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You Hurt Me

Scott's POV

My relationship with Mitch had always been a happy one. We spent nearly every waking moment together, and we never got tired of each other. That man never failed to surprise me, and it drove me crazy. He was indescribably gorgeous, and I considered myself the luckiest man in the world. I proudly held his hand out in public and always did whatever I had to do to ensure that he knew how much I loved him. Sure, he was difficult at times, but it was worth it to see that angelic smile directed at me every damn morning. The best word to describe him was simply.. flawless. He had a beautiful body, a unique sense of humor, and a love for alcohol. That man was everything I could ever want, and I knew that I would do anything to make him happy.

But everyone has imperfections, and it had never ever crossed my mind to think that Mitch would ever intentionally hurt me. I hadn't thought about it for even a second, simply because I never doubted him.

Mitch was my best friend, my boyfriend, my soulmate, and I trusted him. But... he cheated on me. I had put every ounce of trust and love that I had within me and given it to him, and he threw it away as if it were meaningless to him. I was willing to walk through fire for him, and it hurt me to know that he didn't feel the same way. 

He cheated on me. The man that I had considered an angel who could do no wrong, who I loved with all my heart, who I thought would always be faithful; that man did the unspeakable. 

I thought he loved me. Countless times, he had reassured me that I was the only one in his life, and I believed him. I stupidly believed him. I had been wary about trusting him with my heart, but eventually my fear went away. I had been so sure about our love. 

I had confided in Mitch about my past and he knew about all the terrible things that the others did to me and promised he wouldn't be like them. He swore on both his life and mine. But he did cheat and I caught him, just like I did with the rest of those douchebags who cheated on me. My heart, so fragile already, had completely broken when I saw the love of my life cheating on me before my very eyes. 

 I was gone out of town to attend my sister's fiancé's bachelor party for only three days.....THREE. DAYS. I remembered the day clearly. Hell, who wouldn't remember the sight of their significant other in bed with someone else. The image was burned into my mind and it brought tears to my eyes to even think about it.

When I got back, I found my BOYFRIEND with someone that was NOT me in OUR bedroom. I got so angry that I grabbed the guy and all of his clothes and shoved him out onto the front porch completely naked. I didn't care, I was too upset to care. After I shut the door I slid down with my back against the door and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. 

After a few moments of breathing steadily, I finally pulled myself together without letting the tears flow. I got up and slowly walked back into our bedroom, and I almost threw up at the memory of the other guy and my boyfriend. Mitch was gathering the remaining clothes that was scattered around the room. When he saw me, he threw down the clothes and hurried towards me.

"Scott! Scott, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He doesn't mean anything to me. Please believe me- I'm drunk," Mitch said, and I could tell that he was lying because of the clearness in his eyes and his unwavering stance. 

With every step he took closer to me, I took a step away. I had my arms wrapped around my body as some sort of shield to keep myself from "falling apart". I tried to say something but instead shook my head and walked out of the room. I heard him call after me, but tuned him out. I went into the spare room, which was originally my room but then we decided to use Mitch's room as the main room. I had most of my clothes in my room but the stuff I liked to wear or what Mitch "steals" was in... his room.