Golden Boy (Scomiche)

Gotta Go

This chapter is not PG like most of my chapters. So let's put it this way, if you haven't been scarred yet, or are under the age of like 16?, don't read the part where the line is cause it is smutty-ish.

Scott and I were cuddled on the couch. Not saying anything to each other and just sorting through our heads what just happened. Then I thought about something that intrigued me.

"I never told her." I mumbled.

"Told who what Mitchie?" Scott started running his fingers through my hair, subtly relaxing me.

"Madelyn. I never told her your name but she know who you were." I said not really having anything behind it.

"Wait. What? She knew my name before you told her? Are you sure you didn't mention it before."

"Yeah I'm sure Scott." I just wanted to sleep at this point. I was mentally and physically drained.

"Mitch?" Scott stopped petting my hair.

"Mmmmm. Scotty why did you stop?" I whined.

"I think we need to leave." Scott whispered in my ear.

"But why?" I groggily spoke.

"Mitch how did she know my name before you even said it? Lucky guess? Coincidence? Then we get attacked at the building we are at with her? Mitch we need to go c'mon." Scott started getting up pulling me with him.

I was too tired to argue and to make sense of what we were doing. But I trusted Scott with everything in my being. He would never hurt me or lie to me and always does what's best for me. We grabbed our coats and casually walked outside to Scotts car and got in.

"Where to?" He asked.

I was too tired to respond. So I just leaned my head against the window and groaned.

"I'm going to take that as a 'I don't care.'" Scott huffed and started driving down the road. I started to drift off the sleep before I could stop myself.

Scott?!
I called out hoping for an answer.
Scott?!
Again, there was nothing but silence.

He's gone. A voice whispered

Who's there?! I screamed

I'm you. I saw a silhouette appear a few feet ahead of me.

But-Where is Scott? I asked

It didn't answer.

Mitch? A familiar voice called.

I turned around to see Scott.

S-Scott. I called.

Mitch, help me plea-

I was violently snapped out of my dream by someone shaking my shoulder.

It was Scott.

"Mitch! Mitch come on we gotta go." Scott said getting my attention.

I slowly stood up and stretched.

We were in the middle of a small town outside of a market, I'm assuming  to get food.

"Scott where are we?"

"We are in the Healdsburg, California. My uncle lives here." He answered halfway distracted my his phone.