Cabin Fever (Scömìche)

Chapter 11 - Alternate Ending (Sad)

//Hey guys so here is the alternate sad ending. I'm pretty proud of this one. I think I almost cried while writing it. I hope you enjoy this one!//

*7 years later*

"Hey Scotland, I'm going out with Travis in like ten minutes. Will you be good here tonight?" Mitch said through my closed bedroom door.

At first it hurt. Finding out that he was starting to see another guy. I mean granted it's been over 6 years since we broke up, but it hurt to know he moved on.

He's been on dates before but they've never lasted. I made sure of that by being extra flirty with him when they came around. Travis was different. He made him happy. I decided that I couldn't be that selfish anymore.

Mitch deserved the world and if Travis could give it to him, then that's how it was meant to be.

"Yeah I'll be good. Have fun." I said back to him.

"Okay I'll be back. Probably." he laughed.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying not to think about what he was implying. I used to cry when he left, but I think I ran out of tears.

I heard the front door close after a while and that's when I knew I could start my routine.

I walked out of my bedroom door for the first time in at least two days. I got in the shower and went to my spot on the couch.

I turned on the TV and watched two episodes of spongebob, the same two that I always watched. I had them practically memorized. They were Mitch's favorite ones.

After that I got out the wine and began to drink my sorrows away. once I was substantially drunk enough, I let the tears fall.

*Mention of Smut but not in detail*

I let my hand travel down my chest to my boxers.

I haven't had sex since the night that we broke up, six years ago. It was Mitch's birthday after he had just turned 16. School had just started again and as a treat, my mom let me throw him a birthday party at our cabin. I miss that cabin.

She went and stayed at a hotel that night. There was lots of alcohol and we were both intensely drunk along with all of our other classmates. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. I kissed Mitch. He pulled me up to my bedroom.

When we woke up the next morning, he was crying in my bed next to me. I tried to comfort him and tell him how much fun last night was. He pulled away and he got angry. He started yelling at me and then he just ended it.

Right there where we had made love the previous night is where it all ended. In my bed, in that lonely cabin, that's where we began and where we ended.

I hit my climax, successfully moaning Mitch's name just like always, pretending it was him I was with, and not my hand.

I cleaned up and got myself a bowl of ice cream. Then I passed out on the couch, prepared for when I wake up in the morning to a cup of cold coffee Mitch had left for me as well as a kind note that he was fucking Travis again. Well at least that's what I've translated it to.

This was always how my nights alone went.

1: Wait for Mitch to leave.

2: Take a shower.

3: Watch spongebob.

4: Get drunk and cry.

5: Masturbate to the thought of my best friend Mitch.

6: Eat my feelings.

7: Pass out on the couch.

This night was different though. I was awaken by very loud sounds.