Escaping from Him (Mike x Vincent) [Sequel to Forced into Love]

[Ch. 15] Promise BrEaKeR

Vincent's P.O.V
A few minutes later, Mike barged into the door. The side of his head was bloody and his hands were all bloody as well.
"Mike what did you do?!" I get up and go to run out of the room to see if that other guy was gone yet. Mike stops me before I can and run out.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Mike looks at me.
"Yes." I nod and follow him out of the room.
"I thought I told you I didn't want Scott near you." He growls at me, the blood on his hands making him even more scary.
"I mean...He sort of j-just came here and we went into the closet because you were scaring me, Mike." I say quickly. He hits me in the jaw.
"You're spending the night outside." Is all he says.
"Please no it's freezing." I beg, holding my mouth.
"I don't care. Get out and go to sleep." He snaps his fingers.
"But-" he cuts me off.
"No. you got lucky this time. If you ever see Scott again...It will be much worse. Understood?"
"Understood." I sigh and walk out of Mike's apartment and then walk out of the building in general. I sit down against the building and hide my face in my hands, I didn't want any one to see me bruised and crying on the side of the street. A few minutes after shivering and sobbing into my sweatshirt sleeves, I feel someone tap me. I look up to see a kid that looks around two years older than me or something.
"are you okay?" He looks down at me. His voice was really deep. I look up, wiping my eyes.
"Yeah...I'm...Im fine..." I say quietly to the older teenager.
"Oh my god." He sits down next to me. "what happened to you should I call an ambulance?"
"No...I'm fine...I'm used to it." I sigh. "I mean.."
"Wait...you're used to it? Did someone do this to you?" He asks concerned.
"Uh...No...Of course not.." I look down again. I'm a terrible liar. But I didn't want to tell this random stranger anything.
"There's no possible way you could have so many bruises and scratches and all that stuff on your neck if it wasn't from a person." He sighs. "You can tell me."
"It...It's my partner Mike...He got us married illegally because he's l-like 28 and he does like bad stuff to me and tonight he's making me sleep outside." I say anxiously.
"That's horrible. I can help if you want." His voice echoes for some reason. But why did I just tell this random stranger about Mike?

Because he's not a random stranger