Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Twelve

Day 65

He is so unaware of what he has done. It hurts me. He hasn't done anything, it's what I'm doing to myself.

Seventeen. It's almost impossible to fall in love at such a young age. Especially with a man that is twenty(almost, whatever).

Speaking of which, his birthday was soon and I didn't plan on saying anything about it. I did plan on keeping myself away from him.

That was really hard, knowing we share a room and sometimes a bed.

"Please talk to me." He says from the other side of the room. "Tell me what I did. I can't live with you mad at me." I don't speak. I look at him, shake my head, and look back towards the floor. He sighs, getting up and walking closer.

"Stop." I say.

"You talked to me."

"To stop you from getting near me."

"Tell me what I did." He sits next to me on the bed, his hand lightly grabbing my waist. I let it sit for a moment, but soon push it away. I wouldn't do that. "Please." I look away, the other direction then him. "Mitchy."

"Don't call me that. Ever." I snap. The one nickname he couldn't call me was that. Tyler calls me that and makes me want to vomit.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He spits. "And I'm sorry for what I did to hurt you. I want you to know that I'd never do anything to make you like this purposely. I'd be losing to much."

"Shut the fuck up." My words were harsh, but needed to be said. When he says shit like that, it makes me feel something for him that I don't quite understand and I don't want that.

"Mitch..."

"Seriously. Can't you just leave me alone? I'm so sick of all this shit! Give me a second to breathe!" I yell. Kirstie's stare shoots over here, along with her swift movements walking over here as Scott is taken aback, but walks away, head down. Kirstie sits in front of me.

"What the fuck?" Is all she says. I sigh. "What did he do?" She wasn't speaking loud and I knew exactly why. It was a best friend thing. Never let them know you're talking about them, but during this time, it was obvious.

"You wouldn't understand." I say.

"I'm your best friend. Of course I'd understand."

"How are dealing without Jeremy? I mean, you are head over heels for him. In love. How are you not upset?" I ask. She frowns, wiping away a tear.

"Of course I'm upset, but letting myself be upset doesn't help this situation. I'm making the most of it. Now answer my question."

"Not with him in the room." I whisper. She looks over to him, he is playing with a little piece of string on the ground.

"You know, he treats you so well. Like you are a princess. You treat of him like this is killing him." She walks away.

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"I'm in love with you." He says. I wince, the words stabbing me with each syllable. I wipe away a tear.

"No. Please don't say that." I respond.

"I can't ignore the truth, Mitch."

"Yes, yes you can. Please." I couldn't deal with this. I couldn't deal with losing him after we left, or died, but more importantly, I couldn't lose myself. I do that every time he touches me. I get caught up in my mind and I can't think straight. It's like I can't see or feel anything but this boy and it terrifies me.