Changes (Scomiche)

18.

A/N: I had to make Scott a bad guy here so I'm sry.

God. No. Please say it's just a dream yesterday. I can't believe it. Scott he hurt me again. The physical pain is much more than the emotional.

I can personally feel my ass tearing apart. But I can't complain to him. Here I am sitting on the bed next to the sleeping Scott with tears threatening to pour.

I swing my legs to the side of the bed and try to stand up and I immediately wince in pain when the pain return. I dragged myself to the bathroom locking it behind me.

Great. Now all I see on the mirror is my neck almost covered fully with lovebites. My hips have the shape of Scott's handprint and its hurting hell badly.

"Mitch! Where the hell are you?!" I rush to the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. I sat down on the floor ignoring the constant banging and shouting from outside of the bathroom.

I rocked myself side to side,closing my eyes remembering the sweet moments I had with Scott. When we -

My daydream was interrupted with the bathroom door being open forcefully by Scott. His face is red from the anger rushing in his veins. I could only shook my head when he came closer to me with a smirk.

I shriek when he pull me up by my arm and carry me over the shoulders. I kicked my legs in the air and punch his shoulders . I think I accidentally punched too hard because the next thing I heard was a groan and Scott threw me on the bed.

"Scott what's wrong with you?!" I ask in a scared time while looking down at my hands. It can't be. I know Scott isn't like this.

"Well maybe because I wanted you damn much. I didn't want to break off our relationship. I didn't want to be friends with you but in a relationship" He said while crawling towards me until I was pressed against the headboard.

"Scott it was for your good. I had to sacrifice Scott " I tried to pull up the covers being that the towel that were wrapped around my waist were being loose.

After waiting for his answer for about 10 seconds and he still didn't answer I decided to try my luck. I kicked him hard in his manhood and scrambled out off bed. He groaned in pain.

I wore the only nearest clothing ,my boxers. I practically ran to the front door to open the door with only a towel wrapped on my chest and a boxer.

Luckily the door was not locked. But I was not too fast. Just as I was about to step out of the house I felt my hair being jerked back and the front door slammed shut. I was thrown to the floor and I whimpered in pain.

Scott was only wearing his boxers and a shirt. How the hell did he wear it so fast.

"You bastard!" He pulled me up by my hair and pinned me against the front door and slapped me across the cheek. The sting came immediately. He continued slapping me until my whole face was red.

Then he carried me to the room and lay me down on the bed.

"I'll hope this will change your mind" Scott said before kissing me roughly.

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"From today onwards I wabt you to call me sir and I want you to fullfill my needs. Do you understand?" Scott said to me once he finished inside me.

"Yes sir." I wrapped myself around the covers.

"Good."

A/N:I'm not writing the 'sir' stuff because idk what it means... So I hope you like this chapter.