Broken And Alone (Up for adoption)

part 5

Mitch

I watched the buildings pass until I had finally reached my stop. I thanked the driver and started the walk to Travis's.
I stood on the front porch, part of me wanting to just stay at a hotel or with one of my other friends. I heard the door swing open. To late for second chances...
He smiled at me but I knew it was fake, I could see the anger in his eyes.
"Back so soon Mitchie...?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"Scott and I had a argument so I was wondering if I could stay with you for a little while...?" I asked quietly.
"Let me guess? Scott finally saw you for what you are and threw you away? I don't blame him." He said. I looked at my feet sadly.
"That isn't why..." I said, nearly above a whisper.
"I bet it was and he just made up another excuse to not want to live with your pathetic ass. I mean who would?! You are so fat and and ugly and worthless and annoying!" He said.
I turned to leave when I felt him grab my arm.
"Get inside. You are all mine now." He hissed in my ear. I shut my eyes and allowed him to drag me inside. I pulled me over to the couch and made me sit in his lap. This isn't so bad... I thought.
We just sat there, watching tv, his arms (a little to) tight around my waist, for about an hour before I feel asleep.
So this is what a relationship is like.
Snuggling and falling asleep in his arms. No beatings. Or punishments. Or names. Just... Affection. I know what is happening isn't out of affection, it is just a to get me to stay. And the sad part is that I have to... I have no where else to go.

I opened my eyes to find Travis standing over me. He smiled and pulled me up off the floor.
"Morning Mitchie." He said, saying my name in a mocking tone.
I avoided his eyes. "Hi Travis." I said.
"Now that you live here I want to establish some rules. You will only call me sir. Never look me in the eyes and you are not allowed to leave the house besides meetings and rehearsals for your pathetic band. Do you understand?" He asked.
"Yes..." I said, avoiding his eyes.
He slammed me against the wall.
"Excuse me!" He said through clenched teeth.
"Yes sir." I said.
He threw me to the ground and knelt by me as I clutched my aching side.
"I hope you learn fast Mitch." He said.
"I will sir." I said, avoiding his eyes.
He smiled. "Let's test out your 'learning capabilities' shall we?" He said.
"Yes sir." I was shaking from fear and anticipation.
He pulled me to my feet.
"So your knew punishment for looking me in the eyes or forgetting to call me sir is you will stand shirtless by that wall with your arms by your side." He said. I am scared now.
"Do it Mitch." He said.
"Yes sir." I said, slipping out of my shirt awkwardly. I gripped my jeans.
"Wow, you can do something right for once." He said. I heart him slip off his belt and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"We are going to 5 and I want you to count Mitch, and if you move or don't say the number we will restart. Understand?" He said.
"Yes sir." There was a moment of silence, of painful anticipation before I felt the belt sting my back.
"One." I said, biting my lip so hard it bled.
I felt it sting my skin with a load crack.
"Two." I said through clenched teeth.
"Do that one again but louder." He said.
Crack.
"Two!" I said, quite a bit louder.
Crack.
This one was harder and I felt it slightly pierce my skin. The pain was so overwhelming I lost my footing.
"Stand up and start from one!" He shouted.
I stood and gripped my jeans. This round was a lot harder. And he used the buckle.

Scott

"It's for the best..." I said as he drug his suitcase out the door.
I sighed and sat down. That was a little harsh, but I really do want Mitch to be happy and I know he will be happier with Travis. I just want my best friend back... This Mitch is kind of annoying...
I grabbed my phone and called Avi. We needed to set up our next meeting.
"Hello?" He said after three rings.
"Hey Avi, it's Scott. We need to work on setting up our next meeting." I said.
"Okay. Let me just grab something to write this down with...." He said. I heard a few drawers open and close.
"Okay. So I was thinking we could do it at that quiet little restaurant on main?" He said.
"Oh, Vertigo?" I said.
"Yeah. I can make reservations. When is the best time?" He asked.
"Well, I think on Saturdays are the best. And in the evening so say... 6:00?" I said, as Wyatt jumped into my lap.
"That sounds good... I will text Kevin and Kirst and you can tell Mitch." He said.
"Can you text Mitch...?" I asked.
"Sure. Why?" He asked, confusion in his voice.
"We are taking a brake from living with each other... He is staying with Travis." I said.
"Yeah, sure. Maybe know he can get his shit together. Did I tell you what happened earlier?" He asked.
"I don't think so."
"I came home and him and Esther were snuggling on our couch. When he woke up to leave he said something to Esther that made her cry..." He said.
"Wait... Why was he at your place?" I asked. I thought he was with Travis.
"I don't know." He said.
"I will call him and ask."
"Okay. Bye Scott, Saturday at 6:00."
"Bye." I said. I hung up and started calling Mitch. But he didn't answer. I sighed, he never answers when he is with Travis.