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Vincent
Present
I wishI could say I hate what I did to myself, but I don’t. In fact, every time I glance down at my bleeding, carved up arm, all I think about is Essa’s. About how now we fucking match and it makes my dick hard as fucking stone.
A creep and a monster…
Goddamnit. That is not how that was supposed to go, but like fuckingalways,Essa makes me do shit I never thought I would.
I groan as I pull a T-shirt over my head. Not only does my fucking arm sting, but my shoulder is aching like a motherfucker. After fighting with Dominik and then the whole shit show with Essa, I most definitely overdid it. I grit my teeth as I shrug it the rest of the way on and make my way out of my room.
When Essa came chasing after me earlier, I wanted nothing more than to let her in, but I couldn’t. She isn’t going to be the one determining what happens and when. If she won’t talk when I tell her too, then she can fuck right off with trying to make me talk when she all of a sudden wants me to. She is going to learn she better open her fucking mouth when I tell her, or keep it shut.
It’s quiet as I stand in front of her door. I slowly push it open and what I find has me smiling. Essa is curled up on the end of the bed that is still on the frame, sleeping, stark fucking naked. Her room is still destroyed but I will have her clean it herself later after she wakes. For now, I’ll let her sleep. Not only because I’m sure she needs it but because I find myself needinganotherfucking break from her.
I pull her door shut and make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Leo sits perched on a stool and I raise my brows at him as I pull open the fridge door.
“What the fuck are you still doing here?” I ask as I glance at the clock on the microwave. He’s been here for hours.
“Wanted to see how that would play out,” he answers me. If it were anyone else, I would be curious what they were doing the whole time, but this is Leo. I spin around with two beers in my hand and slide one across the counter to him before twisting the top off mine. I bring it to my lips and chug half of it before setting it on the counter in front of me.
“Didn’t think you drank beer,” Leo states and I shrug.
“I don’t.”He snorts and I feel my lips tipping in a smirk.
A quietness settles around us as we both drink our beers, staring outside. The morning sun shines bright, but the clouds are quickly moving in, creating a dark, heavy blanket overhead.
Leo tilts his head back to look at me and his eyes go wide. “What the fuck happened?” he demands as he reaches across the counter to grab my arm. I don’t bother moving away as he peels back the bandage now tinged red with blood.
“Vincent…” Leo trails off as he sees what is underneath. “What the fuck did you do?”
I don’t answer him as he drops my arm and sits back. I take another swig of my beer and take a seat on a stool next to me. I’m suddenly too fucking exhausted to stand.
“Vincent!” Leo shouts and I jump up, startled. My stool clatters to the ground behind me, but I don’t give a shit if it wakes Essa up. Leo has no fucking right to question me or anything I do. Especially not after all of the things I have done for him.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re yelling at?” I shout right back at him as I move into his space. My chest brushes up against his as I step up to him and get in his face. I’m fucking seething.
“You have no fucking right to questionanythingI fucking do, Leo.” I feel his hot breath fanning my face and it only makes me angrier.
“I damn will fucking question you! You have been acting like a completely different fucking person ever since that little bitch showed up.” His words set off something inside of me and I’m throwing my first towards his face before I know it. My knuckles connect with his jaw and an instant pain flares up my arm all the way to my shoulder.
“Fuck!” Leo grumbles and brings his hand to his jaw to rub it. “What the fuck was that for?” he asks me.
“Do notevertalk about her like that.”
“Damn, Vincent,” he chuckles as he licks the blood from the corner of his lips. “You are so back and forth and hot and cold with that girl, I don’t even fucking know a thing anymore.” He steps away from me and I’m almost disappointed he doesn’t hit me back. I want him to. I want to feel the anger rushing through me. I want to feel the pain of the hits. I want to feelanythingother than this wretched pain in my heart.
Anything is better than that.
“Fucking hit me back.”
“No, Vincent. I’m not going to hit you. You’re way passed fucked up. And I don’t mean physically.”
I remain frozen as his words hit me. He walks out of the kitchen and to the front door. He opens it and right before he steps out, he turns back to glare at me, his eyes shining with disappointment.
“I’ll be here when this whole thing with her burns to the fucking ground.” And with that, he slams the door behind him and what’s left behind is more pain.
So much fucking pain and nothing I can do about it.
