Heavy

4

Mitch looked at the team. They were all lounging in the living room, taking turns playing some racing game. He was curled against Dom, watching carefully as they all drank beers. Though it's been a year and hes made varying progress on different things, hes still watchful of how much they drink and how tipsy everyone gets. They dont drink hard, not often anyway. The amount lessened after the first when Mitch was here and he locked himself in his room and didnt come out until morning.

He drank a total of twice since he arrived at 1327. Once was after a vivid episode of memories, where Dom had kissed him with the taste of beer on his tongue. He pushed him off and quickly left, climbing onto the roof with the three beers he snagged. The other was just a hard night, Vince and Brian had gotten into a shouting match earlier in the day and he couldnt shake it. He drank another 3 beers then, still on the roof. He doesnt let them see him at his lowest, he can't have them look at him like hes weak too. He could see himself in their eyes, see his father, drunk of his mind and angry and looking to hit something, hit someone.

"You ok?" Brian asked softly, passing the controller off to Roman.

"I'm ok."

"Beer?" Dom offered, holding his to him.

"No, thanks," he muttered before standing. "Imma head to bed, tired." It was only 8, they knew what would happen. This was confirmed when he grabbed three beers and a pack of Brian's cigarettes from on top of the fridge. They dont say anything.

"Love you," Dom called after him.

"Love you too," he called back before walking up the stairs. The older shakes his head, downs the last of his beer in one go.

"You alright?" Letty asked, passing over a fresh beer.

"No. I want to-" he sighed angrily. "I want to kill them, but I cant sit behind bars while all this shit is going on with him"

"Who said they'd find evidence," Brian spoke, teeth gritting. Dom looked over the group. Their game was paused, they were all looking at the alpha for the order.

"Tomorrow. Jesse, Mia, take Mitch out. Do what ever he wants, keep him away from the race track."

"Got it," the two nod.

"The rest of us, wrenches, bats, anything blunt that cant be tracked back to us. Vince, Brian, Roman, get them to the track."

"Yeah, sure."

"Be careful. Mitch said that Parrish is a hellhound, Scott is a true alpha, and Derek is a born wolf," Roman reminds. They nod at the information.

"Yeah. I'm gonna head to bed," Dom smiled. He kissed Mia's cheek as he passed her. "Night. Love y'all."

"Love you too," they reply to him.

He waved and heads to his and Mitch's room. He changes into sweats and a tank top and reads a car magazine while he waits for Mitch to come back inside. He does nearly 11. He takes a short shower and brushes his teeth before curling next to Dom.

The older wraps him in his arms, kisses his hair, and goes back to his magazine. "Will you tell me what he did?"

"Derek?"

"Yeah. All of them," he puts the magazine away, looks at Mitch.

He goes quiet for a moment and Dom is sure hes going to refuse. He spoke softly, "he liked beer too. Drank a shit ton. Hed get drunk, and he was stronger, bigger than I am. He would... he would hold me down by my hips, some times my wrists. Hed use me, which ever way be please. Go to his room, pass out. Repeat."

"Shit, Mitch."

"A-at first, he was sweet. Hed let me stay over when Dad was in a mood. An- and when I went to the police, Parrish told me that... I couldn't have been raped, hes my boyfriend." Dom growled a little, tightened his grip.

"So, when I kissed you after my beer, you thought I was him?"

"Yeah. But, i know your different. Your not him, and slowly, I've been able kiss you while you had beers."

"Scott?"

"He hit me, forced me to take the bite."

"Who else?"

"Everyone ignored it, ignored the bruises or took my answer of clumsiness. And dad. He drank too, hit me a lot."

"God, mitch," he held him as close as he could. Mitch gripped his shirt, buried his head in the others neck.

He gives a quiet, "that's not all." Dom rubbed his arm, kissed his hair again.

"When ever your ready."

He nuzzled closer, hides his face completely. "He tried to force me to mate him." Dom nearly broke. This fragile boy, hidden in his arms, who's his entire world, who makes him so happy. Who he going to ask to mate.

"Oh, baby," he hummed. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he muttered.

"You harmin' yourself?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah. I put out my cigarettes on my arm," he showed the pale skin. Dom raised his arm, kissed his skin softly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Dont be sorry. It's not your fault."

"I love you."

"I love you," he leaned up, pecked him softly. He yawned softly, nuzzling back into him.

"Tired?" He got a soft hum. "Get some sleep, baby." He turned off the lamp beside him, settled fully onto the bed with Mitch on his chest. He hummed softly, the song he always did. Mitch smiled softly and relaxed against him. Dom smiled gently at that, placing a hand on the one resting on his chest.

His anger hardens. He nearly killed the man who hurt his father, but this is on a whole new level. It went on for who knows how long, it broke his lover so much.

And he'll break them back.