Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Seven

Scotts P.O.V
I turn away from fritz...Starting to cry.
"No no no this can't be happening..." I mumble and shake my head.
"Scott..." Fritz pats my back. "It's gonna be okay we're gonna get him back."
"Fuck this shit." I growl and wipe my eyes quickly. Running outside.
"Where are you going?" Fritz follows me.
"I'm going to get Vincent back." I keep walking and get into my car. Fritz gets into the passenger seat.
"You sure about this?" Fritz looks at me seriously.
"I can't let him get hurt or get fucking raped by a fifty year old pedophile, Fritz...I'm sure..." I nod and drive off just forgetting about the five other people that were still in my house. I drive as fast as I possibly can.
"Scott what the hell?!" Fritz yells. "You're gonna get us killed!!"
"There it is!!!" Is all I shout back. There was the truck.
"We're following it." I claim.
"Woah you're insane you're seriously going to just go in to where ever they go?" Fritz asks.
"Nope. I'm gonna wait to see who gets Vincent. And then I'm gonna fucking beat the living shit out of them when they walk out." I chuckle.
"Yup you're insane." Fritz nods.
"Protective." I correct him. "Seriously...I just...I mean I've always been looked upon as the one that keeps him safe I guess and I just can't break that now..." I shake my head.
"I got ya." Fritz again.
I follow him into a parking lot and park. Then...we wait.

Vincent's P.O.V
The next thing I know...I'm in some place that looks like...It looks like I'm backstage somewhere...
"Okay kid you're up." A man says miserably. "Let's see what you can bring us." He chuckles.
"Wait what's going on?" I ask completely confused. I look down and realize that I'm only in a pair of shorts and nothing else.
"What the f-" the guy grabs me by the wrist and pulls me out on to a runway looking thing. I was faced with about seven freaking males sitting in chairs holding...Numbers on cards. Was I being fucking auctioned off?! I look around anxiously.
"And last but not least we have Vincent Valentine. He's fifteen, 5'6 1/2 and around 110 pounds." The guy chuckles as I look around completely terrified.
"One hundred." One man that looked about thirty holds up a card.
"Two Fifty." Another guy holds up his card and growls.
"Two fifty anyone for four hundred?" The male holding me asks.
"Fuck four hundred. Five hundred." The first guy holds his card up.
I shake my head and start crying. How did this happen?
"Woah Five hundred. Do I dare ask anyone for one thousand?" He grips my wrist tighter.
"Two thousand." A new male that looks about 40 raises his card.
"Five thousand." The first guy yells, obviously mad.
"Seven thousand!!" The one that betted two thousand screamed.
"Twenty thousand fucking dollars!!" The older and bigger one shouted. I cried harder and shook my head.
"Our highest bid of the night. Twenty five thousand? Going once..." No one answered. The first man looked agitated. "Going twice...?" No answer.
"Sold to William for twenty thousand." The man lets me go and William walks up to the stage. I tremble in fear and look at him. He smirks down at me and puts a hoodie that was about my size on me.
"Let's go. My cars out back." He snaps a collar on me like I'm some sort of freaking dog.
"Wait I have to live with you?!" I ask in shock.
"Yeah. That's what this whole things about. I pretty much own you." He chuckles and walks out with me.