Chapter 15
Vince stood outside Claire's bedroom door, angry. She started it. If she had just left me alone I wouldn't have said anything. He scowled at the door. I ain't sayin sorry. I don't give a fuck what Dom says.
It wasn't until he raised his hand to knock that he heard it. It was muffled thru the door, but there was no mistaking it. Claire was crying.
Vince froze, but then balled up his fists at his sides. So what! I don't care. So what if I hurt her. I don't care. I don't care if I made her cry. I don't care if she hates me, he told himself firmly. Vince lifted his fist and knocked. He heard her stop crying, but the door didn't open. He scowled, ready to knock again.
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Claire stopped crying when she heard someone knock. It took her a moment to calm down. She wiped her eyes quickly. "Stupid bastard." She muttered to herself. This is all Brian's fault, she thought bitterly.
She walked over to her door and opened it, expecting it to be Brian. Her jaw dropped when she saw Vince in front of her. She quickly closed her mouth and glared at the cut on his cheek. Satisfied in knowing she caused it. She waited for him to speak.
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Vince stood silent. He saw her tear streaked face and didn't know what to say. Don't just fucking stare at her! Say something! His mind shouted. Vince opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. FUCK! He couldn't bring himself to apologize.
He saw the hurt pass over her face briefly, and then her eyes narrowed at him.
"Fuck you Vince," she bit out.
Vince watched in astonishment as she slammed the door in his face. What the. oh hell no! He glowered at the door and then knocked again, harder this time.
"Go away!" He heard her yell thru the door.
"I wanna talk to you!" Vince yelled back.
"Tough!"
"Open the fucking door Claire!" He growled at her.
"No!"
Vince banged on the door once with his fist, angry beyond belief. Fuck this! I don't fucking need this shit! Vince stomped his way down the stairs and out the front door. Once again sitting on the front lawn, angry at the world.
Twenty minutes later Vince looked up when he heard a car pull up. Vince wasn't sure if he wanted to see Leon at the moment. Vince watched as Leon approached, he was smiling until he saw the cut on his cheek. Leon frowned at him.
"What happened to your face bro? Did that guy come back? Is Claire all right? He didn't hurt her again did he?" Leon asked worried.
Vince shook his head.
Leon relaxed. "Well then what happened to your face dawg?" He asked confused. Leon's eyes widened. "You didn't get into a fight with Brian did you? Shit, V you know Dom ain't gonna like that. Come on. We better go lay low for a while. We'll come back later when Dom's calmed down." Leon stated, as he held out a hand to help Vince off the ground. Leon didn't see Dom's car because it was parked futher up the drive way.
Vince took it, but couldn't look Leon in the eyes.
"I need a drink," Vince said once they were in Leon's car.
Leon laughed. "Now that's what I'm talkin about. Let's go find some bars."
Vince nodded, agreeing with him. He couldn't bring himself to tell Leon it was Claire he fought with and not Brian.
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Mia sat in the living room waiting for Vince and Leon. It was late, almost four in the morning when they finally arrived. Mia was beyond pissed.
Vince was completely drunk and smelled like cheap perfume and alcohol. Leon was struggling to help him inside.
"I hope your night out with dirty hoes was worth it, Vince." She told him angrily.
Vince smiled at her happily. "Hi Mia! Whoa!" He said a little too loud, as he wobbled dangerously. Mia shushed him as Leon tried to keep him upright.
"He's been wasted most of the night. All he could talk about was Claire and how much he doesn't care about her. He's got it bad Mi." Leon informed Mia.
"Shush!" Vince insisted loudly.
Mia rolled her eyes. "Come on let's get him upstairs. He's gonna have to stay in your room Leon. I don't want him down here in the morning." She said.
Leon agreed. With the two of them they managed to get Vince up the stairs without too much damaged or noised. Until they got to the hallway. Vince recognized Claire's bedroom door and started to head in that direction. Mia and Leon were pulling him towards Leon's room.
"What you doing I wanna talk to Claire." he said speaking too loud.
"Shush V! She's asleep." Mia tried to get him to be quiet.
Vince on the other hand was far too drunk to care what time it was or who was sleeping. He wanted to talk to Claire and he was going too. "I want to talk to Claire! Let me go!" He insisted even louder than before, starting to get angry. He struggled against Mia and Leon's grip.
Mia was no match for him. He shrugged her off like a rag doll. Leon was stronger than Mia but couldn't hold Vince for long.
"I'm going to talk to Claire!" He stated loud enough for everyone else to hear.
Claire came out of her room. "What the hell is the matter with you Vince? It's freakin four in the morning. Go to sleep!" She yelled impatiently.
Vince was happy once he saw Claire. He stopped struggling against Mia and Leon who were once again trying to steer him towards Leon's room.
