Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 12

Mitch woke up on his floor, curled up and cold.

He slowly lifted his head and looked around to see he was exactly where he was before he fell asleep.

"Scott really doesn't care about me anymore, does he?"

Mitch got all of his strength to lift himself up to sit in an upright position.

Everything started to flood back to his memory from the day before.

He looked to his arms to still see the purple dots.

Mitch rubbed each one, thankful of Travis forgiving him at first.

But then Mitch felt something cold in his back pocket and reached to grab the items.

They were the razors that he stole from Travis.

Mitch sighed in shame and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry Daddy.... I've been a bad boy."

He selected one out of the dozen, putting the rest in his back pocket.

"Bad boys need to be punished."

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Scott laid in his bed, just staring at the ceiling.
He wasn't able to get any sleep because of how angry he was for Mitch pushing him away.

With each second, he started to question himself more.

"Am I really such a bad friend that he doesn't want my help? It doesn't make any sense. He usually let's me help him so I could see that pearly white smile and cute dimples... Okay Scott, stop admiring him. Why do you keep doing that? Just focus and try to help Mitch again."

Scott sat up in his bed and pulled his legs over the side.

Scott looked to his phone and turned it on, reading it 11:26 am.

"Wait, I need to give him his medicine!"

He knelt down and rubbed his face, very tired.

Scott opened his drawer to find the bottle, sitting there.

"Only two."

Scott opened the bottle and dropped to pills in his hand.

Once he put it away, he got up to get water for Mitch to swallow them down.

He grabbed a glass and filled it up with water from their fridge.

Scott put the glass and pills down on the counter.

Scott walked over to Mitch's room quietly to discover his closed door.

He could hear Mitch shuffling in his room. What is he doing in there?

Scott brought up his hand and knocked three times quietly.

Mitch's head snapped to the door.

"Mitchie? Are you awake?"

He looked back to his arms and sighed.