Deranged ~ Book I

Bruises

A/N: The picture above is Vincent. :)
PS. The chapters get longer as the story goes.

Damien Manson, twenty year old who obviously is on drugs 24/7. He used to be sweet, he used to be caring, honest....that all changed when he quit his job for drugs. No one knows what had gotten into him. People would say he joined a gang, or even sold drugs, maybe he had a criminal record nobody knew about. But right now, Vincent didn't know who to listen to. He thought every thing would be in the past and he and Damien would move on with a normal life. He was terribly wrong.

"Stop!" Vincent yelled. Damien was high again, oh who am I kidding? He always was. "Don't play innocent with me, babe." He stressed. A wicked grin spread across his face. It made Vincent uncomfortable and scared. Damien walked closer to Vincent, but he backed away. "I said stop, Damien!" Vincent yelled again. Damien stopped in his tracks and folded his arms. Little did Vincent know, he wasn't having it.

"Don't play innocent. You've been cheating on me with Drake behind my back and you know it!" He yelled. "What?! Drake might be my best friend, but that doesn't mean I've tried anything!" "Don't tell me that bullshit, Vincent!" By this point, Damien was furious, Vincent backed further away from him in shock. "Damien, you must understand -" Damien slapped him across the face. "I told you not to tell me any bullshit! You sick liar!" Vincent got back up, a red hand mark obvious on his cheek. His eyes red, filled with tears. "Vincent, you and Drake...I SAW YOU KISS HIM! DON'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T! Why?!"

Vincent sniffed, his face red as a tomato. "Haven't you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Your a mess, Damien. You're not your old self anymore! Look at you now, you're obviously high!" Damien had it now. He punched Vincent in the face, then again, making Vincent cry out. His rage was overflowing, Vincent backed up to a wall. "Don't tell me what I am and what I'm not!" Damien sighed and stormed out the door slamming it behind himself, leaving Vincent behind, crying his eyes out.

*****

Vincent had finally gathered the courage to get up. It's been a good thirty minutes, the red mark still on his cheek. The same question flooding his mind: Why can't Damien learn?
Vincent pulled out his phone and called Drake. The phone rang, then finally he answered.

"Hello?"
"Drake.." Vincent's voice shaky.
"Hey, You alright?"
Vincent swallowed hard.
"Yea..d-did Damien come over?"
"No, why?"
"Good...no reason. Bye."
"B-"
Vincent hung up the phone, scared Drake would notice his voice.

Vincent walked into the bathroom and stared at what Damien had done. Forcefully, Vincent filled a little tub with hot water and dropped a hand towel inside. He watched the tub fill up. Then turned of the faucet and cleaned up his bleeding lip, wincing at the sting of it's touch. Suddenly, the door opened, the sight of Damien making Vincent pause a little, but continued to clean himself up. Vincent ignored the sorrow in Damien's eyes. "Vincent....." He stared in the mirror at Vincent.

"Look at what I've done...."

Damien felt true sorrow when he saw a tear escape from Vincent's eye.

"I'm sorry...I love you..I really do. Do you love me?"

Vincent was too scared to say anything, plus, his lips felt horrible. So he nodded instead.

"Tell me you do."

Vincent stuttered, he didn't know what the say, on top of that, he felt lots of pain to move his mouth. Will Damien under -

Damien slapped his face again. Vincent crying out.

"You see? I can't control myself..."