Troublemaker (pt. 3)

All throughout the day you held a look of worry. You contemplated your odds with Vincent. You obviously knew something was wrong with him considering nobody would do what he done. Pacing back and forth with a racing heart and mind, you groaned in annoyance. That possible psycho was coming back tomorrow to visit you and do God knows what?

“Ugh, I need to clear my mind.” You said before going over to the couch and flopping down, staring up at the ceiling. Grabbing the bag of chips, you opened the it and stuck your hand inside, taking a handful of salty delights and shoving it into your mouth.

That moment with Vincent replayed over and over in your head, making your heart pound in both a negative and positive way. Thinking closely, you felt a pain in your heart upon the purple man’s sudden disappearance.

‘Why am I feeling like this?’ you thought to yourself. A wave of worry washed over you at the thought of possibly crushing on the purple man you BARELY knew.

In an attempt to clear your mind you stood up and walked into your bedroom. Grabbing your cellphone off the dresser, you called your best friend.

Bringing the phone up to your ear as you listened to the line connect, you were soon met with an elated scream. “Ah! What the hell?!” you yelled and pulled the phone away from your ear.

You could hear your friend laughing and you frowned at the cellular device. “sorry!” they apologized. “What are you calling for (name)?”

“I was calling to ask if you and the crew wanna hang out?”

“Sure!” she beamed merrily.
“Alright, what time?”

“How about 8: 00PM?”
“Sounds good (name)!”
“See you then?”

“Yeah!”
“Ok, see you then.” you said and hung up.

Sighing in relief you placed your phone on the dresser beside your bed and fell back into the sheets. Looking up at the ceiling for a moment, you closed your eyes.

“I’m gonna casually just go back to sleep.” You said and looked over at your wristwatch. “It’s 2: 15PM, hopefully I’ll wake up around 6: 45PM?” and with that, your eyelashes fluttered over your eyes and you drift off to sleep.

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Your watch began to beep loudly, you shifting on the bed. Blinking slowly to clear your blurred vision, you looked at the time and gasped when it read 7: 15PM. You snatched the little piece of crowding covers off your legs and hopped out of bed, rushing to the closet before grabbing a (f/c) dress and dashing into the bathroom.

Turning on the shower water you stripped yourself of your clothing and kicked the discarded fabrics into the corner before jumping in to wash up. Taking no more than 10 minutes to wash and 5 to wash your hair, you got out in a flash. You blow dried your (h/l) (h/c) hair and grabbed a makeup kit. Throwing on your (f/c) lacy bra and panties, you applied light eyeshadow and lipgloss, putting on small hoop earrings and a few golden bracelets when dressed.

Gorgeous. Beautiful. Astonishing. Words that men (or maybe women) would use to describe how you looked at that moment. After you were ready, you looked at the time which read 7: 30PM and you sighed in slight relief. You had 30 minutes to drive to your friend’s house and the drive would only take 10, meaning you had a spare 20 minutes.

Grabbing your (f/c) purse to accompany your fashionably appealing attire, you looked in the mirror and twirled around once. “I look good.” you said to yourself with a triumphant smile, battering your eyelashes.

Walking out the bedroom while fishing for a stick of gum in your purse you yelped upon finding Vincent in a golden suit and navy blue tie, sitting on your couch with a smirk.

“I see someone got dolled up for our date.” The purple man mused and chuckled.

You choked and paled at his words.

“Vincent, what date? We never– no, why are you HERE?! You said you weren’t coming back until TOMORROW.”

“I thought it’d be nice to take my girlfriend out on a date.” he said and stood, walking over to you and snaking an arm around your waist. You looked at him with an angry expression, watching as he inhaled your scent. “You even used my favorite perfume. You must really be trying to impress me.”

“It’s not YOU i’m trying to impress,” you hissed and snatched away, pushing him back. “Im going out with my friends to the club or to the movies. My plans are with them, not you. Now if you excuse me,” you growled and started walking toward the door. “I have somewhere I need to–”

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Vincent hissed and grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you back. You grunted with widened eyes and stumbled back a bit. “If you’re going anywhere, it’s with me. GOT IT?” he yelled and you cringed, nodding swiftly. Vincent smiled sweetly at your reply, wrapping his arm around your waist once more before walking with you to the door. “Now let’s go eat somewhere.”

You lead the purple man to the door and you both walked down the 2 flights of stairs before you stopped when standing outside of your apartment.

“You go ahead,” you muttered. The purple man stopped to look back at you with a questioning mien. “I have to find my keys.” you lied. Vincent stared at you with a contemplating expression but nodded nonetheless and walked to your car. With your head lowered, your eyes darted up and you quietly squeaked when you noticed what looked like a handle to a knife sticking out the back of his suit.

‘This guy is definitely a psychopath.’ you concluded as you pulled out your phone. ‘I need to call the cops.’

Just as you dialed ‘9-1-1-’, Vincent scoffed, standing over you. “what are you doing (name)?” he asked and you quickly cleared the number, looking up.

“I was about to call my friend!” you replied. The purple man glared daggers at you.

“That number looked like 911.” he scolded. You laughed nervously and shook your head. A silence built in the atmosphere around you and Vincent; a feeling of anxiety churning in your stomach.

Just then your phone rang. It was your best friend calling. You mentally did a victory dance, noting to thank them later. Without further hesitation you answered the phone and laughed nervously once more.

“H-hey!” you stuttered into the phone. Vincent noticed your peculiar behavior and scolded you more. “Where you?” your friend questioned, and just as you were to reply, Vincent snatched the phone from your grasp.

“She’s with her boyfriend,” he said. “don’t ever call her again. Thanks, bye.” he hissed and hung up. You stared at him with a face that held a mix of emotions but he only smiled. “If you ever try to call the cops on me again then lie about it, I’m going to fucking end you.” He threatened and took your phone, throwing it at the ground.

You screeched at the sight of your now destroyed cellular device; it’s pieces scattered everywhere. Looking up from the broken phone, you were met with the purple man’s abnormally wide, whitened eyes. It was evident that Vincent had malicious intentions. Turning away to walk back to the car as he had, you stared almost blankly.

Obliged to comply with Vincent’s gesturing as he signaled you to follow him you sighed in dismay. A disdained expression made it’s way to your formerly merry features and you staggered hopelessly to the man whom be the reason behind your nightmares.

Not only was your phone broken but you were stuck with a purple psychopath, unable to call for help. This is just gold.