In the Arms of an Angel(Scomiche)

Chapter 5

School was over. Kirstie and Mitch had just gotten off the bus and were heading toward the oak tree. "Mitch?" Kirstie said quietly. Mitch looked at her in response. "Do you think..." "Do I think what Kirst?" Mitch asked, waiting for her to go on.  "Do you think there's... Just the slightest chance.... Avi... Well..." Mitch rolled his eyes. "I don't know Kirst! Why are you asking me if he likes you? Why don't you ask him?" He said with the smallest bit of sass. "Geez! I was just wondering!" Kirstie said, rubbing her arm (like she always does when embarrassed)

They had been at the oak tree for a while now and the sun was turning the sky just the slightest shade of pink. "Mitch. I'm sorry." Kirstie said after a long period of silence. "For what?" The small brunette said, even though he knew what was coming. " I'm sorry for totally ditching you today. I just got a little Twitter-patted and my feelings got the best of me. Do you forgive me?" She asked guiltily. "Of course, Kirst. We're best friends remember?" Mitch said, giving his friend a hug. "I should probably get home before it gets dark. I will see you tomorrow okay? Goodnight Mitchell!" She yelled, already on her way. "Goodnight Kirstin!" Mitch yelled back.

Mitch's POV
Kirstie left almost two hours ago. I decided to stay, do my homework, and sketch a little before I went home. To be completely honest, I don't want to. I'm already going to be punished for being home so late. I hope my mom is okay. Dad has always been mean, but since he was fired from his job last week, it's been really bad. I decided I didn't want to tell Kirstie. She might tell her parents. I don't want to be taken away from my mom. I'm scared to walk through the front door tonight. I'm hoping dad isn't there. I have a feeling he will be really mad at me tonight for being late.

Mitch quietly opened the front door only to see his mother crying in the kitchen with ice over her eye. "Oh! Mitchell! Hi honey, how was your day?" She tried to act as normal as she could. Only soft, quiet words escaped her mouth. "Mom, what did he do to you? Where is he? Is it because of me?" Mitch whispered back. "No, no! Sweety, your father is a little upset tonight. More than usual. I want you to sneak up into your room while I keep him distracted. Okay?" "No, mom. I don't want him to h-" he was cut off by his father screaming from the livingroom for more beer. "Go. Go, now! Hurry now, hurry!" She said gently pushing Mitch on his way.

He decided to hide behind the railings of staircase. There was a wall that was in just the right place to where he could see the kitchen, but nobody in the kitchen could see him. "Why don't I have a newly opened bottle in my hand!?" His father boomed. "I-I'm sorry, Hun. I just got... I just got a little distracted is all. Here you go." The small lady said, handing him the beer. Mitch's father looked at her for a while, like he was searching her face for something. "Where is he?" He said finally. "I-I don't know what you are talking about..." His mother lied. "He is here! I can see it in your eyes! He's late!!! I told him to be here as soon as he got off the bus! That BRAT! MITCHELL!!" His father screamed, the loud voice echoed through the small house. Mitch started to run to his room when suddenly something hit the back of him, knocking him down the stairs. He was forced upward by his collar, only to be eye level with the man he feared most.

"Where were you, son?" His father hissed. The smell of alcohol made the boy feel like gagging, but he didn't dare to do it. "I-I'm sorry. I-" Mitch thought of a quick lie "I was chased off track by th-those dumb st-stray dogs. I'm sorry Father. I won't be late a-gain! I promise!" He trembled with fear. "I told you to be here AS SOOn as you got off that bus! AND WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!! Now get up to your room mister. I will be up in just a minute to punish you, just let me finish this beer." Mitch looked over to see his mother bawling with her hands over her mouth, and back to his father. He was going to regret this.... "No." He said quietly but stern. "I'm not going to. I'm sick of you treating us like shit. IM SICK OF YOU HURTING MY MOTHER!" Both his dad and mom looked at him like his eyes had worms crawling out of them.

"Mitch, what are you doing?" His mother hissed. "Excuse me, but I don't think that you should be talking to me like this.. YOU DON'T EVER DAY THAT WORD TO ME AGAIN!" His father steamed. Before he realized it, Mitch was flying though the air and onto the stairs. He looked back just in time to see the fist of his father hurtling toward him.

Everything was silent...