Will I

Runaway

Don't point out any mistakes or....

I'll find you.

WARNING: drinking, implication of sexual abuse, use of knives

When Scott didn't show up to therapy this week, all four of his friends knew something was wrong. Dr. Jackson looked very sad, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at Avi, Kevin, Kirstie, and Mitch.

"Scott's father passed away last week."

Kirstie gasped, tearing up herself immediately as she began to cry. Mitch began to cry himself, wanting nothing more than to see how his new friend was doing and ready to be there by his side. Avi and Kevin did not cry, but they couldn't believe what the just heard. Scott just told them about his dad last week. How did this all happen?

"How did he die?" Avi asked quietly, his voice shaking now. Scott didn't have parents anymore and he had no one besides his boyfriend to live with. "Do you know?"

"Alcohol poisoning."

Kevin nodded sadly, looking over at Kirstie and Avi. They both look so sad considering that they too lost a parent not too long ago. The only ones that can't really relate are him and Mitch, but their hearts broke for them with no doubt. Dr. Jackson sighed as she stood up, allowing a tear to run down her cheek.

"I'm canceling today's session. Scott needs you four. Make sure he's okay, okay?"

They all nodded, walking over to Kirstie's car. Burn from Hamilton played quietly, but nobody in the car sang it even though both Kirstie and Mitch love that musical. The ride was quiet, just like it was when they first each other.

Silent, but it wasn't a nice silent. It was the kind of silent that took place when you're finished with a test first, but everyone takes it longer than you did and it makes you wonder if you actually is a good job. It's the kind of silent that happens in the movie theater when the main hero is about to pass away because they saved their love interest from an ultimate demise. It's the kind of silent that you face when someone makes a mean comment about you and expects it to be funny, but no one laughs and stares at you to see how you would react.

It's the kind of silent you have when the people you consider your friends make plans with one another and you sit there the entire time. They don't even include you in the conversation and you try your best to not break down in tears when your brain is screaming at you to speak for yourself.

It was the kind of silent that spoke a million of words.

~~~

"Scott, I have food."

"I'm not hungry."

Alex sighed as he walked inside the room, his boyfriend's back towards him. He set down the bowl of Cheese It's and sat down on the bed, running his hand down Scott's back gently.

"You have to eat, sweetheart. You haven't ate since last week."

"So? I don't care."

"I care, baby. Eat please."

"No, you can't make me."

"Scott Richard, eat right now."

"You can't make me."

"Your dad would want you to do it."

"Well, he's dead so he won't get a say! He didn't care about me anyway."

Alex was to argue with that logic when the doorbell interrupted his train of thought. He stood up and stretched a bit, walking out of the room to the front door. He smiled when he saw Scott's friends on the other side, allowing them to enter.