Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Eight

Vincent's P.O.V
I bite my bottom lip as my teeth chatter and I shiver. It was freezing outside considering I was only in a pair of shorts.
"Here." The guy gives me a sweatshirt that's about my size.
"Um...Thanks I guess." I sniffle.
"Yeah. So what are you in the mood for tonight, kiddo~" he purrs and slides a hand on to my back.
"Uh...I...I don't really know..." I scratch the back of my head.
"Alright so what I'm hearing is you want me to decide." He chuckles and grabs me by the frickin collar that was for some reason around my neck.
"I'm not a dog you know." I glare at him.
"You sure about that?" He chuckles.
"Positive." My glare intensifies.
"Okay. Sit." He throws me to the floor. "Aw good boy..." He pauses for a second and then pulls me up.
"Listen kid. This could go two ways...You could be respectful and everything will go fine...Or you could be an asshole...And get severe punishment. Your pick...Puppy~" he punches me right in the mouth and I fall back but get back up quickly.
"You wanna see a fucking puppy?!" I take his wrist quickly and bite down as hard as I can right on the vein. It pierced the skin most likely because of my braces. Blood started to spill out.
I'm so fucked
I think to myself as I start running. I look back quickly to see if the guy is behind me and he is.
"No no no no." I keep running. After about six minutes I become really out of breath. I run into a drug store so at least people were near me.
"Vincent!!" The man screams as he runs into the store as well. I wiped my mouth and you could barely tell that he was bleeding.
"Oh I'm sorry." William apologizes. "My son just isn't coming home and I'm trying to get him."
I shake my head the slightest bit at the cashier.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Can't you wait till we get home?" William growls.
"No..."
"Fine..."
I run off, grabbing a sharpie quickly than going into the bathroom. There was only stall. No one was in there except for me.
I lock the door. After a few seconds...there's a knock
"Any one in here?" A male asks.
"Uh...B-Be right out." I stutter.
I take the sharpie and write on the white painted walls in pretty big letters.
"I was kidnapped by the man in the white shirt out there. Please help me."
Then I walk out...Hoping that the man that was going into the bathroom would see it...And do something.