Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Thirteen//A Really Good...Friend//

Mike's P.O.V
I start to walk quickly again down the street.
"That guys on to something." I growl.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vincent rolls his eyes.
"I'm saying that the way he looks at us...did you tell him anything?" I throw him against the wall roughly.
"No...I didn't now let go of me!" He glares up at me.
"You told him something you little bitch." I growl.
"I didn't tell him shit okay?!" Vincent yells. "I haven't seen him since like months ago!"
"Bullshit." I shake my head. "Let's just go."
"No forget it!" Vincent shakes his head. "I don't want your money."
"Fine." I smirk. "So you won't get payed."
"No." He cries. "Please just let me go why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I love you." I lean down and stroke his hair.
"No you don't..." He sniffles and shakes his head again.
"Fine. If you won't fall in love with me willingly..." I pause and pull out a knife. He goes to run away but I slam him over the head with the bottom of the knife and he falls to the floor. "I'll have to make you forced into love~"
"Ah..." He holds the top of his head and cries. "Please just take me...back to the pizzeria."
"No...I'm taking you to my house." I lean down and wipe the blood coming from his head.
"Stop!" He flinches and covers his head.
"Hush..." I put a finger over his mouth, rubbing his side.
"No...No stop it." He shivers.
"You know what?!" I growl. "Fine. I'll just leave you here. It'll take you days to find your way back to the pizzeria." Then...I walk away.

Vincent's p.o.v
I get up slowly, blood still running out of the top of my head.
"How did I get myself into this? Is it all my fault?" I speak to myself like a psychopath. "I need to get back...I'm screwed."
I start to walk back in the direction that I thought the pizzeria might be in.

///////Time Skip///////

I finally get back to the pizzeria a few hours later. It was really dark out at the time.
I walk in, still crying I run into the supply closet. I find a pair of scissors and run into Scotts room.
He wasn't there.
I sit on the bed and close the door. Rolling my sleeve up and starting to make small scratches along my wrist.
"Ag..agh.." I let out quietly, making them a little bit deeper...just so I would bleed a little bit. I sigh and lay back, rolling my sleeve down and completely forgetting that I was in Scotts bedroom. I close my eyes...And within a few minutes I fall asleep.

Scotts P.O.V
I clean up the kitchen before walking into my room. Just to realize that Vincent was fast asleep in my bed.
"Awe." I laugh and walk over. "Someone was very tired."
I tilt my head in confusion, realizing that scissors are placed next to him.
"What the?..." I see blood soaking through his sleeve.
Don't tell me that he...
I roll his sleeve up and I see a line of pretty deep cuts up his arm, it didn't look like the first time it's been done.
"Vincent...Why..." I sigh and feel a sudden wave of sadness come over me as I speak to the sleeping teenager. I lean down and kiss his wrist.
"It's okay...We'll get you through this...I promise you'll be okay...Soon enough..."