Scömíche One Shots

Always

"Mitch! Get your ass in here!" I inhaled sharply. This can't be happening again. Not again.

"Oh, for fucks sake." I dropped the shirt I was folding and walked slowly down the steps, "What do you want? I was kind of doing something."

I was surprised by being slammed against the wall, Scott's mouth assaulting my neck. "Scott, stop." I whimpered out. Not again.

"This'll be over before you know it, Mitchie. Don't worry." He moved his lips to my collarbones. I closed my eyes, waiting for everything to happen.

"Scott. Please. Stop it." My voice came out sounding choked.

"It's okay, Mitch. Over before you know it." His hands slipped under my shirt. I felt like I was going to throw up. Over before I know it. It's okay, Mitch. Just let him get off, you'll be fine.

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I hugged my knees to my chest, shifting further away from the sleeping man beside me. "It's okay, Mitch. It's okay." I mumbled to myself.

Scott shifted, making me have a mini heart attack. I need to go. I need out. I don't need him.

I stood slowly and padded to the closet, grabbing the first bag I saw. I began throwing random clothes in the bag when I heard groaning. "Mitch..." The air got caught in my throat. No. Go, Mitchell.

I grabbed my phone and scurried to the kitchen, stopping short of the door. "Note. I should leave a note." I turned around to an angry looking Scott.

"Where. The hell. Are you going." He questioned, though it sounded like a statement.

"U-uh... Kirstie's house." I said quietly. He shoved me against the wall again, causing me to whimper.

"At three AM? Right. That makes sense." The contact didn't feel the same. It wasn't sweet and gentle like how he was before, this was rough and forced. Everything was forced.

"I just need to go somewhere. To clear my head." I whispered. He let me go, and I fell to the ground.

"Fine. Go. Be back by tomorrow." He turned on his heels, walking away. I took in a shaky breath as I attempted to stand.

You're okay, Mitch. Everything is fine. Everything is always fine. Always.

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This made me really emotional oh my god.

I just made myself cry. That was painful to write. I can't imagine how hard it is for people who go into detail.

Love y'all. Stay fcute.