiles, continuing to walk peacefully. I couldn't stop staring at the girl, she's probably living a happy life, her mommy and daddy probably have sane and nice paying jobs. Whenever she trips and scraps her knee she must feel as though it is the most horrible pain in the world. But she'll never know what I had to go through... As I thought, the park behind me was slowly turning into a restaurant, not just any restaurant though, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

"I'm scared, and I can't go back." I say out loud, no one was going to hear me. It was an empty afternoon.
"Can't go back where?" A voice asks. I spin around, ready to attack any strange men, but it's a boy, who's probably the same age as me. His jet black hair burns in the sun, he won't stop staring at me with deep blue eyes. I'm speechless, I want to speak, tell him I'm scared, but my mouth won't move.
"Can't go back where?" He repeats, tilting his head a bit. He must assume that I didn't hear him, I wish I hadn't.