Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2 Pt22 - Welcome Home

*Vinnie's POV*

She left. She actually left me.

FUCK!!

What did I do? Seriously, what did I do? I guess that's a stupid question. I called her a nobody to me. I told her she didn't matter.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I think it's a mixture of being drunk, terrified of what is going on with Hera, and angry that she would question my loyalty after everything that we've been through.

But, honestly, I haven't turned my head once since she took me back. I didn't want anyone else and I thought she knew that. I thought she could tell that I was putting in so much effort to be with her and to make her happy and to keep her safe in my home. I never once would have thought that she didn't feel secure. I guess I was wrong. That's a shame.

Even though I know I was wrong for attacking her when really I was just upset about Hera, I can't excuse what she said to me- or about me.

She said that she couldn't even look at me. She said that I reminded her of... Jax. How could she- How
could she compare me to him?

She always said that I treated her better and that I could never be like him. He treated her like shit and always turned everything on her, while manipulating her to stay with him.

That wasn't what I was doing right? She wouldn't even let me do that. She knows better than to let someone belittle her over nothing like he did. She told me she would leave if that ever happened to her again.

Did I- No... I couldn't have. I know I overreacted, but that's why she left. She didn't leave because I made her feel like Jax did. Right...?

Shit! She wouldn't have said that if she didn't mean it. Fuck her for ever comparing me to that piece of shit. I'm better than that. I know better than that.

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My little meltdown ended when I saw her car leave the driveway. I wasn't self-reflective or regretful, I was mad.

I was so pissed off. All of this shit just set me back again from taking Hera to the vet.

I ran out of my room, grabbed her carrier, got in the car, and speeded down the highway to the vet's office. I wasn't nervous that I was gonna crash. I'm a safe driver and I really could not give less of a shit right now.

I pulled up in the parking lot and ran into the emergency room. I screamed at the receptionist that I needed help and she took Hera in the back room.

I didn't give a shit about common curtesy or about the fact that I just yelled at that, most likely, nice lady. Nothing mattered right now but Hera. I think I've made that pretty clear to everyone around me right now.

The doctors asked me what happened and I said that I didn't know, but she was definitely slipped something.

They said they were gonna run some tests and keep her overnight, but that she was stable and lucky that I brought her to them.

I was so relieved to hear that she was gonna be okay. My parents have a dog back at home, but I never expected to grow so close to a cat that I didn't even buy. The day Thomas surprised me with her, I fell in love. I was a pet dad now, not just a pet brother.

I felt responsible for her and the fact that something happened at my own fucking birthday party made me hate myself for being so reckless. I put her in harm's way without even realizing it.

I needed to cool down and the doctor's said I could come back in two hours, if I wanted to.

I drove out of the parking lot and cruised down the busy streets of Los Angeles. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of traffic at 1 am. There were certainly cars out, but I could still drive freely.