Recovery

(34) Mean Comments

Vincent's POV:

"Ummm...well..." Jared said, looking around nervously.

What? Jared and nervous does not go together. Did he forget to bring his ego with him?

Finally, he did say something, "Spencer wasn't being that nice and uh...yea." He said nodding.

"Why do you have to come to my place then?" I asked suspiciously.

Jared thought for a little bit longer, "Well because I wasnt going to have his...unfriendly behavior? I probably would have lit his things unfired of something." He gave me a little smile as he talked.

I knew he wasn't telling the truth but decided not to ask about it.

I just nodded and looked back at the food I was making.

Jared's pov:

Ok, so I badly lied about what happened. What was I supposed to do? Tell him I liked him and Spencer got jealous and punched a wall, and pushed me to the ground? Huh? That I was afraid of him? I couldnt tell him that!

Your right, you couldn't tell him that. Vincent doesn't like you, nobody likes you. This is just a one sided thing. He would probably just laugh in your face and tell you how much of a baby you are for being afraid of Spencer. Cause that's what you are right? A baby? A fag? A nobody.

I try not to let my thought get to me and instead watch Vincent cook.

Your creeping him out! Stop staring you freak!

I looked around awkwardly and look back at Vincent, "Hey is there anywhere I can put my clothes?"

Vincent looks at me and thinks. "There is a spare room next to mine. I finally cleaned it." He said looking back at his food.

I nodded and started going to the room. I wanted to stay in his room, but I guess he doesn't.

I went in the room and just sat down on the bed. Thinking. But for me, thinking is never good.

He doesn't want you to be here Jared! He hates you! Spencer made fun of him so he left and you didn't go after him. Because apparently you were in pain! Vincent is more important you should have gone after him! And where the fuck did this room come from??

I sighed and rolled up my sleeve. Running my fingers over the scars.

Your ugly!

I shut my eyes tightly and rolled back down my sleeve.

Next, I rolled my shorts and just stared at my cuts.

I read over and over again 'I am alone,' on my thigh.

"Fuck," I said quietly as I put pressure on a fresher cut.

The little bit pain shooting through my leg as I hiss in pain. It's the only thing that stops my thoughts.

I apply more pressure as I hiss even louder. But enjoying the pain.

Slowly but surely, blood starts coming out of my skin, and I stop.

I stare at the blood as it bubbles up in my skin and trys to escape my leg.

The door bust open and Vincent comes in with a plate of pasta.

Your fucked.

I stare at him emotionless for a bit.

"Jared..." Vincent mummbled before putting the plate down and going to the bathroom.

He's disappointed in you.

I sighed, the thoughts are back.

Soon, Vincent emerged from the bathroom with a wet cloth and a bandage.