Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Fourty Two//The Ending//

Scotts P.O.V
"Umm what was going on in there" I ask again.
"It sounded like you were...um...yeah..."
"We were playing a game." Mike chuckles. Vincent just continues to hysterical cry while massaging his wrists softly.
"Mercy?" I ask, still unsure. Mike nods.
"My wrists...My wrists..." Vincent cries. I run over to him and grab his wrists in my hands, he yelps in pain.
"Sorry!" I quickly let go. "It's okay." I assure him as I hug him.
"Vinny?" Mike asks, obviously agitated.
"Yes Mike?" Vincent pulls away from out hug and sniffles.
"Come here." Mike says quietly. Vinny walks over slowly and then looks up at him. Mike leans over and whispers something in Vincent's ear that I couldn't exactly hear. Once Mike pulled away from his ear Vincent nodded.
"I'll be right back" Mike says happily. Vincent and I nod, starting to walk into the kitchen.
"You want anything to eat?" I ask him.
"No thanks." He says quietly.
"Vincent why were you saying 'I like it when you hurt me'?" I ask carefully.
"Because I do..." Is all he says.
"You like it when Mike makes you cry?" I ask, concerned and confused.
"Uh yeah." He nods. "I like pain." He chuckles.
"Vinny this isn't you...he's...he has brain washed you into this psycho for pain." I say loudly.
"No! I love him!" Vincent argues.
"No you don't." I shake my head.
"Yes! I do!" He starts tearing up.
"No! Vincent that's not love!" I say very loudly. He just stares into my hazel eyes for a few seconds before running off into my room and slamming the door. I sigh, deciding to give him a little bit of space.

Vincent's P.O.V
I don't know what it was but something snapped within me. I couldn't think straight, it felt like everything was blurred.
"No..." I shake my head and speak to myself. "Snap out of it."
"No no no...there's no escaping now!!" I yell to myself. "You got yourself into this!!"
"Vincent!" I hear Scott knock on the door. I ignore him.
"It's all my fault!!" I scream.
"No! Nothing's your fault please open the door!!" Scott screams back, knocking very roughly.
"I could have had a fantastic life!!" I yell to myself. Dropping to the floor and looking under the bed. My razor that I left there...it was still there.
What have I become?
I think as I pick it up
This man turned me into someone else
I make a few very deep cuts on my right wrist.
"Who am I?!" I scream, tears rushing down my face, my heart racing a million miles a minute.
"Vincent!!" Scott screams, pounding on the door. "Please don't do anything stupid!!"
I quickly make a lot more cuts on my other arm, my vision was already starting to get blurry. I just kept sliding it against my wrists.
Left, right, left, right, left, right...
I look down at the floor, it's soaked in blood as well are my arms.
"I hate you!!" I scream to Mike, even though I knew he couldn't hear. "You put me here!!" I punch the ground with my fists then go back to slicing my wrist open. Finally, I take the razor and jab it into my right wrist, twisting it and then pulling it out. I scream in pain at the top of my lungs. My vision becoming even more of a blur.
"It's....All....Y-You're fault!! I trusted you!!" I used my last breath to scream as I collapsed to the floor. Just at that moment the door busted opened, I couldn't see anything but I heard it. And at that moment everything...every mistake, every memory, every conversation, every experience, every bad day, every thought and all the voices...All flashed before me. But out of everything that occurred to me at that moment I managed to pull out one thought before I fell into nothing but silent darkness...

I loved him...And I had my chance with him but I blew it...Scott was always the one