The Other Side

Chapter 9: Mitch

     Mitchell followed behind the blonde that had held a gun to his head. There was so much he wanted to say and ask but he didn't dare say anything. His sobs had turned into silent tears. Why didn't he just kill me? The small boy questioned himself. 

     They arrived back at the Patron headquarters and Scott pulled Mitchell in front of him. The hinges squeaked as the door opened. The dominant blonde pushed the smaller forward. Mitchell tried to appear strong but he was anything but just that. The low voiced boy continued to push Mitchell down a hall that he hadn't been down before. Until they came to an abrupt stop at a dark grey door. Scott opened the door with a little too much force, making Mitchell wince in fear. The tall boy rolled his eyes and stepped into the house, pulling the small tenor in with him. "This is where you are going to be staying. This is now your home." The Patron  said, not making eye contact with Mitchell. He walked up the stairs and closed the door to his bedroom. Home. The word replayed over in the brunette's head. This place wasn't home. It will never be home. Home is his bottom bunk and his obnoxious roommate. Not this place. He wanted to be home.

     The boy didn't want to be snoopy, so he turned left and sat on the couch in (where he assumed was) the living room. Thoughts started to overpower Mitchell's mind. Will I ever be home again?  Is he going to kill me? Who is he? I don't know anything about this guy, I am in his house! 

     The blonde came down the stairs slowly. His eyes were red. He had been crying. Why the heck was he crying he held the gun! Mitchell looked back down at his hands placed in his lap. "Alright, grey pants. If you are going to fit in here we have got to make you look the part." The tall warrior said returning to his cocky self again.

     "It's Mitchell." He grumbled so the blonde couldn't hear. But he heard.

     The patron got really close to Mitchell's ear, the same cloud in his eyes as before. He whispered "I told you to never talk to me like that again. Remember what position you are in grey pants." The blonde stood up and pushed the other back down on the couch with a lot of unnecessary force. "Next time, I am going to just let you wander outside. Or mabey I will take you to one of my buddies, I'm sure they will be nice to you." The blonde said in a warning voice. Mitchell had started to cry again. 

     "N-no. Sorry." Mitchell realized that he sounded weak so he changed his tone and wiped away his tears. "What were you saying before, blue eyes?" Mitch had to admit, the boys eyes made him feel lost at sea. They were as deep as the ocean. Scott shot him a surprised look from the sudden burst of confidence but decided to let it slip. 

     "People here call me Hoy. And as I was saying before, we are going to change your look. Come upstairs to the bathroom." The boy hesitated for a moment but decided that it was not the best idea to argue. He believed Hoy's threats and didn't want any of that to happen. So he stood and marched up the stairs. He found the bathroom and sat on the counter, waiting for Hoy to come as well. "First, we are going to cut your hair. I'm thinking we shave half of your head." Hoy then started to part it off to the right but the small boy jerked away.

     "Don't touch me. I don't want to cut my hair, I want to go home. Can I go home, please." 

     "No. Come here and suck it up, kid." Mitchell did as was told but not without struggle first. The blonde let the other part his own hair. The brunette reluctantly let the Patron shave the half of his head but that's only because he knew that if he did it himself, it wouldn't look good. He hair had to look flawless and by the end he had to admit that it did look good. "I like it. Suits you. Anyways, I am going to go get something to eat. Alright?" The brunette hummed in response. 

     Minutes later the blonde stood unnoticed behind the brunette. "Mitch." The boy didn't respond. "Mitch." Hoy said a bit louder. This time the boy looked at him expectingly.