Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Seventeen

Scott's POV

Day 85

The door to my cell opens up, and I cringe at the light. I had been cramped in this room with no light and no food for 5 days. I was starving and freezing. It was empty. No bed or anything, just the cold cement floor. I was beaten almost everyday. I had a series cuts going up and down my arms, bruises covered the rest. My ankle was throbbing, along with my wrist. I felt nauseous and weak. Very, very weak.

Kyle walks through he door. He places a chair on the ground and hands me a glass of water.
"Drink it." I throw the glass of water to wall, watching the glass shatter and the water spill everywhere. He shrugs. "Suit yourself. You'll just be even more thirsty."

He sits in the chair and crosses his legs.

"Let's talk." He starts. "You answer the question. If not, I'll hurt you. Got it?" I nod cautiously. "You're in love with Mitch?"

"Y-yes." The first word I've said in a while. My voice was disgusting, shaky and croaking as the short word came out.

"Get over that. He doesn't love you, he told me himself." I feel myself tense. He told me he did, he has to. That's what the whole "falling" thing was about.

"He d-does."

"Whatever. Next question. You miss him?"

"More than a-anything." He scoffs.

"Good, I'll make you miss him even more." I sigh. "What about Kirstie? You love her?"

"I like dick." I say.

"Still a smart-ass, even after being tortured." He punches me. I groan, grabbing my cheek.

"Yes, I love her. As a sister."

"Right. If you had a choice, would you let Mitch or yourself go. Escape, that is."

"Mitch. No d-doubt about that."

"I fucking hate you."

"I hate you too."

"No, now more than I did."

"W-why?"

"Because Mitch wants you and not me." I laugh.

"I knew you loved him."

"Did you now? He doesn't love me because of you."

"You're insane. He doesn't love you b-because you're a fucking kidnapper. You hurt him, physically and emotionally. He was f-fucking depressed after seeing the videos of his parents on the news."

"Do you want to see him?"

"No."

"No? That's a shocking answer. Thought you'd want to."

"I don't want him to worry about me. I know he will if he sees me like this."

"Then let's have him see you." He gets up and places a small camera on the ground, showing both of us. "You touch the camera and I'll kill you."

"Is he watching?"

"He's been watching. No messages to him or you'll die that way too."

"Okay." I whisper.

"Look at him, Mitchy. The cuts and bruises. His face isn't so perfect anymore is it? It's all because y'all decided to confess your undefying love to one another!"

"You're jealous, dipshit. Apparently you 'confessed your undefying love' to him as well, you hypocritical bitch." He smirks, throwing another punch at my gut. I groan, this time falling to the ground from the effect. I grip my stomach in pain.

"Get back up." I glare at him before forcing myself back to my feet. "Good." He attempts to push me again, but I dodge it and punch him instead.

"Fuck you." I say. He pushes me to the ground, taking my neck into his hands. I put my hands over his arms, trying to take them away from my neck. He finally releases and I choke for air.

"Don't fuck with me, Scott."

"I'm sorry, Mitch." I whisper. "You shouldn't have to see this."

"Alright, fucker. Ready to continue the conversation?"

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He feels bad. He loves Mitch and now he feels bad for hurting the man that Mitch actually has feelings for. He is taking me to another room, getting out of my cell.

Kyle carries a piece of paper in his hand. I was told not to ask about it.

We walk past the door, and I accidentally trip and fall. It was hard to keep myself up. I knock right into Kyle, and he drops to the ground himself. The paper falls out of his hand and through the mail slot. He helps me back up, putting his arm around me to help me back to my old room with Mitch and Kirstie. Only Kirstie now, Mitch was still being helped with his wounds. That's where I should be, but Kyle said if I was taken there, they'd just kill me.

He opens the door and throws me back into the room. I fall to my knees as soon as he lets go. Kirstie gasps, running to my side and helping me on the bed. She puts a wet cloth over my head and I sigh.

"Hey, Kirst." I say, weakly. She wipes away a few tears and smiles at me.

"Hey, babe. You're going to be okay." She reassures.

"I don't feel so good." I say.

"I know. Oh shit, Scott, I know. I'm going to help you." She takes one of her articles of clothing off, her jacket, and rips it on its thread. She takes the thread and a small piece of metal she found on the floor.

"I have to stitch this up, honey. It's going to hurt a lot so just stay calm and don't tense up." She warns. I close my eyes and nod, telling her to go. She sticks the needle through the giant cut on my leg and starts stitching got back up. I groan loudly, gripping the sheets.

My vision gets blurry when I open my eyes again.

"Don't sleep, Scott. You have to stay awake." I knew I needed to. I was in med school. I was surprised she knew what she was doing. She was only in highschool.

She finishes he stitches, cleaning the extra blood from the outside of it.

"Okay, just relax. I know it probably hurts like hell. Just, lay down." She says.

"Kirst, I think I need-" I throw up onto the floor, holding my stomach for support. "A bucket." I say afterwards.

"Oh my god, Scott. Please just sleep now. Please." And I do. I lay down fully and close my eyes, letting sleep take over.