Vincent threw his hat in his bed and sighed. Mike was thinking about something.
"What am I going to do?" Vincent said. He was very stressed and his heart was heavy for Violet. "She hasn't showed up for work and she might get fired! What do I do?"
"Well, if we tell Boss what happened to her, he'll excuse her. So we first have to know what happened," Mike said. His arms were still crossed. Vincent sat on his bed.
"Will he really? He might cut off her paycheck. That house isn't what you think," Vincent said. He ruffled his hair. "That neighborhood might be bad."
"Well then let's go see her house. She might be there. We'll leave Jenny and Jeremy in charge of the house," Mike said. He fixed his red beanie.
"Okay. Then let's do that," Vincent said with doubt. Vincent grabbed his hat, put it on, and walked downstairs with Mike.
"We'll be back," Vincent said while going outside behind Mike. Vincent straightened his hat and ponytail. He made sure no hair gotten in his face.
"What was it like in her house?" Mike asked.
"Well, they're were a lot of dents in there. Probably by that guy that gave me that bloody mouth," Vincent said. Mike looked at Vincent while walking backwards.
"How come you didn't grab a knife? Ya know, like you do with me?" Mike asked.
"I didn't know that a guy that strong would be there. I only thought it was like some wild animals that I was able to scare away easily," Vincent said. Mike gotten a little on his nerves.
"Okay," Mike said while getting in Vincent's car. Vincent gotten into the driver's seat.
I hope she's okay..

-- Violet's POV --

Violet sat in a corner of her room. Her mind was snapped, she had nowhere to go. The bedroom door was locked and she was locked inside it. Her crazy ex boyfriend locked her in there. Her hair was a little messed up.
"Someone will get me right? It's not like Vincent would wait this long. I mean, he'll come over here. Right?" Violet asked. She was talking to one of Tiffany's old teddy bears. It's ear was torn and so as its right arm. She threw it across the room in anger.
"No one is here!" Violet yelled. She bundled herself closer to the corner and held her head. She was going mad. She needed to get out of there quick. Her rent is outdated and she'll be kicked out soon.
Violet rocked back and forth quietly. Her eyes started watering. She felt hunger pains in her stomach. Bruises were all over her. Her crazy ex boyfriend had beat her up when he locked her in. He even had a knife in his hand. He almost slit Violet's neck but cut her hand instead. The cut on her hand hasn't healed yet.
"I need help," Violet said quietly. She was only talking to herself now. She had no one to help her. She felt like she was going to die in there.
Is someone going to find me? Will there be someone at my door? Will they help me? I need help and quick.. Help..