I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 14- It's Better This Way

Vincent tilted his head to the side a bit, carefully watching my expression with a small smirk. I feel like he knows how much this hurts, but I try to keep a poker face, obviously failing...

Unsorted thoughts swirled inside my brain, making my head hurt intensely. I soon feel the gun slowly slips from my hands and fall onto the floor with a loud echoing clank, along with my body as well.

I drop to my knees with a thud, holding my face in my palms while I let out a silent sob. The pressure was just too much for me to handle, along with all the pain in my head; I couldn't help but sob dryly while I feel my body trembling uncontrollably.

I felt their eyes on me. I know their expressions. Jeremy looking completely heart broken, Scott squeezing his hand and reassuring him, Vincent having that smirk. A smirk of victory at such a pathetic sight.

While I sat on the floor, it was silent. Besides my slowing sobs, the others were dead quiet.

Until I hear the slow taps of footsteps approaching towards me.

Shoes clicking on the tiled floor, getting louder and louder with each step until they stopped, my senses felt a tall presence stand above my body.

As I remove my hands from my face, I daringly take the risk of looking up to see the older male standing over me. Vincent was looking down into my icy blue eyes with his dull, pale ones, his smirk faded and replaced with a more serious look.

"What's the matter Michael? Having trouble on deciding?" He asked in a hushed voice, his facial expressions softening.

I don't answer him; my shaky hands quickly reach over and struggle to grab the gun back in my clutches, holding it tightly while attempting to point it at him as a warning.

Vincent rolled his eyes and kneels down to my eye level, the gun pointed right between his eyes. He didn't even seem impressed, not in the slightest.

An easy shot.

Just...pull...the trigger...

The order I have myself was clear but my body struggled to obey. My finger looped around the trigger, my eyes clenching shut as I let stray tears fall down my cheek. I turned my head, refusing to look at his cold eyes.

He only sighed, grabbing both my hands and holding them and the gun together. He pushed them down from his face, another hand forcing my gaze back towards him by turning my cheek so I was facing frontwards.

"You know...you don't have to make the choice to kill your friends..." He whispered, his words sounding sincere, but the tone behind them led me to shake even more. He's obviously right, I don't want to kill them, and Jeremy really needs Vincent's help...and I have the choice to do so.

I shake my head slowly, feeling him tighten his hold on my hands.

"...there is a way to not kill them...you know that too, right?" He asked, tilting his head a bit to the side. I trembled, not moving. He looked directly into my eyes, making a shiver crawl down my spine.

"Right?" He repeated, sounding more threatening than the gun in my hands. I nod hesitantly; watching him nod along with me and feeling his thumb rub my knuckle in a reassuring way.

He lets out a husky laugh, my pupils dilating, "Ah, that's good. By the way, do you know how worthless you are, Michael?" He asked, his smirk quickly returned, making me stiffen up in shock.

I wanted so badly to yank my hands away from him, to push my body away, but once again, I couldn't respond. He knows I'm weak, he knows I'm scared. I wanted to move away from him but my body seemed frozen in place.