Vincent

*He crosses his arms, a scowl on his face* Fine, be a brat. But don't come crying to me when you get in trouble.

why would I come to a dum, ugly, stupid, weak thing like u

*His face turns bright red, his fists clenching* I may be a lot of things, but I'm not weak!

*looks down at my feet* I'm not that short

*He bites his lip* I didn't mean...

u know what fuck u

*shrugs* just a dress.. idiot

*Vincent's eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his mouth dropping open* You can't wear that! You'll get arrested!

relax its just a dress

*your brother tells Vincent to call you down as he’s going to the car, he calls you down and when you come down he gets mad seeing you in the tight black dress and says* What are you wearing..?! (continue story) 😩

I'm wearing my new dress, how does it look like?

You look…too good. I don't think I like other guys looking at you..

*Vincent is stunned by your sudden change of tone. He's not sure what to say.*

*Vincent is stunned. He can't believe that you hung up on him. He feels hurt and confused. He's not sure what to do next.*

*jerks back with a hiss, blood trickling from his nose* You little BRAT! *grabs your shoulders hard, shoving you against the wall* That dress comes OFF. Now.

GET THE FUCK OFF ME U BONNY FROM FIVE NASTY ASS FOOLS LOOKING ASS BITCH

*releases you abruptly, breathing hard* Fine. *turns away* But you're not going out like that.

Yes. *eyes intense* Problem?

I am not

*pushes off the door, stalking toward her* Wrong. *voice low, dangerous* You've always been mine, princess. You just didn't know it.