My Saving Grace (Book 3)

June 1, 2030

A/N
I'd just like to say one thing before we start.... CONGRATULATIONS TO KIRSTIE!! Did anyone else cry really hard, cause I was sobbing?!?!?!

"Dad, I'm going to be late!" Jessica's voice echoed throughout the house. Alex rolled his eyes, grinning at Scott. They were sat on their bed, Scott under the covers, Alex sat at the end.

"She gets earlier and earlier every day." He sighed. Scott smiled and leaned across to press their lips together.

"I'm going to see Mitch today so I'll be back later. Are you off to work?" Scott asked, resting his hand on Alex's cheek.

"No, I'm taking the day off today. They said we could go and see Elliot today, didn't they?" Alex explained.

"Oh yeah. I'll try and make it back as quick as I can then." Scott kissed him again briefly.

"Dad, come on!" Jess called, making them break a part.

"I better get going. I love you."

"I love you too." After that Alex left with Jessica and Scott made his way to Mitch's. He drove the short way and was soon pulling up outside his door. He knocked three times before letting himself in, expecting Mitch to either be in bed, on the couch or tending to Jake.

"Michelle!" He called into the house. He could hear chattering coming from the kitchen.

"Jake, please eat your food!" Mitch's voice was pleading.

"No! I don't want it!" Jake's voice echoed. Scott stepped through the hallway and into the kitchen where he saw Jake sat at the table with his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth bolted shut. Mitch was crouched down next to him and Scott could see from where he stood that his hair was almost non existent.

"Knock, knock." Scott called out, wrapping his knuckles against the wood of the door. Mitch stood quickly and turned and a look of relief washed over his face when he saw who it was.

"Thank god." He sighed and rushed forward. "Please can you deal with him?" He asked and Scott almost felt his heart break. His voice was shaky and tired.

"Of course." Scott whispered. He walked forward and crouched down at Jake's side. He leant over the plate and cut the food into smaller pieces, placing a slice of chicken onto his fork. "Now this food looks really yummy, don't you think?" Scott asked.

Jake looked up and shook his head, stubbornly. "Really? After your dad has gone through all the trouble of making it?" He asked and Jake shook his head again.

"I'm mad at him." Jake whispered. His voice was quiet and sounded just as tired as Mitch's.

"Why's that?" Scott asked.

"Because he's sick and he won't do the same things as we used to and I miss going to the park with him, even though he wouldn't play football with me!" His voice got gradually louder as he spoke and he began to tear up. Scott sighed.

"You know it's not his fault that he's sick. I know it's hard to understand but he doesn't have the same energy as he would if he wasn't sick. And not eating your food isn't going to make him better any quicker." Scott explained.

Jake nodded a little and rubbed at his teary eyes. "If I promise that he will get better will you eat your food for me?" Scott asked.

"You can't promise things you don't know-"

"But I do know. I know for a fact that he's gonna be back to normal in no time, don't you worry!" Scott said, handing Jake the fork.

"Okay..." Jake took the fork and began to eat. Scott stood and walked over to where Mitch was stood. He wrapped his arms around him and Mitch almost collapsed.