Broken And Alone (Up for adoption)

part 7

Mitch

I fought the urge to run back to Scott.
I don't want to go with him. I bit my lip as he told me to get in the drivers seat.
I started the car and looked behind me before pulling into the road. We drive for about 10 minutes in silence before I heard his voice.
"You screwed up Mitch." He said simply.
"I know..." I said, barely above a whisper.
"You should've tried harder. Was it really that hard!" He said, his voice getting louder.
"No, I'm sorry sir..." I said, remembering the name I need to call him.
"You had one job!" He yelled. I gripped the wheel, anger bubbling to the surface.
He kept yelling, calling me names and telling me how stupid I was until I couldn't take it.
"Maybe I could've done better if you weren't there threatening me and hurting me every 5 seconds!" I yelled, finally exploding.
I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. I glanced at him through the rear view mirror and saw him, teeth clenched with his fists balled.
"What did you just say to me...?" He asked dangerously quiet.
"I'm so sorry sir, I don't know what came over me..." I said, shrugging my body away from him.
I felt his stare and tried to hold back a sob that was threatening to come.
I was going to pay... I was going to pay big time...
The last few minutes were silent, which made it feel like hours. I parked the car and slowly stepped out. I walked up to the door and unlocked it. I held it open for him and he grabbed my wrist tight, pulling me in and slamming the door.
He gripped my hair and rammed my head into the wall. I cried out as I heard a crack. I don't know if it was the wall or my head but I did know it hurt like hell.
"You have some nerve don't you!" He yelled, pulling my head so my eyes were forced to meet his. He wrapped one hand tight around my neck, making me gasp for air.
I clawed weakly at his arm.
"Please sir... I'm sorry..." I wheezed out.
He threw me down hard and my arm rammed into the counter.
He stormed to his room and I started to sob as I realized what he was grabbing.
His rope.
I crawled towards the door in a pathetic attempt to get out.
But I felt him pull me back. He tied my hands tightly together and I knew it was going to bruise.
He drug me over to the couch.
"Lay down." He pointed to it. I laid down in a tight ball but felt him pull on my limbs, tying them to the sofa. I tugged against each of my feet and the ones that held my hands above my head. My face was pressed into the cold leather.
And before I got the chance to say anything I felt cold metal against my skin.
He is cutting my shirt off. I felt blood gently warming the trail of the cold knife. He didn't cut my skin deep but it stung and bled a little.
I started crying as I heard him take a breath, bring a hard leather belt down on my bare back.
"COUNT!" He yelled, hitting me again.
"One!" I shouted through my tears.
We went up to 20 before he threw the belt down and untied me.
I crawled into a ball and looked at my ankles and wrists. There was a circular bruise around each one. He grabbed my forearm and lifted me off the couch.
I looked at him through my tears and lashes.
"We aren't done yet Mitchie..." He said. I looked at the floor. I felt him pull me to him and force his mouth on mine. I didn't kiss back. I won't. I felt him pull my hair, making my head go back and giving him access to the inside of my mouth. I fought the urge to bite his tongue, that was working its way against my mouth making me want to gag.
He pulled, no, drug me into his room. He slammed me onto the bed, purposely making my head and back slam into the head board at an awkward and painful angle.
He quickly declothed us and all I could do is sob.
"Grow up!" He yelled. "This is getting pathetic."
I bit my lip but suddenly I felt his whole length inside of me. No prep. No lube. I screamed. All I could do is scream.

I opened my eyes and felt pain radiating from every part of my. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks, leaving cold trails on my warm skin.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach and fought the nausea that was coming over me in harsh waves.
I carefully rolled over and climbed from the bed. I was naked and gasped as the blanket fall and the cold air enveloped me.
I walked very carefully to the restroom and turned on the shower.
I stepped in and the hot water scolded my skin. I just stood there for about 45 minutes, scrubbing my skin raw. I needed to get the smell of him, the feeling of him, off of me. I finally stepped out and went to my room to get cloths. As I passed Travis's bed I saw blood on the white sheets, making me cringe.
I put on a long sleeve with a jacket and long dark pants. I put make up on my face and neck, to cover the hand shaped bruise on my neck.
I looked around and grabbed my phone, to text Esther.
'Hey babe... Can I stay with you and Avi for a bit...?' I sent.
I lied down and turned on the tv to distract myself.
Three hours later and I checked my phone.
Esther read my message...
She just never replied.