PROLOGUE
"I never understood how she was so capable of loving someone like me...someone so broken, beyond fixing.
I was intrigued by her the minute I laid eyes on her. So innocent, so fragile, so beautiful. She was like my own personal puzzle with a few missing pieces and I wanted to be the one to fill in those gaps, even if I had to carve out my own flesh just to complete her, I would."
VINCENT POV (PRESENT)
FUCK
I bring the bottle to my lips, closing my eyes as I swallow the metal taste of alcohol in hopes that it would make me forget about everything, nothing. I could still feel the burning scream wanting to erupt from my throat and the agonizing feeling that made me feel like complete shit! It was all too much.
Fuck. I've never been one for controlling my anger. The bottle of alcohol slipped through my fingers but I caught it wrapping it around my hand, focusing all my anger and strength on the bottle as I watch it break a window.
"Vincent calm the fuck down, you're gonna get arrested again!" Kyle tries to reach out to me but I push him off aggressively. I'm suddenly reminded I wasn't alone. Chase, Kyle and Nick had decided to follow me after I punched some guy at the bar. It wasn't my fault his bitch wasn't paying attention to him. If Chase and Kyle hadn't pulled me off of the guy things would have ended pretty bad.
"Vincent come on!" Kyle reaches for my arm. "Don't fucking touch me" I glare at him.
I hear Chase and Nick laughing behind me and I clenched my jaw angrily. Those fuckers are probably already drunk.
For a second I was envious and I'd have done anything to trade places with them just to escape the images in my head. I'd just forget about all of it and not give two shits about anyone or anything.
"Don't be such a pussy Kyle. He's just letting some of his anger out." Nick shrugs patting me in the back and I push him off harshly making him stumble on the ground. As if he knew the source of my anger.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I repeat. I swear to god, the next person to lay a finger on me is going to be a permanent part of this fucking cement.
"Come on Vince, the owners of that house probably already called the cops! Let's go."
I glare at Kyle. Like I fucking care if the police were coming. It's not the first time I get arrested. Of course, fucking Richard paid to bail me out.
I smirk in disgust at the thought of his name. My prick of a father, the savior. I never asked him to waste all his pretentious fucking money on me, but no doubt if I get arrested tonight he'll probably end up being the one paying for my bail again. Figures. The perfect CEO has to have his spotless record so he can't have his son thrown off to jail or it'll ruin his reputation.
"I'm out. You three are on your own man." I hear Kyle say. I didn't bother to look at him, I could care less what he does.
"Here" Chase offers me his bottle of alcohol and I take it without hesitation. The burning liquid hits me hard as I swallow it down and wait for the familiar taste of relief. Nothing.
I throw the bottle in anger and watch as it breaks yet another window. I hear Nick and Chase laughing behind me screaming some stupid shit. I walk off before I got pissed and decide to take my anger on them, but I could still feel them following behind.
"Are you gonna tell us why you're so mad or what?" Nick rolls his eyes and I refrain myself from punching him.
"Look I know your dad—"
