JereMike: Puppet

_Jeremy's POV_

Wait, he came..for me? What? Why? What does he want..

"Why..?" I pulled away slightly, just enough to look at him with my teary eyes. I'm really not that confused but..just why..

"I..want to apologise.."

"..."

"I wanted to apologise for being an ass. I'm sorry for everything I did. I should've been more nicer to you, I didn't know. I'm sorry for not believing you, I should've now that..I've seen your scars. I now felt sorry from what you've been through. I'm terribly sorry Jeremy.."

"I-it's alright Mike..I forgive you.."

"Wait, what? Really?"

I nodded. He just suddenly hugged me once again. My heart clenches just so suddenly. I felt warm and..feeling something in my heart again. I mentally shook my head. I need to trust my brain more than my heart, I need to know before..loving..someone again.

He got up and helped me up. I just wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my sweater when I heard someone clear they throat behind me. Oh yeah..Vincent.

"Don't just forget about me. Anyways, would you two like a cup of coffee?" I just look at Mike then nodded.

"Yes please."

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_Mike's POV_

After what happened and a cup of coffee with Jeremy and Vincent, I drove back home. It feels like Jardmy's hiding something from me that he probably just told Vincent. But what? What is it?! I feel like..he rather be with that murderer. I grunted then stopped, parking to the side before walking in my house.

I saw Doll's already dressed up and eating so I just gave her a kiss before heading to my room. Tch, she didn't even bothered asking. I guess I really do no longer have feeling for her, probably the same as her. What a bitch.

Laying down on my bed, I loosen my tie and just toss it on the side, not caring at all anymore. Why..? Just why? Jeremy can't really trust me, can't he?

_Vincent's POV_

Poor child. After Mike left the house, Jeremy decided to tell me everything what happened. Some just parts of it due to lack of remebrance. He cried as he did, me comforting him as best as I could with hugs and pats on the head and back, whispering sweet nothing on him. He calmed down, which was good. Just seeing him cry makes my heart clench. Poor boy.

"I-i actually just escaped..no one saved me..a-as far as I can remeber, I walked by foot to home..I don't know but if there is someone who saved me then..I-I don't remember.." Jeremy stuttered as I stroke his shoulder, him leaning against me slightly.

"I think I might know who." I smiled down at him and let out a sigh. "It started when I was a kid.."

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Flashback

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I sat down on the cold cemented floor, leaning against the wall. I stared blankly on the light through the bars from where I sat. My wrists and ankles all tied up. I never know why I'm here, nor why my parents abandoned me. They left me in this..building, filled with greedy bastard who's into too much lust that they would fuck a child sensesly.

What assholes they are..

My head slowly glanced at the man dragging up a boy, probably three years younger than me, who was begging and crying loudly for him to stop gripping his hair. He throw the small kid in the cell from where I am. He keeps on crying, looking around as he cried for his father.