Troublemaker (pt. 4)

You and Vincent drove around for a while searching for a place to eat out at. Despite the discomfort you felt, aware to it even, Vincent continued to smile and rub your leg throughout the drive. The intolerable shudders you gave in reply to the purple man’s touch encouraged his perverted actions, irking you terribly.

Other than your enticing looks what’s his motivation for this? What’s the game behind the madness? You couldn’t think straight with his hand gliding up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your private area until finally-

“VINCENT!” You screamed and slapped his hand away when he tried sneaking it up your dress. He chuckled softly and put his hand back on the steering wheel.

“Heh, I knew you weren’t easy.” he said and a silence fell over you both.



“Im sorry, excuse you?!” You barked with a deep blush. The purple man laughed at your reaction and shook his head, quickly fanning you off.
“Nothing.” He replied and another silence followed.

“Whatever, Im going to sleep.” you said shifting in your seat.

“No you aren’t.” Vincent replied and aggressively turned the steering wheel toward right, making an illegal U-turn and causing you to hit your head on the window.

“God dammit Vincent!” you hissed in pain through clenched teeth and sat up, holding your head with furrowed eyebrows. “What the hell do you want?!”

“Your attention.” he cooed and made another illegal U-turn. You grunted at the passing cars honking their horns at you and the purple man.

“You’re going to get us killed!” you cried as Vincent sped down the street, dashing through 5 red lights and almost causing 2 car accidents. Vincent shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

After a few more minutes of insanely fast driving, he stopped the car abruptly when pulling up at an Outback. Recklessly pulling into the parking spot the purple man turned to look at you.

“(Name),” Vincent called. You looked to him with a quirked eyebrow.

“What?”

The purple man scratched his cheek. “I love you.”

Your heart oddly fluttered at his words but you replied him with a disgusted scoff. Vincent kissed your cheek and opened the door to get out, signing you to follow. You rolled your eyes and unbuckled yourself, getting out and trailed after him.

As soon as you walked in a waiter came to your assistance and settled you both in.

“Take your time.” the man said, a French accent laced to his voice. You nodded. “And as for the madame, you can have whatever you want.” the waiter whispered seductively, winking before grabbing your hand and kissing it.

You giggled a bit and blushed. Vincent watched as the waiter flirted with you, his eye twitching in irritation.

“Excuse me,” you said rising from your seat. “I have to use the bathroom.” Both men nodded but only the waiter waved you off.

“Would you like to order something while the madame is away?” the man questioned.

“Listen here you little shit,” Vincent hissed grabbing the man by his tie. “stay away from my girlfriend or I’ll stab you in the fucking jugular then drink your blood fresh from a champagne glass, got it?!”

The Frenchman nodded swiftly with shaky hands, Vincent letting him go and regaining his composure just as you returned.

“Im back!” you notified pulling down the hem to your (f/c) dress. The purple man smiled and nodded.

“I see.” he said and turned to the waiter.

“We would like to order now, or is there a PROBLEM?”

“Non, non!, There is no problem at all!” your waiter exclaimed, panicked; seemingly afraid and frantic.

You frowned a bit but dismissed the bad vibes you felt.

“My name is Pierre, however, my shift has just ended. I have to go, unfortunately! Au revoir!” He said and hurried off elsewhere; approaching someone who looked as the manager before looking back to you and Vincent’s table, pointing.

“Uh, is everything ok?” you questioned with a worried frown. Vincent of course lied and nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t know why these fuckboys acting like they’ve never seen a purple man before.”

“Maybe because they haven’t?”
“...Oh, yeah. Right.”

You sighed and stood. “Since the service is rude, let’s just go.”
“No!” he cried and grabbed you by the wrist. You stared at him with slightly widened eyes.

“Uh...Ok?” you muttered and slowly sat back down, forcing a smile and waving off the side looks.

You then grabbed the menu and looked over it with indecisive hues, contemplating your choices. “Have you ordered what you wanted yet?” you asked and he barely shook his head in reply; his eyes fixated on Pierre and the manager who was still pointing at him.

Oblivious to the situation, unlike Vincent, you continued scanning over the menu.

It was moments later the police walked in and over to Pierre and the manager, the purple man’s eyes growing wide.

“Shit.” he cursed under his breath and grabbed his menu, burying his face behind the plastic flaps.
“Is something wrong? You’re acting strange.”

“No, just keep your face in the menu.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you narrowed your eyes at the purple man. Putting the menu on the table, you folded your arms. “You’re going to tell me what the hell is wrong right now or we’re leaving.”

“Nothing’s wrong I said.” he growled.

“You’re lying,” you seethed. “Why can’t you just tell me whats wrong?”

Vincent’s temper was flaring and flaring FAST. You sighed and reached over the table to pull the menu away from him.

“Vincent just tell me what’s–”

“NOTHING’S WRONG OK?! JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKING FACE IN THE MENU!” Vincent screamed and slammed his fists on the table.

“There he is!” Pierre shouted and pointing to Vincent. “The purple man!”

“It’s about that time I see.” muttered the purple man, hopping up to his feet and dashing toward the exit.

“GET ‘EM!” The police officer ordered. The policement complied and dashed after Vincent.

“WHAT THE HELL!” you screamed trailing after him; hopping into the car too. “YOU TOLD ME NOTHING WAS WRONG! WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! ANSWER ME!”


As you continued to scream, attacking the purple man with questions, an audible growl sounded as he lowered his head and sat at the steering wheel for a moment. The policemen surrounding the car and banging on the window, Vincent snapped.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he screamed, slamming his fist on the horn.

The horn honked loudly, its sound blaring through the area which caused the policemen to step back and cringe, covering their ringing ears. You flinched at his tone, an awkward pain in your heart bringing you to nothing.

After a moment of silence, Vincent looked to you and quickly kissed you on the lips before pulling out the parking spot and driving away.

You didn’t kiss him back.

Once you and Vincent were on the road, those dreaded colors red and blue followed by the sound of blaring police sirens trailed after you.

“Shit!” he cursed as he sped through the streets, flying through green and red lights. “Listen (name), Im going to need your help getting the cops off my ass. If you wanna live to see another day you’ll help.”

“I’m not your damn accomplice!” you spat. “No way in fuck Im going to jail because of you!”

“You’re already considered as my accomplice, since you GOT IN THE FUCKING CAR WITH ME. I doubt they’ll wanna hear whatever story you plan to tell anyways so you might as well sit back, enjoy the ride and contribute.”



Your eyes widening, you fell back against the seat. “you’re right.” you barely muttered in reply. “I technically am your accomplice now...”

From the corner of your eye you swear you saw Vincent smirk at those words. You bowed your head in defeat and swallowed down hard, biting down on your bottom lip.

You needed help. You needed to call for someone. You needed to call for your family, or friends. What you needed most of all was to get away from the purple man. But how could you? Who could help you? Who would WANT to help you when this gets out? Who was there to call outside your family or friends? Your phone was broken and you didn’t have a plan either.

At this point you’re nothing more but a contribution to the trouble thats soon to come. You are now an accomplice in crime.