If I Didn't

7 -Mitch

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As soon as I stepped foot through the apartment door, I was being picked up by my legs and carried to the couch by a crazy man. I screamed at first, but then I stopped. His arms felt strong, and I realized that, maybe I could go off with a beautiful stranger.

And then I realize that my captor was only Scott.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The look on his face confused me at first, but then it only angered me. He's been missing for almost a day from my life, and he expects me to be at home waiting for him? I'd be a sitting duck. And a fool.

"That isn't important," I said quietly, trying to leave the conversation before I blew up. I got off the couch and turned for my bedroom, but was stopped by Scott's hand grabbing my wrist with his firm grip. I wouldn't be able to shake from it even if I did work out.

"Yeah it is! I got here at lunch with food and stuff. And you weren't here. Do you know how many hours I spent pacing the floor, waiting?" He clutched and unclenched his hand, making me wince. A feeling mixed with anger and shock formed in my chest, and I straightened my back before answering with the most personal thing I could muster in the moment.

"So you're allowed to bang Alex and stay out all night anytime you want without telling me, but I can't go out and do stuff on my own? Ow! You're hurting me." I pulled my wrist, causing him to pinch in further. I bit my lip.

"Bullshit! You were gone without a trace. And don't pull me into this." I scowled at him, leaning as far away as I could from him.

"Let go, you ass!" I yelled, sinking my fingernails into his wrist with my free hand. He pulled back, freeing me. I rubbed where his skin clasped around mine. He looked a little stunned, and then his expression softened. "I..." He started, but I interjected.

"I can't fucking believe that my own best friend would use his own obvious strength against me," I said, fighting back a single tear. Crying would make me look and feel weaker than I already portrayed. His eyes shone with hurt.

"I...I'm sorry...What's going on between us?" He asked, sitting down on the couch. It was hard to have sympathy for him at this point, I just needed to get away. I had to be done with him. "I don't understand..."

"I don't know. Go cry to your boyfriend about it, since you obviously trade all your time for him. I don't care what you do. Just..." I sighed, bringing my fingers to massage my temple. "Figure yourself out." I slammed the door to my bedroom as hard as I could, and I locked myself in. Wyatt jumped six feet high off the bed when the door slammed, and he let out a small mew. I slid down to the floor by my bed, attempting to calm myself down. I could still feel his fingers wrapped like jaws around my small wrist. The tears started to flow, and I did nothing to stop them. Better out than in.

And most of all, I'm mad at myself. Because, there's nothing Scott can do that will make me forget him. I'm wrapped around his finger. There's nothing that he could say that would make him want me.

And yet, I fall more in love with the thing I can't have every single day it denies me. Maybe if I hadn't fallen in love, I wouldn't be doing this to myself.

...Who am I kidding?

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