Staying Human

Chapter 23: Truth

Chapter 23: Truth

"So did you really leave Brett bleeding to get caught?" Mitch asked. He was so bored of sitting in silence, and he figured Scott owed him some answers anyway. Scott really wanted to tell Mitch everything, he deserved to know what happened since he was now a part of all of this.

"Yes I did, but the whole situation was his fault. He was an idiot and didn't want to listen to me, so he got himself shot. I was going to help him but when I heard the sirens...I don't know I got pissed and thought he deserved to be caught." Scott explained. He kind of expected Mitch to be upset with him but instead Mitch laughed.

"That's kind of funny actually. I probably would have done the same thing to the bastard." Scott chuckled and leaned against the wall. "So Brett wants you to help him take down his old parnter right?" Mitch asked looking up from his fingers that he was fiddling with. Scott turned to face the brunette and nodded, surprised that he knew.

"Yeah, did he tell you?" He asked.

"Yeah he did the whole monologue thing that all bad guys do, pretty much told us everything." Mitch replied. Scott chuckled and shook his head.

"I was surprised to find out that he and Kevin were business partners, but I guess maybe I shouldn't be that surprised. Kevin knows a lot of shitty people...." Scott reasoned but stopped when he saw Mitch's shocked look.

"His partner was Kevin?? He didn't say who it was...that's crazy!" Mitch remarked.

"Yeah I did some research while I was looking for you, Brett kind of leaves a trail wherever he goes so it wasn't hard to figure out he and Kevin were best buds." Scott shrugged and grabbed a hold of Mitch's hands. "Mitch...." He said softly, fiddling with the boy's fingers nervously.

"What is it Scott?" Mitch wasn't sure what he was going to say and it was making him nervous.

"I need to tell you what's been going on....the truth about everything." Mitch scooted closer to him and looked into his sad blue eyes, nodding to him to continue. He was preparing himself to hear some pretty awful stuff, but he wanted Scott to get it all out. Scott took a deep breath, suddenly unable to speak. "These nightmares have been about....things I've done. I'm reliving certain memories...memories I have pushed from my mind for so long and I-I don't know how to deal with them." He started to explain.

"Like what kind of memories?" Mitch asked trying to get Scott to continue.

"Memories of some of the people I've killed mostly....but one memory in particular....when I killed my father keeps pushing through. I haven't thought about that night in a long time and now I can't stop thinking about it..." Mitch could see tears slowly forming in Scott's eyes and he felt his heart starting to break. He looked down and turned Scott's hands over. He had noticed when they first met a pretty big scar on the palm of Scott's hand but never asked him how he got it. He ran his finger gently over the smooth skin.

"I never asked you how you got this scar..." He remarked looking back up at Scott. Scott smiled slightly but there was still pain in his eyes.

"You can tell me about it...if you want...you don't have to though..."

"No....I want to." Scott answered and cleared his throat preparing himself for the long story. "I was twenty when it happened. My mom told me to wash my hands before dinner because if my dad thought they were dirty he would get pissed...of course even if they weren't dirty he'd still be pissed." Scott sighed and shook his head as the painful memory went through his mind again. "He always got rough with her and I hated him for it. I wanted to hurt him for treating her that way, but I never had the guts to defend her. I was scared of him, if he was still alive I'd probably still be scared of the dick...." Scott rubbed his thumbs over Mitch's soft fingers trying to collect his thoughts as Mitch waited patiently for him to continue. " I messed up and knocked over his whiskey glass....and he hit me. I fell on a big piece of the glass."