Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2 Pt21 - P*$$y Whipped

Vinnie started freaking out. I was trying not to laugh at the stupid pussy-cat joke, but I realized that this meant that Hera might be in danger.

As much as that little pale-green-eyed cat wanted to steal my man, she'd grown on me. I was genuinely worried for her well-being and I knew how much it would kill Vinnie if anything happened to her.

Everyone rushed out of the house and Thomas left in his car to take the cat to a veterinary emergency room. We ran into Vinnie's room and tried to find Hera. We didn't see her in her normal spot and started to panic.

We tore up the whole room looking for her. We yelled her name and listened for her meow, but we heard nothing.

Finally I saw her tail slightly move under my pillow and scooped her up to hand her to Vinnie. He cradled her in his arms and I swear I saw his eyes water.

V: Hera, baby. Wake up.

She didn't. She wasn't dead. She was surely breathing, but it was unsteady. Actually, I'm not even sure if it was unsteady, I never really paid attention to her sleep patterns. We were terrified.

V: Hera, please. I need you.
Y/n: Vin...
V: No! Hera... Are you okay? Please wake up.

He kept swaying back and forth with her in his arms. Now he was really crying. It broke my heart to see him like that. I came to tears myself just looking at him with his beloved Hera is his arms.

She wasn't waking up. She was knocked out. She didn't look hurt or dead, but her body was limp and now I was certain that her breathing was erratic.

V: Hera! Hey, just say you're okay and I'll calm down.
Y/n: Vin... She's a cat, she can't talk.

He wiped a tear from his eye by rubbing his face on his shoulder. He was not going to take a hand off of Hera right now.

V: Shit, yea. That's right. I don't know. Fuck! Make a sound- moan or some shit.
Y/n: Moan??
V: Fuck, Y/n! I don't know. Fucking meow I guess!! I'm not exactly thinking of the proper cat terminology right this goddamn second.
Y/n: Shit! Okay, I'm sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood a bit.

He stared daggers at me. I swear if looks could kill, I would have been walking through the gates of Hell with my head in my hands. He looked at me with disgust and all of a sudden, I felt like a worthless piece of trash. All I was trying to do was to make him feel better- to make us feel better. I was already crying, but with the look he just gave me it felt like my heart was ripping out of my body.

V: Why are you crying??
Y/n: What?
V: You never cared about her. Why the in fuck would you cry if you never gave a shit?!
Y/n: I do care about her. And I care about you. I don't want to see her hurt and I definitely don't want to see you hurt, either.
V: This isn't about me. And my God, this is certainly not about you.
Y/n: I'm not making it about me!
V: Then why are you fucking crying?? Is it because you realized that this is all your fault?

What?? How in the hell could this be my fault? I didn't do anything to her. Or to him, for that matter... This cannot be all on me.

Y/n: How is this my fault? Huh? How could you possibly spin this around on me?
V: If you could just get your jealousy under control for once in your life and not act out to feel better about yourself then we never would have been in this situation!! You and you fucking assumptions are what got us here!