Scömíche One Shots

Always (Part 2)

"Mitch, that was non-consensual sex. That's rape. He raped you." Kirstie said as she paced in front of me. I had shown up last night, and instead of questioning she let me in.

"It's nothing new, Kirst. I just needed to get away from him." She stopped pacing and stared at me with a blank expression, "What?"

"Nothing new? He's done this before?! I swear to God I'm going to strangle that fucker the next time I see him!" I stood quickly and ran to her. She was fuming.

"Kirstie. It's fine. It's always fine." Always fine.

"That's not my definition of 'fine', Mitch. That's rape. R-A-P-E. It's illegal. And I'm reporting him." My eyes widened as she walked towards the phone.

"Kirstie! No!" She turned to me with a confused look plastered on her face, "Please. Just don't."

"Why, Mitch? Why? Why do you want him so much. He's hurting you." My legs started shaking, tears threatening to fall.

"I don't want him. I need him. Please." I said in a shaky voice. She shook her head and sat down.

"What do you want to do then." I inhaled, getting ready to answer before she talked again, "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, I suppose. What?" She took a deep breath, her hands wringing themselves mercilessly in her lap.

"When was the last time you gave him your consent? You were willing to do something with him?" I closed my eyes. I honestly couldn't remember.

"I don't remember." I said quietly, tears falling freely from my eyes. She constricted her arms around me.

"Mitch, please let me help." I nodded, "What?"

"Report him. And then take me to the apartment." She smiled and nodded.

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"Mitch! You're- Kirstie?" Scott questioned when he opened the door. I held my breath, waiting for Kirstie to explode.

"Just let us in. I'm mad at you, actually pissed off." His eyebrows furrowed. (Insert "What eyebrows" comment)

"Uh, kay. What did I-" Kirstie slapped him. She slapped Scott.

"You know what you did! It's called rape, Scott! You raped Mitch! I already reported you, so good luck with that. I'm going to tell you about this thing called consent. It's when both partners are willing to do something, like sex in this matter." Scott put his hands up and shook his head.

"B-But.. he let m-" Kirstie cut him off again.

"Allowing and consent are different things. He let you cause he wanted it over with. I'm done with you. Good luck with the authorities." Kirstie left the apartment, leaving me and Scott alone.

"Did you... tell her to do that? I didn't... you could've told me to-"

"Stop? I told you to stop. But did you? No. You said it would be over before I knew it, and that's not how its supposed to be." I walked to my room and started gathering clothing and other items.

"Mitch, I-" I jerked around and saw the fear. I'm scaring him. Good he deserves it. No... he doesn't... If you love him you'll stay.

"God, I'm sorry. I love you. I'll stay."

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I need to stop doing this to myself. And maybe you.

I kind of wanna make this an actual thing, should I? Let me know.

Kay, love y'all.