In the Arms of an Angel(Scomiche)

Chapter 6

Mitch woke up in his bed with an ice pack on his head. The ice pack had thawed, and was dripping onto his pillow. He sat up "ooouch." He said, holding the knot on his head as he slowly laid back down. It was then Mitch realized the sun was up. "OH NO! I MISSED THE BUS! I'M GOING TO BE LATE! CRAP." He sat up, trying to ignore his throbbing head, as he searched for clean clothes.

There was a small knock on the door. "Mitch, honey? Can you open your door please?" His mom called from the hall. "Hold up mom. I'm trying to hurry! I'm la- ouchouchouchouch." Mitch sat right where he was standing, holding his head once more. "Mitch? Are you okay?" His mom slowly opened the door. "Hun... I don't want you to go to school today, alright? Your father hit you pretty hard last night.. I had to carry you back up here." She helped him back into bed and gave him a new pillow, along with a fresh icepack. "Where is he now?" Mitch asked, placing the ice on his head. "Well.... after he um.. knocked you out last night," She was getting teary eyed "He left. I don't know where to, but he hasn't come back yet."

Mitch smiled, his looked mom confused. "This is our chance, Mom." She shook her head. "I can't, Mitch. I-" "Why, not?? We could leave right now. Just pack up our stuff and go. We could finally leave this place and not have to worry about him ever again!" Mitch said, excitedly. "But where? We have no where to go, Mitch, or the money to do so." She said with a small sigh. Mitch deflated. "I want to leave just as much as you do, baby. But we can't." She said in a soft, depressed tone.

Silence stood between them for a couple minutes until there was a gasp and Mitch was smiling again. "We could live with Kirstie and her parents! Her brother just moved out, which means there's an extra room! We could share! Believe me, I've seen it! It's big!" He said with excitement. "Mitch, I don't... I don't want to trouble them by inviting ourselves... It isn't right for us to j-" "Mom, PLEASE! I can't stand seeing dad hurt you anymore.... please... just let me talk to Kirstie. I'm begging you." He said, softly touching her bruised cheek. She sighed. "I know, I don't like him hurting you either... but- but we can't do that to another family." "Can.. I talk to her about it?" He asked. There was a long pause. "I don't think so, baby. Let's just keep to ourselves, okay?"

All of the sudden, Mitch had lost all the hope he had. "Okay..." He said, depressingly. "I love you." His mom said, kissing his forehead. "I love you too, mom." She walked out of the room quickly. She didn't want her son to see her cry.