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

[Ch. 29] The Note

7:50pm

Vincent's P.O.V
"I...Im scared Mike!" I yelp, starting to pace around the room.
"Calm down." He states calmly. "I'm sure he's just going through a phase. He'll probably be over you by morning."
"Yeah...Yeah you're right." I try to convince myself that he was.
"I know it's early but you should get some sleep. I think I'm gonna go to sleep now anyways." Mike starts walking into his room. I run into my room, get changed into pajamas and then run back into Mike's room, jumping up and collapsing next to him in bed.
"Jeez I'm really tired for some reason." He yawns. "I'm gonna hit it"
"What? No please don't." I cover my head.
"Not hit you." He sighs. "Hit it. As in go to sleep."
"Ohhhh okay that's a relief. Then I guess I will too" I shrug and lay down.
"Goodnight." I say quietly
"Night. Love you"
"Love you...Too"

--Time Skip--

I wake up and look at my phone, stretching.
10:07am
Ah shit Mike hates it when I sleep in. I get up and look next to me.
No one.
I run a hand through my hair. Dam what the fuck. It feels like a bush of some sort dear god. I look in the kitchen and he's not there either. It's a very small apartment. There's not many places he can be.
"Yessss I'm home alone it's gonna be lit." I say to myself. Just as I walk through the kitchen. My foot slips on a slippery spot and I hit the ground. Hard. Catching myself at the last minute with my left hand.
"GAH FUCK ME WHAT THE FUCK" I scream in pain as my wrist twists.
"Ahhh dammit I hate my life." I curse, my eyes tearing up as I hold my left wrist in pain. And of course...I'm a lefty. How is only that one area slippery and the rest of the floor fine? I look around and realize that there is a piece of paper on the floor. I flip it over and see that there is writing on it...

Dear Vincent My Love
Meet me at my house at exactly twelve pm if you ever want to see Mike or Scott ever again
I won't hurt them or you as long as you come to my house at EXACTLY twelve
I suggest you don't mess with me sweetheart~
No need to bring anything
Just bring yourself baby~

Part of me was telling myself that I'm not in danger and neither is anyone else

Then another part of me was telling myself that I'm fucking insane if I don't go because I don't know if I want to cross a psycho  that could most likely kill me with one hit