Funny (Scomiche)

Chapter 13

I was so naïve to think that Scott loved me...

I mean really?

Fucking really???

I had to reassure him that I loved him... What no less than maybe a day ago, and he's pulling this shit?!?!

I hastely tried to unlock the door, tears streaming down my face, unable to get the damn key into the door.

When I finally got the key into the key hole, I unlocked it opening the door with such force that it slammed into the wall behind it.

"Shit!"

Great.

Just fucking peachy.

Now I have to get it fixed.

I slammed the door shut, knocking pictures off the wall onto the floor, the glass shattering everywhere.

"I mean holy shit, could this night get ANY WORSE?!?!?!" I screeched.

I ran up into my bedroom, and cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Until I fell asleep.

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I woke up to someone walking into the bedroom.

Oh.

But of course my night would get worse.

"Mitch-"

"No, fuck you Scott!"

I sat up, got out of bed pushing past him to get down the stairs, and grabbed my keys, right as Scott grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

"Let me explain."

I stared at him waiting.

When he didn't say anything, I reckoned, "You have about 5 minutes."

"1) He kissed me. 2) Why don't you trust me?"

Is this bitch serious???

"You're fucking with me right?"

He shook his head.

"NOT EVEN AN ENTIRE DAY AGO YOU DIDN'T TRUST MY LOVE IN YOU! NOW YOU'RE QUESTIONING ME?!?!"

He flinched at my sudden outburst.

"YOU'RE QUESTIONING ME WHEN YOU'VE LEFT ME BEFORE HOW MANY TIMES??? I HAVE NEVER LEFT YOU, I HAVE NEVER NOT LOVED YOU, BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO NOT TRUST EVEN A LITTLE BIT, YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE LEFT ME COUNTLESS TIMES?!?!?!"

He immediately looked guilty. "I-I I'm sorry... I just... I'm still trying to prove myself, and I just don't know how to read people, so I didn't realize he was into me, but- but I pushed him away as soon as he kissed me. I shut it down, and I'm sorry." He whispered out at lightning speed.

I was conflicted.

I mean I was obviously still hurt over his actions before, and I wasn't sure I trusted him completely.

"I just... I don't want you to rip me up so fats and so far beyond repair that I fall apart... You've done it to me once... and I don't think that I could take it again."

Scott brought me into a hug, and mentioned, "Maybe we should go on a trip... Just us two, so we can become close again, and learn to trust each other. No distractions. No work. Just us."

"I think that's a great idea."