Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Fourteen//"It's going to be okay~"//

Sorry I'm updating a lot I have no life))

Scotts P.O.V
I decide to lay down next to Vincent. Just to watch him...But soon...I fall asleep next to him.

//////Time Skip to morning////

I wake up first and glance over at Vincent who was just waking up.
"Vincent...?" I look over at him and sit up.
"Yeah...Wait...Why are we uh why are we sleeping in the same bed...did anything happen?!" He asks anxiously.
"No nothing like that happened." I laugh. "But I do have a question for you..."
"Yeah?" He asks quietly.
"What's with the cuts on your arm?" I ask, concerned.
"I'm sorry..." Is all he says. "I...I...I just..."
"No no no it's okay calm down." I sigh. "Vincent...things will get better...I promise you..."
"I don't think so." He shakes his head and looks down.
"Look at me..." I say softly.
He sighs and lifts his head up to make direct eye contact with me.
"Are you scared?" I ask, straight out.
He nods his head and starts biting on his sleeve nervously.
"Okay...Okay...What are you afraid of?" I ask...still in a very calming tone of voice.
"Mike." Is all he said. His voice was extremely quiet.
"Vincent..." I finally built up enough courage to ask this...considering I didn't really know. "What...What does he do to you?"
"Well..." He starts biting on his sleeve again. "He's uh...He's like knocked me out once...He's forced m-me to have like...Sex with him...He's hit me a lot...And he hit me over the head with the bottom of  this knife thing...And left me in the streets...To find my own way back to the pizzeria..." He started to speak very anxiously throughout when he was telling me.
"Okay...Vincent...We need to call the police..." I look at him seriously.
"No...No we can't. He said he'd kill me if I told anyone s-so please don't tell anyone...Scott I trust you..."
"You don't understand...There's something called an abusive relationship..." I pause. "That's what you're in right now...And you know he can get in a hell lot of trouble for raping someone under the age of twenty one when he's over the age of twenty one."
"What do I say to the police when I call?" He shrugs and looks down.
"How about...The next time something happens I'll be there...And some other people...After he's stopped we'll call the police..." I nod.
"But what if you're not there when he-" I cut him off.
"Trust me, kid. I've got a plan."