(I am such an awful person for being MIA for so long. I had a dance competition last week and I was stressed about that and for the past few days I've been catching up on sleep so I thoroughly apologize. I hope you all still love me ;)
IMPORTANT! THERE WILL BE ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP MATERIAL IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF YOU WANT A SUMMARY SO YOU STAY CAUGHT UP, MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT.
I felt his hand roughly gripping my arm. "Scott, I am going to ask you this one more time. Where did you go without me?"
"It's none of your business. I am a grown adult and I do not NEED your permission to go out. Now, let go."
"Oh that's cute, you think you can stand up for yourself. You're a funny one Scotty." I flinched as his fist connected with my face, immediately causing throbbing around my eye.
"Stop it, Devin. Sto-OOP!" I screamed as he kicked my privates as hard as he could, bringing me to my knees and tears to my eyes. I sat there, trying to control my breathing as I witnessed the bastard pacing in front of me.
"Get up. I need to fųck something. And what do you know? You're right here. Get up, you little bįtch." He dragged me by my hair, ripping out a small clump out of my head. I felt my panic rising as he effortlessly threw me onto the bed and ripped my t-shirt off.
"W-why?" I hiccupped in between my sobs, my hysteria about to explode.
"Because you never meant anything, you filthy little whøre. Your body was a nice fųck and I figured keeping you around couldn't hurt." He was the only family I had left. No, no please.
As I felt him ripping and pounding into my bruised body without mercy, I looked down at the ring on my left hand with tear-filled eyes, and gave up.
"SCOTT! SCOTT, SNAP OUT OF IT!" I felt a smooth hand shaking my shoulders and the other running through my hair. I peered through my watery eyes to see Mitch above me, a look of obvious concern gracing his features. Fųck, I must have had an attack.
"I'm okay. I'm fine. I promise." I sat up on my cloudy bed and it finally clicked that this moody, but still beautiful, man was straddling me. I blushed.
"You started screaming and not breathing. I don't think you're okay." Mitch actually looked like he cared. When did that transition occur?
"I just get flashbacks that lead to panic attacks. I'm fine," I assured him, trying to keep my past private.
"He made you do it, didn't he?" He touched my arm lightly.
Shįt. He knows. "Do what?" I tried to throw a confused look on my face, but he saw right through it.
"We get a copy of our new partners' files. I know you killed yourself, Scott." I shook my head, knowing how bad it was in Heaven's eyes.
"No, no, no! Please don't tell anyone, PLEASE! I didn't want to, my body just took over. It was done with the beatings. Please, don't reject me!" Somewhere in the middle of my plea, I had started hyperventilating and crying, causing a streak of hives to run across my cheeks.
"Hey, hey! Calm down! It's okay. I won't spread it around. It's okay." He ran his hand through my hair again, the gesture causing my breathing to even out. Our bright eyes met and I started to get lost in his, the gently swirling light calming my mind.
Then suddenly, he tugged away and paced out of my room, cursing to himself. What just happened?
(So I promise, I will update another chapter of this tonight, maybe more. I promise!)
Love you guys and stay sassy :*
~ Courtney