"Claire! I want to talk to you. Can I come talk to you?"
Claire would have laughed him, because he was slurring and obviously struggling to stand upright, but didn't because he was trying to be serious.
Mia and Leon looked at her pleadingly. They knew Vince wasn't her favorite person at the moment. So they both looked surprised when Claire agreed to let Vince talk to her.
"All right come on Vince." She said, dejectedly.
To Mia and Leon's surprise Vince managed to make it into Claire's room without falling over. He sat down on her bed right away.
"Just let him talk. He'll fall asleep once he feels he's done telling you whatever he thinks is important." Mia explained, and then went to bed.
Leon looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry for what he said. He told me as soon as he got drunk. He deserved the punch in the face. If it makes you feel any better I know he likes you. He's just too afraid to admit it. He's always thought he was in love with Mia. He doesn't know anything else. He doesn't take to change very well." Leon said, then kissed her cheek and went to his own room.
Claire sighed. I don't care what he feels anymore. He obviously doesn't care about my feelings. She thought. She went into her room and shut the door behind her.
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Vince grinned goofily at her from the bed. "Hi Claire!" He said still speaking too loudly.
Claire winced at his volume. "Shush. You're talking too loud." She reprimanded.
Vince's grin fell. "Oh sorry."
Claire sighed. "It's fine. What do you want Vince?" She asked tiredly.
He waved for her to come closer; he didn't stop until she was standing in front of him.
"What do you want, V?" she asked again when he didn't speak.
Vince grinned at her again. "You," he mumbled as he grabbed her and pulled her even closer. His arm sneaked around her waist and he held her tightly.
"What?" Claire asked, shocked. She started to squirm in his grip when he started to nuzzle her chest. All she wore was a skimpy tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. "Vince, stop it!" She practically yelled at him in a panic stricken voice.
Thru his fuzzy mind Vince saw Claire and knew he wanted her. He wanted to feel her skin. His hand slipped underneath her shirt. When she started to squirm he held her tighter. Vince frowned when he heard her shouting at him. He looked up at her face to see what she was yelling for. He froze when he saw her face. She was scared of him. Oh baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's okay. I won't hurt you. He tried to tell her what he thought, but his mouth stopped cooperating with him.
Claire pulled away from him and ran out of the room.
Vince tried to go after her, to reassure her. He would never hurt her like that. He didn't want her to think he was capable of forcing himself onto her. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He soon past out unable to stay awake any longer.
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Vince stood outside Claire's bedroom door, angry. She started it. If she had just left me alone I wouldn't have said anything. He scowled at the door. I ain't sayin sorry. I don't give a fuck what Dom says.
It wasn't until he raised his hand to knock that he heard it. It was muffled thru the door, but there was no mistaking it. Claire was crying.
Vince froze, but then balled up his fists at his sides. So what! I don't care. So what if I hurt her. I don't care. I don't care if I made her cry. I don't care if she hates me, he told himself firmly. Vince lifted his fist and knocked. He heard her stop crying, but the door didn't open. He scowled, ready to knock again.
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Claire stopped crying when she heard someone knock. It took her a moment to calm down. She wiped her eyes quickly. "Stupid bastard." She muttered to herself. This is all Brian's fault, she thought bitterly.
She walked over to her door and opened it, expecting it to be Brian. Her jaw dropped when she saw Vince in front of her. She quickly closed her mouth and glared at the cut on his cheek. Satisfied in knowing she caused it. She waited for him to speak.
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Vince stood silent. He saw her tear streaked face and didn't know what to say. Don't just fucking stare at her! Say something! His mind shouted. Vince opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. FUCK! He couldn't bring himself to apologize.
He saw the hurt pass over her face briefly, and then her eyes narrowed at him.
"Fuck you Vince," she bit out.
Vince watched in astonishment as she slammed the door in his face. What the. oh hell no! He glowered at the door and then knocked again, harder this time.
"Go away!" He heard her yell thru the door.
"I wanna talk to you!" Vince yelled back.
"Tough!"
"Open the fucking door Claire!" He growled at her.
"No!"
Vince banged on the door once with his fist, angry beyond belief. Fuck this! I don't fucking need this shit! Vince stomped his way down the stairs and out the front door. Once again sitting on the front lawn, angry at the world.
Twenty minutes later Vince looked up when he heard a car pull up. Vince wasn't sure if he wanted to see Leon at the moment. Vince watched as Leon approached, he was smiling until he saw the cut on his cheek. Leon frowned at him.
"What happened to your face bro? Did that guy come back? Is Claire all right? He didn't hurt her again did he?" Leon asked worried.
Vince shook his head.
