Broken And Alone (Up for adoption)

part 1

Mitch

I cringed as his foot made contact with my stomach. I was sprawled out on the floor. I bit my lip so hard that it bled, trying to silence myself because screaming just made it worse. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off the floor, his angry and violent glare burning through me.

He started yelling at me, calling me names and saying that everything is my fault, that it is my fault he is like this. I shut my eyes tightly and thought about Scott. He was still talking as he bashed my head into the wall over and over again. I clenched my fists and I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing it would be over soon. I am bruised and cut everywhere and I can feel blood dripping down my neck. Finally he let my body drop to the floor and he kicked me once again before storming out of the house.

As soon as I heard his car go down the driveway I broke. Tears streamed down my face. I tried so hard to hold them in but I just couldn't do it. I got into my hands and knees and crawled over to our couch, blood falling onto the wooden floors of his living room. I was shaking so badly it felt like the whole house was shaking but I was able to stand long enough to get onto the couch, where I collapsed, struggling to breath. I shut my eyes tightly and focused on my breathing.

In. Out. In. Out.

I opened my eyes and gently moved my arms and legs, fingers and head to make sure nothing was broken. But I knew they weren't. He was always careful to not bruise or cut my face and to not brake any bones. I kind of wish he did though... Then maybe someone would notice something is wrong. I finally fought off the nausea and made my way very slowly to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The back of my head was matted in blood, my arms were COVERED in bruises and a couple cuts on them, my side had an extremely long cut due to the vase he shattered, and my legs only had bruises. I quickly cleaned my cuts with rubbing alcohol, which made more tears squeeze out of my eyes from the pain. I  threw the bloody wipes away, stuffing them to the bottom of the trash can so no one could see them. I washed my hair and winced when I had to pull out the already-drying blood sticking to strands of my hair, clumping them together. The gash on the back of my head was still wide open, and I had no idea how to bandage it without wrapping it around my whole head noticeably. So I wrapped my head up in a towel and pulled on sweats and a baggy Sweat-shirt. As I started walking out I felt the content of my stomach come up and I nearly missed the toilet as I threw up blood and bile.

I finished a few minutes later and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash. I climbed onto the counter top and started applying make up to my face. Once I looked normal again I grabbed my phone and called Scott.
"You have reached the voicemail of Scott Hoying. Please leave a message and I will get back to you soon." I sighed and hung up. I thought for a minute. Maybe I could call Kirstie... No, she is spending a date with Jeramy. Maybe Avi, but he is the most observant and might tell that something is up. Kevin will notice as well... Esther it is.
Ring.
Please.
Ring.
Esther... Please answer me.
Ring.
Esther...
Ri- "hello?" She said. I sighed in relief.
"Esther? It's Mitch. I am at Travis's and I need to get home, he left for work already and Scott won't answer his phone. Could you please get me?" I asked- well... Begged...
"Sure Mitch. I will be there in like 30 minutes, okay?" She said in a sweet voice.
"Thank you so much! You are an angel!" I said. She laughed and hung up.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, brushing my hair with my fingers to try and look normal. I looked around and saw the shattered vase and some blood on the floor. I got angry but my anger quickly turned to panic. I can't let Esther see this. I walked (rather hobbled) into the kitchen, grabbing a broom and a roll of paper towels along with cleaner. I carefully swept up the glass and kneeled down to clean up the blood. I had just finished when I heard a knock on the door. I hurried to the kitchen and stuffed the bloody towels into the bin. I went over and opened the door to be greeted by a frowning Esther.

"Hello..." I said. She shook her head.
"What?" I asked wearily.
"I just can't believe he didn't bother to take you home on his way. It was just a real asshole move." She said.
"I know... He was just in a rush." I said.
I followed her to the car and she put on some music. We sang along as we drove.
"So where is everyone?" I asked
"They are at practice... Scott tried calling you and Travis answered. He said he wanted to spend the morning with you." She said.
"Oh yeah. We he took me out to breakfast." I lied. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to calm my nerves. I looked over at her and saw a smile on her face.
"That's cute." She said.
"Yeah..." I said, starting to zone out. I felt myself being pulled into thoughts of Travis.

When we pulled up to my apartment I thanked her and gave her a hug before walking inside. I was given a hello from Wyatt and I went to my room with him hot on my heels. I went over and collapsed into my soft blankets and before you know it I was asleep, dreaming of Scott.