One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 17 ~ Dinner

Scott's POV
It's the next day, and I got his ring. Mitch has been on his phone a lot. One time, I caught him texting Travis. Why the hell would he do that? Maybe some of his sadness came from him? I always try to bring it up and have him talk about it. It's almost dinner, I'll try to bring it up then. And possibly give him the ring. I walk into Mitch's room, finding him on his bed and of course, on his phone. I walk up to him and start tickling him. "Hahahahaha. Stop Scott. Hahaha," Mitch says while laughing. After him weakly trying to push me away I stop. He sniffs. "What is it?" He says, putting down his phone. "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" I ask, holding his hand. He gives a half smile. "Sure!" He says with excitement. I chuckle and head to my room to re-style my hair. I hear Mitch get up and change into new clothes. After I finish, I walk into Mitch's room. He only has his jeans and sneakers on. I walk up behind him and give a hug. He jumps a little and chuckles. In the mirror, I see his chest. I can see his ribs and the tops of his shoulders. Hardly anything on him. There were also fainted bruises and scabs from... You know who. I reach for his hands and lift them up. Ugh, I hate what he does to himself. And what I did to myself. I bring one of my arms next to him. "You're not alone," I say quietly. He sighs and pushes away. He gives a smirk and closes the door after I walk out. My smile turns to a frown. I reach for the ring that I bought earlier today. I head for the living room to wait for him to finish.
Mitch's POV
I hate it when he talks to me about my depression and stuff. It makes me feel guilty that I am. And actually, earlier today, I needed a knife. To you know.. Yeah. And I looked everywhere and not a sharp object in sight, like really? I hate how he cares about me so much, even though he just tries to help. I'll be sure to tell him about that at dinner tonight. Wait, will it ruin the night? It's probably best to leave it alone. I finally finish getting ready and I meet him in the living room. "Let's go," he says with a smile. I nod. We both say goodbye to Wyatt and leave the apartment. We get into the car and arrive at the restaurant. "Fancy shmancy," I say playfully. He chuckles and we both enter the building. "Table for two please," Scott says, looking at me. "Right this way," the waiter says. We both sit down and look at the menu. Our waiter comes and says," hello, my name is Charles. Can I start you fine gentlemen off with some drinks?" I blush and Scott notices. He see his eyes narrow. "We'll have some iced water please," Scott says, still looking at me. "Can I also have some Chardonnay?" I ask quickly. Charles nods and walks off. Scott sighs. "So, wanna talk about-" he starts. "No, I don't," I say crossing my arms. "Mitch, I know you're going through stuff right now, but could you try to be happy? To be grateful for what you have?" He says. What gives him the nerve to say that to me?! "Are you kidding me Scott? You know why I can't be happy!" I almost shout, some people stare. "Why? Why can't you be happy?" He asks more calmly. Charles comes back and gives us our drinks. I blush and thank him. He walks off, smiling. Scott frowns a little. "Well?" He asks. "You already know why." I say looking away. "I guess I do. But is it also because of Travis?" He says shyly. I start tearing up, but quickly wipe them away so no one else stares. "Oh Mitch, I'm.. I'm sorry," he says looking down. "Let's talk about something else, like how we all of a sudden have no more sharp objects in our apartment," I say, giving him a look. He sighs and puts his face in his hands. Charles come back over and asks what we want to eat. "I want to get out of here," I say standing up. Charles has a confused look on his face. I storm out leaving an expression of shock on Scott's face. Not knowing where I'm going, I start crying and text Travis.
M- Hey Travis
T- well well, look who decided to text back
M- I'm coming over
T- alright
M- bye
I call a taxi and ride to his house. I get out but ask the driver if he could stay for a little bit just in case if something goes wrong. He nods. I walk up to the front door. Ding dong! Travis opens the door and yanks me inside. He starts kissing me deeply and I try to resist. I'm too weak. All of a sudden, he slaps my face. "Why aren't you kissing back, Mitchy?" He says kicking me. I start crying. "You're such a crybaby," Travis says, picking my up from my collar. He's right. "I can fix that," he says with a smirk. He drops me. "Get undressed and I'll be back in 5 minutes," he says walking off. I quickly, but weakly, get up and run out the door. I climb back into the taxi and he starts driving. I see Travis run out and start shooting us with his gun. Was that supposed to be for me? He thankfully missed us. "Can you take me to the park please?" I ask the driver. He nods. Once we arrive, I reach into my pocket to pay him. "No charge." He says. "Your eye is-" he starts. "It's ok," I say. I thank him and get out. I walk a little and sit down on a nearby bench. My hand reaches my eye and I feel stinging pain. I go for my phone and put it on the camera. Oh my god. A bruise covers my right eye. Blood shows on my cheek and lip. I look down and take off my jacket. Even more bruises. "Why am I so stupid? I will never do that again," I whisper to myself. I hit myself, leaving another mark. Tears fall from my face.
My phone dings. Scott.
S- Mitch, where are you?
S- I'm so sorry ;(
S- I know, I'm an idiot. But I'm so sorry
S- Are you ok????
S- Please, just tell me where you are
S- I love you, and if you don't wanna date anymore, then I understand... Goodbye

I shut off my phone. My crying grows and grows. People walked by and stared, but I didn't care. And, I'm gonna have to go back home sometime, right?
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