Leon relaxed. "Well then what happened to your face dawg?" He asked confused. Leon's eyes widened. "You didn't get into a fight with Brian did you? Shit, V you know Dom ain't gonna like that. Come on. We better go lay low for a while. We'll come back later when Dom's calmed down." Leon stated, as he held out a hand to help Vince off the ground. Leon didn't see Dom's car because it was parked futher up the drive way.
Vince took it, but couldn't look Leon in the eyes.
"I need a drink," Vince said once they were in Leon's car.
Leon laughed. "Now that's what I'm talkin about. Let's go find some bars."
Vince nodded, agreeing with him. He couldn't bring himself to tell Leon it was Claire he fought with and not Brian.
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Mia sat in the living room waiting for Vince and Leon. It was late, almost four in the morning when they finally arrived. Mia was beyond pissed.
Vince was completely drunk and smelled like cheap perfume and alcohol. Leon was struggling to help him inside.
"I hope your night out with dirty hoes was worth it, Vince." She told him angrily.
Vince smiled at her happily. "Hi Mia! Whoa!" He said a little too loud, as he wobbled dangerously. Mia shushed him as Leon tried to keep him upright.
"He's been wasted most of the night. All he could talk about was Claire and how much he doesn't care about her. He's got it bad Mi." Leon informed Mia.
"Shush!" Vince insisted loudly.
Mia rolled her eyes. "Come on let's get him upstairs. He's gonna have to stay in your room Leon. I don't want him down here in the morning." She said.
Leon agreed. With the two of them they managed to get Vince up the stairs without too much damaged or noised. Until they got to the hallway. Vince recognized Claire's bedroom door and started to head in that direction. Mia and Leon were pulling him towards Leon's room.
"What you doing I wanna talk to Claire." he said speaking too loud.
"Shush V! She's asleep." Mia tried to get him to be quiet.
Vince on the other hand was far too drunk to care what time it was or who was sleeping. He wanted to talk to Claire and he was going too. "I want to talk to Claire! Let me go!" He insisted even louder than before, starting to get angry. He struggled against Mia and Leon's grip.
Mia was no match for him. He shrugged her off like a rag doll. Leon was stronger than Mia but couldn't hold Vince for long.
"I'm going to talk to Claire!" He stated loud enough for everyone else to hear.
Claire came out of her room. "What the hell is the matter with you Vince? It's freakin four in the morning. Go to sleep!" She yelled impatiently.
Vince was happy once he saw Claire. He stopped struggling against Mia and Leon who were once again trying to steer him towards Leon's room.
"Claire! I want to talk to you. Can I come talk to you?"
Claire would have laughed him, because he was slurring and obviously struggling to stand upright, but didn't because he was trying to be serious.
Mia and Leon looked at her pleadingly. They knew Vince wasn't her favorite person at the moment. So they both looked surprised when Claire agreed to let Vince talk to her.
"All right come on Vince." She said, dejectedly.
To Mia and Leon's surprise Vince managed to make it into Claire's room without falling over. He sat down on her bed right away.
"Just let him talk. He'll fall asleep once he feels he's done telling you whatever he thinks is important." Mia explained, and then went to bed.
Leon looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry for what he said. He told me as soon as he got drunk. He deserved the punch in the face. If it makes you feel any better I know he likes you. He's just too afraid to admit it. He's always thought he was in love with Mia. He doesn't know anything else. He doesn't take to change very well." Leon said, then kissed her cheek and went to his own room.
Claire sighed. I don't care what he feels anymore. He obviously doesn't care about my feelings. She thought. She went into her room and shut the door behind her.
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Vince grinned goofily at her from the bed. "Hi Claire!" He said still speaking too loudly.
Claire winced at his volume. "Shush. You're talking too loud." She reprimanded.
Vince's grin fell. "Oh sorry."
Claire sighed. "It's fine. What do you want Vince?" She asked tiredly.
He waved for her to come closer; he didn't stop until she was standing in front of him.
"What do you want, V?" she asked again when he didn't speak.
Vince grinned at her again. "You," he mumbled as he grabbed her and pulled her even closer. His arm sneaked around her waist and he held her tightly.
"What?" Claire asked, shocked. She started to squirm in his grip when he started to nuzzle her chest. All she wore was a skimpy tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. "Vince, stop it!" She practically yelled at him in a panic stricken voice.
Thru his fuzzy mind Vince saw Claire and knew he wanted her. He wanted to feel her skin. His hand slipped underneath her shirt. When she started to squirm he held her tighter. Vince frowned when he heard her shouting at him. He looked up at her face to see what she was yelling for. He froze when he saw her face. She was scared of him. Oh baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's okay. I won't hurt you. He tried to tell her what he thought, but his mouth stopped cooperating with him.
Claire pulled away from him and ran out of the room.
Vince tried to go after her, to reassure her. He would never hurt her like that. He didn't want her to think he was capable of forcing himself onto her. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He soon past out unable to stay awake any longer.
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