Stitches ~ Scömìche

Needle and the Thread

Mitch opened his eyes and immediately felt guilt that he did. Abe had Mitch wrapped up in his arms, their naked bodies pressing tightly against the other because of it, and he was sleeping soundly. Mitch bit his lip, wanting nothing more to scream and get out, but if he tried anything Mitch knew Scott would pay, and Mitch was not going to risk it. And so he stayed still, letting the person he hated the most hold him.

~*~

Sometime, Scott wasn't sure how many days had passed, Mitch walked into the room, looking like an angel. He was wrapped in a white sheet, which he hugged to his thin frame like it was his armor from this cruel world. Without a word, Mitch went to Scott and untied his hands from the whipping post. Mitch lowered himself onto the cement floor, in which Scott's blood had dried. But Mitch ignored the red staining the floor and cradled Scott's head in his lap, stroking his sweaty hair away from his fevered forehead.

"Are you real?" Scott got out, looking up at Mitch with huge eyes. "Or am I dreaming you up?" Mitch laughed and continued stroking Scott's hair.

"I'm real," He answered quietly.

"I'm not sure I believe you," Scott told him. "Last time you told me you were real too, but you weren't. Plus the Mitchie I know hold a broken soul in his eyes, you're an angel..." Scott trailed off, slipping into feverish dreams. 

"I'm no angel Scott," Mitch said even though he knew Scott was asleep. Everything Mitch had done flashed in his mind's eye. "I'm a sinner." 

~*~

Mitch slowly crept back into the bed. He had wrapped Scott's wounds as well as he could with the sheet had brought, and now he slithered under Abe's arm. Abe grunted in his sleep before looping his arm around Mitch and pulling him close. Mitch sucked in a breath and tried to keep his tears at bay. He finally closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. 

~*~

"Wake up, sweetheart," Abe cooed, shaking Mitch awake. Mitch turned over and groaned, pretending he didn't want to get up. Mitch in fact did want to get up. This bed was one of the causes of his nightmares, the other was the other inhabitant of it. Abe laughed before scooping Mitch up into his arms, carrying the smaller man into the bathroom. 

Still holding Mitch, Abe managed to turn on the shower. Abe smiled at Mitch before handcuffing him to the bathtub, while he bustled around the bathroom, preparing both of them to shower. Mitch closed his eyes, trying to pretend none of this exists. He opened his eyes and suppressed a sigh. Wishing would get him nowhere. If he wanted to get out he'd have a rely on skill, and perhaps, a little luck.