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

[Ch. 22] Thê Trûth

Vincent's P.O.V

"Can I tell you something?" I look up at Mike.

"Yeah of course." He smiles. "You can tell me anything."

"Okay...Uh..." I stop and shake my head, deciding I am not going to tell him. I don't want to get him mad. "Never mind..."

"No tell me." He insists.

"No it'll just get you angry." I speak carefully.

"No it won't. I promise I won't get mad." He says, anxious to know.

"I don't want to tell you so I don't have to." I cross my arms.

"Yes you do!" He says loudly then sighs. "Just tell me."

"I said no!" I yell and cross my arms, glaring at him.

"See I try to be nice but then you get like a little bastard" He growls. "Tell me!"

"Stop asking!" I get up off of the bed. "I'm not gonna tell you."

"How bad could it be?" He asks, obviously annoyed.

"You'll just..." I shake my head and the lower my voice so it is barely audible. "I've been lying to you..."

"Lying to me?" He snaps. "Lying to me about what?! Just fucking tell me!"

"I..." I begin to back away, getting ready to run. "I'm not sixteen...I'm fifteen...B-But I turn sixteen in-"

"What?" He cuts me off, clenching his fists. "You told the boss on the first day of work that you were sixteen!"

"I know because you had to be like eighteen or older to work there and he said I'll give you the job but only if your within two years younger to I just said I was sixteen! I needed a job!" I say loudly.

"How didn't you tell me by now?!" He takes a step towards me. "You lying little-"

I couldn't just stand there...This was going to turn physical eventually so I just ran into the kitchen. I heard him run behind me, I take off into the living room and move behind the couch. Everywhere I run he chases me.
Just as I attempt to run past him, he grabs me and slams me against the wall, quickly ramming his fist right at my face. At the last second, I duck down and then begin to run again.

"What's the big deal?!" I shout, still running. "It's just a ONE year difference!"
He didn't reply, he just pulls something out from his back pocket. I didn't have the time to examine the object but all of a sudden there was a gun shot. I immediately dive to the side and watch as a bullet impels the picture frame that was right behind me. He takes another shot but misses me again. I feel myself shaking...I'm in a life or death situation here. I breathe extremely heavy as I lunge towards the door and sprint out as fast as I can. I run down the street not looking back at all. I don't think he's behind me but I'm not taking any chances. I run all the way to Scotts apartment and bang on the door as hard as I can.
Please be home