Spitfire

A Rescue.

Hopefully the wait was worth it :(... I'm trying guys, I'm trying but.... ugh!!  I'm busy lol

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4 hours Later...

Scott drained an icy cold wet Washcloth in the sink,

Beau's Bathroom was a mess and looked to be not lived in for months.

Spitfire moaned as Scott placed the cold cloth on his forehead,

He's been living inside of one of his dark dreams forever now,

living the day his mouth of sewn shut, and he was beaten till unconsciousness by his father, Scott might have come in the nick of time before Spitfire finished slipping away...

"Honey, wake up?" Scott asks, his voice a whisper,

dampening Spitfires Black hair.

Spitfires Long eyelashes were closed,

he'd cry and jump from the nightmares he was having inside of his head, His body ached, craving the Methylparaben inside each Advill capsule.

Scott spoke again, gently, he grabbed Spitfire's hands, "Come on... please," He says, his head drops a bit, feeling defeated, "Wake up... for me because I need you."

Spitfire was sleeping soundly, and though Scott knew he was only sleeping, he'd place his hand on Spitfire's Chest to feel his rhythm,

"I'm getting you out of here," He reveals to pale Spitfire.

Scott placed one of his arms under Spitfires head, and one under Spitfires rear, hoisting him up in his arms, a crocheted Blanket wrapped around him, Scott sprang to the front door... Again ... this felt like Deja vu to Scott packing his Best friend away who was terribly sick, he was only small, and Scott Trotted to his truck with Spitfire in his arms setting him gently in the passenger seat... "Rest, babe..." Scott says softly, closing the door behind him, which woke Spitfire up, his head lifts with the sound of the door slamming shut.

Scott hurried around the front of his truck, opening the driver seat door, getting in, his Lavender truck had a lift kit on, so it took a bit to actually get in... "Spitfire?" Scott asks, feeling Spitfire's cheek for fever, which he didn't have one, he was only ill from being isolated for so long.

Spitfire peered around, panicked from his reflection,

his eyes looking to Scott like he was a stranger... "Spitfire... come around babe... I'm taking you home with me, you need medicine, your Ill."

Spitfire didn't answer but looked to Scott like he was asking for help,

pale pink scars still visible above his lips,

Scott stepped on the gas pedal, leaving black marks behind on the pavement.

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Buddy's P.O.V

At His Mansion, June 27th.

It was summer.... and Buddy sat on the porch swing outside... tomorrow is June 28th, Spitfire's seventeenth birthday, and he hasn't received a call in months from his nephew, he thought to himself... "Is Spitfire ok?" as he listened to the birds' chirp.

Buddy anxiously has tried to call and text, nearly every day but not getting a response was horrifying.

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Scotts House...

Scott parked in his driveway, the dangling sound from his keys woke Spitfire up and his eyelashes flutter.

"You wait here... I'm going to help you get inside, ok?" Scott says calmly, looking at Spitfire who was very frail, "Babe?" Scott says, his voice whispering as he leans over closer to Spitfire,

Spitfires feverish eyes met Scott's eyes, "You're going to be ok... do you know that?"

Spitfire nods, with no answer, his lips dehydrated along with his eyes very unwell, Scott Frowns, and he slides out of the driver seat his feet on the pavement, he closed the door gently walking around to the other side opening the door to the passenger side, Scott helped support Spitfire till his bare feet met with the pavement, "Can you walk hun?"He asks, politely helping to balance weak Spitfire, so he doesn't fall over.

"I-i... I think I can," Spitfire says, his voice pausing between words.

Scott nods as he hurries to the front door unlocking it,

he runs back to Spitfire's side, wrapping his arm around Spitfire's small waist, and they start walking.

Spitfire glimpsed around, stuff was starting to come back through memories, this place, that tree, this house... Spitfire waited till Scott opened the door and they got inside before tears started to fall, Scott didn't understand, did he do something wrong? or was Spitfire just sensitive? he sat Spitfire down, on that same old couch that rotted from the sun shining through the window, he spoke... "Spitfire... don't cry," he says, his voice sympathetic as he cupped Spitfire's small hands inside his.

" Scotty... I missed you, where have you been?" Spitfire asks,

his voice cracks as tears got in the way of words.

"I got married... and I moved... and, well, I missed you," Scott answers the question.

"Married?" Spitfire sniffles.

"Yep, I married Dolly... it was a mistake, and... well, we separated." Scott frowns, "I was looking for you... I was worried sick when you didn't call me... and after three months of no response, I decided to just come to visit, and thank god I did, do you need anything?" he asks, looking to Spitfire who was leaned against the couch resting.

"Married." Spitfire smiles, "I wish I could have come, but Beau... well," He frowns, "What happened to Dolly?"

"It was a rushed marriage, and... a mistake for the fact, we just didn't get along after we married and separated soon after.... she's still living around here, just not with me anymore," Scott adds, Watching Spitfire listen "and you?" he asks.

"Me and Beau?" Spitfire smirks, "We wanted to... and planned to, but." He frowns, "He disappeared, I'm not sure what happened to him, I was so scared, and alone... I waited for days but... nothing."

Scott listened, "did you just wake up and he was gone?" he asks.

"No.... he was....." Spitfire went to say but stopped, "he was going to deliver some stuff to a friend, and never returned to me?.... I hope he's ok."

Scott listened carefully,

there have been serious rumors about a person delivering drugs to locals, was that person Beau?.... Scott turns to look at Spitfire, he was skinny, his shoulder bones and collar bone very visible, Scott couldn't understand why he was dropping the weight, until a light bulb came on in Scott's mind, Was Spitfire on Drugs?

Spitfire closed his eyes, Scott's house was warm and comfortable his couch was worn but soft, Scott was in deep thought as he relaxed next to his best friend seeing that Spitfire was going to sleep, the last time he saw Spitfire he looked healthy, now he looks like he's met darkness.