Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Red Bull ❯ Vol. Three Chap Twelve: Losing My Religion ( Chapter 12 )

Losing My Religion

Vince's skin felt so raw. He couldn't scrub Cook off of him. That assault seemed to go on for hours. Cook had his fun with him. Vince didn't know why he didn't stop him. He was a detective after all. He had the connections to stop the game. (Ha! “Game.”) Vince thought he could have stopped it.

Stopped it when Cook kissed him.

Stopped it when Cook took off his pajama bottoms.

Stopped when he kissed on his body.

Stopped it when Cook started to suck him off.

Stopped it when he…

Vince shook his head. No. That's victim-blaming. It wasn't his fault. Not his fault.

He took in a breath.

Now what?

Vince didn't know why he came here. How did he even find this apartment? Maybe this wasn't a good idea…

Vince rang the buzzer. No response. He rang the buzzer again. Still no answer. The detective took a breath. He knocked on the door.

“Hello? Are you there? Nina? Nina?” He backed up when the door opened. Nina looked so tired. Vince blinked.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Are you okay?” the detective asked. She stared at him for a moment. That was a dumb question. He could never figure her out. Why won't she let him in?

Vince pressed his lips together.

“What?” Nina asked. He lifted his chin.

“Can I come in?” he asked. Nina wrinkled her nose.

“Why?” she asked. Vince didn't have an answer. He threw up his hands. She said nothing. Nina backed up from the door. Vince followed behind.

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They sat in the living room in silence. Vince didn't know what to say. Why was it so hard to talk around her? She looked kind of angry right now. The detective couldn't help but wonder. Did I do something stupid?

Nina breathed heavily. Vince threw up his hands.

“I don't know why I'm here,” he admitted. Nina eyed him in a strange way. The detective pressed his lips together as he struggled to say something. Nothing came to mind. Maybe he should go?

No. The man came all this way. Might as well stay a while.

“What do you want from me?” Nina asked. Vince still didn't have an answer. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” she muttered. Vince felt deflated. This shouldn't be so hard. But why? Why did he even care?

He couldn't help but think of her… How he failed her. He saw the same suffering in Nina's eyes. Vince couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't too late to try again. Maybe… Just maybe…

He just needed to get her to open up and trust him.

But The was Just a Dream