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

[Ch. 26] Relations

Fritzs P.O.V
Wondering why I'm in this guys house? Well first of all this mans name is Heath Smith and he is my older brother by ten years. We recently moved back in together. He has a record of schizophrenia and bipolar depression and I wanted to help him out. He would lash out at our parents all the time when we were kids. And now he's been doing things that aren't so good. Last week he punched this random teenager in the movie theatre. And a couple of days ago he got into a fist fight with a bar tender because they refused to serve him any more drinks. But I couldn't let him hurt my friend.
"Heath!" I yell. "Get off of him. He already gets enough of that when he's with Mike."
"But there's something special about him Fritz. Can't you see it?" He asks in a deep tone of voice. I hate when he gets like this. When he goes all psycho. I've gotten used to it but Vincent must be scared out of his mind right now.
"Heath. Let him go." I say calmly.
"Don't you tell me to let him go." He says angrily. "Look at him. I want to keep him for myself"
"You can't. He has a life he has to live." I say in a calming tone of voice.
"His life can be with me! I knew it the second I laid eyes on him in the store! I saved him from his abusive, asshole of a boyfriend! It's obviously true love! It's meant to be Fritz how can't you see that?!" He asks me angrily.
"Don't do anything you're going to regret" is what I say in return. "You're going to get in a lot of trouble if you do anything fucking weird to him."
"Shut up Fritz!" Is all he says. "You don't know anything so just shut up!"
I keep my mouth shut but plan to take action if he does anything to hurt Vincent.
Heath flips Vincent over like a weightless rag doll and pushes his head down into the couch with his extremely large hand. I hear Vincent trying to scream and see his attempt to kick is legs. I run into the kitchen and grab a frying pan quickly slamming Heath over the head with it as he begins to undo Vincent's pants. Don't judge. Yeah I needed a frying pan. You expect me to fight someone that's about 6'7 and 390 pounds of muscle? No thanks.
Vinny rolls over and looks up, still looking shocked and afraid.
"It's okay he can't do anything to you." I lean over the top of the couch and pat him on the shoulder. "I called Scott before he's on his way"
"Thank you Fritz." Smiles up at me lightly. Still not getting up.
I nod giving him a sympathetic smile. Just at that moment Scott walks in.