Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Zander

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We all eventually make it home. Jacob drops Sebastian home first and then me and Vincent.

I carry my boy in my arms as I walk inside, I close the door and lock it behind us before walking up the stairs into his room. I place him in his bed and tuck him in, making sure he has Marley with him. It's 8pm, I guess it is an early bedtime for him.

I close the curtains and take his shoes off. I then leave the room quietly. He's still in the clothes he's been wearing all day. I won't change him because he wouldn't appreciate that and I don't have permission from him.

Whilst he's asleep I tidy up the house some more, making sure everything is nice and clean. I check the time, 7:30pm. I guess it really was an early night tonight for Vincent, and no arguing was involved in it either. Win-win.

I sigh and go upstairs. As I do, I walk past the guest bedroom. I decide to peek my head inside and I frown a little when I see a blinking red eye come from one of his stuffed animals. Specifically, coming from Marley.

It must be a random light or a reflection or something. I leave quietly. I go to my bedroom and get ready for a good nights rest.

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VINCENT

I wake up the next morning and rub my eyes. I feel groggy and so light, relaxed in a way. Then I remember what happened, right. Little space. Getting familiar and comfortable with it. Oh fuck, I called Zander daddy. Oh fuck.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I pull my duvet over me completely. "I am so stupid."

I grumble.

After a lot of bitching and moping to myself, I drag myself out of bed and get ready for the day. I go downstairs, and see Zander.

"What up, bitch." I say, jokingly of course but my caregiver raises a brow.

"I'm sorry?" He states and I blink at him. I clear my throat awkwardly and make an odd DJ hand movement. "What up, bitch. Watcha watcha wow." I mentally cringe and rethink just about half of my life for a second and Zander blinks at me.

"Right.." Is all he says. I might just die now. I purse my lips. "Morning." I decide to move past everything I said about a minute ago. That was so in the past. Live in the present guys.

"Sure...morning." Zander states and I see him make a slight face. I sigh and feel the disappointment of my own actions fill me. What have I done? This day is certainly going to be interesting.

It's quiet between the two of us for a moment before Zander breaks that sweet, awkward, death sentencing peace. "Have you been missing work, or have you not been asked to go in?"

Oh shit, yeah! I forgot I had a job. How silly. "Hm. Guess they fired me without actually telling me. Poor guy who worked there...What's his features?" I question, forgetting who that guy I met for like a day was. I know I made some sort of joke about him.

"Oh well." I shrug and Zander sighs, but he stands up. A smile makes its way onto his face as he ruffles my tangled hair. "Cute bed head."

I flip him off at his comment and he smirks. "Watch it." He says firmly and grabs two plates. He puts four slices of bread in the toaster and I sit at the table.

"Vincent, I'll be working today, having to go into the place. So you'll be home alone for a bit." Zander informs me, and I nod. "Alright. Cool." I pause. "Cooool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool." I quote Brooklyn-99 and Zander rolls his eyes.

"No doubt, no doubt, no doubt." Zander responds and I feel my heart beat pick up as grin appears on my face.

"Shut the fuck up. YES. Fucking ate. You devoured that shit. Thank you!" I announce, like a proud mother. Or older sister? Oh, well. Someone finally, finally, quoted Brooklyn-99 after me! I've been waiting for this day for years. YEARS.

Zander chuckles and the toaster pops, I look over swiftly as it does. He spreads peanut butter on two pieces of toast and plain butter on the other two.

"Which one do you want?" He asks me and I point at the butter. He nods and cuts it up, puts it on a plate for me and slides it to me.

"Thank you." I take a bite of it.

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Zander left for work two hours ago, I was laying on the sofa, one leg up on the top of the furniture and the other hanging off the edge. Brooklyn-99 was playing and I watching contently.

I stretch and hum along to the song 'We're

d-d-driving in a car! Destination? Drug dealers bar. Pass the mic right over to Charles...we forgot Charles. But we can't turn back 'cause we gon' to farls. We have to turn back though...we-we can't leave him.'

Ugh. I fucking LOVE the nine nine. I click my tongue and sit up. I sigh dramatically again, for no reason, I just felt like it. I sip my Pepsi max that I had on the side and I grab my phone. I see a few messages from an unknown number. Probably a scam.

I look at the text, and see:

"Watch out for the flame, Vince."

I frown and sit up. I look around, what flame? I swallow thickly and block the number. I place my phone down. It's nothing. Probably just a mistake.

Someone accidentally sent me that. I look back at the tv show, but I can't really focus anymore. I feel sick, like my intestines are churning and entwining with each other. It's sickening.

Another text comes through, and glance at my phone. The text says:

"You can't block me, Vinnie."

A minute later, another one comes in. Except it says, 'one picture attachment.'

Out of dumb curiosity, I open it and it's of a basement and a fire. In that orange flame, sits a teddy and a burnt name tag around its foot that says  'Vincent & M-' the rest had been burnt off.

I quickly turn off my phone. What the fuck? Why did I open it? I would definitely be the first to die in a horror movie, because what the fuck? I groan and grab my phone. I block the number again.

I lean back and stare at my phone, which is now just an empty screen.

Who is that person?

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Hey, lovelies.

Absolutely not got a clue as to where I bezzed off too for like months. I deeply apologise, I will try not to run away like that ever again.

LOVE YOU LOTS, MY DARLINGS!!!

Take care of yourselves, drink, eat, sleep. You're worthy ❤️❤️❤️

Wc: 1170

-Catsdobepink