Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Nine

Day 45

He was very good at pretending it never happened. Me on the other hand, not so much. He is the only guy that I've been around in a long time that hasn't beaten or raped me. So yeah, I'm going to formulate feelings. I think anyone would if they were in this situation.

"Blonde bitch, new girl, and Mitch. Follow me." Kyle says. We all look to him, he is waiting at the door.

"They have names, Kyle."

"I only like your name."

"I don't care."

"Just shut up and follow me."

"Where are we going."

"You'll see." Kirstie grabs my hand. She is scared, I can see it in her face. I hug her. I whisper that it won't be anything bad. We go into a new room, one we haven't been in yet. There is a small TV, which is currently paused on a news channel. Kyle sits us and chairs and plays the TV.

"Mitchell Grassi. Missing for 45 days. If anyone has seen any trace or any suspicious activity that could lead to finding this boy. He is seventeen, 5 feet eleven inches tall, brown hair and is very skinny.

Scott Hoying. Missing for 42 days. He is blonde and very tall. 19 years old, 20 in a few days. He haven't had any people to give us much information on him, but we have concluded he is about 6 feet two inches tall."

"Almost accurate. I'm 6'4, bitches." Scott says.

"Kirstin Maldonado. Also seventeen. Short and blonde. She is five feet four inches tall. Missing for 24 days.

If you have heard anything on the reports of Mitchell Grassi, Scott Hoying, and Kirstin Maldonado, gone missing, please talk to your nearest police station."

The next things that showed brought me to tears. It's was my mother and father, crying and talking to the new caster.

"We have no idea what happened to him. We blame ourselves! We weren't home when the incident took place."

I continue my sobbing/wailing. This kills me, but I can't seem to look away. Kirstie is also crying. Scott puts his arm around me, hugging me.

"It's not your fault." I whisper.

"He is so young. If somehow you are watching this, Mitch. Just know that me and your mother and I love and miss you so much. Please be strong for us."

The news report ends, and I get up from my chair. Kyle walks back. I screech, throwing myself at him. I punch him in the chest, which doesn't have much affect. He grabs my wrists.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you! I'll kill you!" I yell. He pushes me into Scott, and he holds me back. "Scott! Let go of me!"

"Shhhh. Calm down, Mitch." He coos.

"I can't." I say, my emotions coming back. I fall to my knees, my head in my hands. "I can't." I say again, but this time in defeat. Scott comes to my level, grabbing my shoulder.

"Hey." He says, but I keep my eyes level with be floor. "Look at me." I raise my head. "We're going to get through this. Together. Just like you said. Then we can all kill Kyle. Together."

Day 46

I lay in bed, emotionless. I hear Kirstie and Scott talking on the other side of the room. They don't want me to hear, but I do.

"That was brutal. I would have freaked out of my family showed up there. I feel horrible for him." Kirstie says.

"I don't know what to do. He hasn't moved from that bed since the news report."

"You don't understand. Him and his parents were the closest a family could be. They were the most supportive people ever and he lost them." The continue this conversation, but I've had enough of it.

"I'd rather not here this, so if you don't mind, then shut the hell up." I snap. Kirstie sits back, and Scott sighs. He walks towards the bed, sitting next to me. He runs his fingers through his hair and just...stares at me.

"What?"

"You're gorgeous."

"Not in the mood for flirting, Scott."

"I'm not trying to flirt. I'm being honest."

"What did you come over here for?"

"I don't remember."

"Okay... Then why are you still over here?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you acting so weird?"

"I'm not sure."

"Can you say something that doesn't make you sound like an idiot?"

"Sure."

"You still sound like an idiot."

"Sorry." I roll over in bed. Why was he being annoying? "It's the first time I've heard you speak since yesterday. It's a relief."

"My voice relieves you?"

"Kinda, yes."

"Okay then..." He gets up and walks away.

Day 48

I miss my bed, my dog, my mother and father, my school, my life. I miss it all.

I miss the Kirstie I knew before she was destroyed and broken through this. She spends most of her time crying.

I spent most of my time in bed, not crying or smiling or frowning. Just staring at nothing. If not that, then being raped by Tyler like usual.

Scott usually was comforting Kirstie when she was crying, and if not, he was with me. Trying to get me to at least say something. I usually didn't.

"Mitch?" Scott starts. He crawls into the bed with me, wrapping his arm around my waist. He cuddles into me, kissing the skin on my shoulder.

"Stop." I say.

"You talked." I nod. He just pulls me closer. I didn't actually want him to stop, I wanted him to continue, but didn't want him knowing.

He was good at keeping me company, I was just bad at letting him know it.

"Do you wanna do something? Like a game or trivia. You haven't showered in awhile, maybe one of those." He says. I shake my head. "Come on, Mitch. You have to do something. For me."

"I don't want too."

"I know you don't. But please, just take a shower or something."

"Fine." I stomp away, locking myself into the bathroom to clean myself.