Another Person's Property (Mike x Vincent) {Sequel to Legally Property}

Chapter Seven • Jûšt Ånøthēr BRēâKDøwN

Vincent's P.O.V
I don't sleep for that entire night. I can't stop thinking about what he did to me. I don't get out of bed for as long as I can because I don't want to wake up Anthony. Just then the door opens. I close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping, not wanting to be bothered.
"Hey." I hear Anthony yell. "Wake up." He smacks me in the face, this time very hard. I flinch, opening my eyes and looking up at him.
"Get up and get dressed. There is a hoodie in the bathroom that should be your size." He crosses his arms and awaits for me to get up. I get up off of the bed and run into the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. Before I begin to undress myself, I look into the mirror and jump backwards in astonishment. My entire face is bruised and my entire neck is filled with red marks. I take off my shirt just to realize that there is a huge cut on my side and multiple bruises along my chest. I look down at my arms. Nothing is there except for cuts and scratches that were not from another person. They are from myself...
"Vinny that's called self harm. It's not good. Don't do it anymore." I remember Mike's saddened face, how he was on the edge of crying when he said that to me. I try not to think about him and slip off my pants along with my boxers. I step into the shower and turn on the water, allowing the warm water to fall on to my soft skin. I grab the shampoo and begin to wash my hair. Once I'm finished washing my body and hair, I step out of the shower, drying off as fast as I can and then putting on the clothing that was left for me.
A plain grey shirt and a pair of sports shorts. But the tee shirt that he gave me was extremely tight. I sigh and put it on anyways, feeling like a fucking stripper. I put on the shorts and then walk out.
"Why is the shirt so tight?" I ask, almost inaudibly.
"Cause I like to see you in tight clothes. It shows off how skinny you are~" he brushes his hand against my side, making me shiver, then he walks out. There is a moment of silence
"Mr Mike..." I whisper to my self.
Please save me Mr Mikey I think to myself. Why is it like this? It's not fair. I want to see him. I want him to hold me.
"M-Mr Mike!" I say louder. "Please!!"
I'm Dyîng without him
Then I don't know what happens but u finally just lose it again. I scream at the top of my lungs and punch the wall, causing my knuckles to open up and begin to bleed. I don't care, I continue to scream and punch the wall. Then I run over to the bedside table and pick up the lamp that is resting on it. I throw it towards the wall with all my strength and watch it shatter into pieces. I scream again and again until my throat hurts. I turn my head sharply to see a mirror hanging above the dresser. I look at myself in disgust and then smash the mirror with my fist. My hands covered in my own blood.
"Mikey I miss you!! Help me please!!" I scream and throw the alarm clock on the dresser at the light in the room. The glass on the light bulb shatters and the room becomes dark. I grab the blanket off of the bed and collapse to the floor, covering myself in it as I hold on to Bradly as tight as I possibly can.

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