Bullied By Scott Hoying

Chapter 2

Mitch's Point Of View

I fluttered my eyes open to see myself lying on a large double bed.

Oh, this is Kevin's house, I thought to myself. I saw Kevin walk in with the first aid kit in his hand. He took out a cloth and some disinfectant and started to dab at the cuts on my face and neck.

"Hi Mitchie, how are you feeling?" he asked softly.
"bruised and s - sore." I stuttered, answering truthfully. "How did I get here?"

"Oh well, I was walking to the store to get some groceries and I passed by your school and I saw you lying unconscious against the wall, so I carried you home, you know how light you are."

I smiled slightly at that. He put a wet cloth on my eye and I winced.
"Looks like you have quite the black eye there, hey?" he said. I was about to answer but he continued, putting a hand on mine,
"Mitchie, how many times do I have to tell you?! You have to tell someone! Your parents, your teacher, your principal, anyone!"

"But I did tell someone, I told you!" I said grinning but then cringing in pain. I could still feel the dried blood on my cut cheeks.

Kevin rolled his eyes, Kevin can say so much with just a facial expression, this particular one meant, 'you know what I mean, you silly goof!'

"I made some soup, are you hungry?" he asked.
"depends on what kind of soup," I said and wiggled my eyebrows.
"Pumpkin," he said with another eye roll.
"In that case, absolutely!" I said enthusiastically and he grinned, leaving the room.

Kevin is my only cousin. He is 20 and he lives in his own apartment. He goes to Yale university which is about an hours drive from here, but the year hasn't started for him yet, it starts a month from tomorrow, for that, he is pretty damn lucky!

Kevin's apartment is extremely pretty as well. It's white with yellow doors and windows. He lives on the third out of four floors. He has flowers on all of his windowsills and I love just going out on the balcony and looking at them, admiring their beauty.

I have no one to tell me I am beautiful, or love me in a way that family can't. I have no one to comfort me and kiss me when I just feel like crying. Kevin is nice but he doesn't really like getting touchy, even with family.

Kevin walked into the room with two boles and a plate. He set the plate down and I saw it was filled with bread. He sat down on the side of the bed and handed the bowl to me.

We ate in a comfortable silence. You never really need to talk with Kevin to have a good time, just his presence makes you feel comforted.

"Would you like to stay the night?" he suddenly asked as I was just scraping the last bits of soup with my spoon.
"Can't," I said sadly, "gotta feed Wyatt."
"Oh...." he said thoughtfully, "well I will give you a ride home, c'mon."

I slung an arm around his shoulder as he helped me up and helped me put my shoes on, we took the elevator down and got into his car.

When we arrived he said goodbye and I walked in. I unlocked the door and Wyatt came running to see who it was.

When he saw it was me, he started whining and scratching at my legs asking for food.
"Ohh baby boy stop!" I said playfully,
"I have enough cuts already," I said, less so.

After I fed Wyatt I went upstairs to grab a shower. I picked out some sweats and a plain blue T - shirt and hopped into the shower. I sighed as the warm water hit my body. I washed my hair and scrubbed the dirt out of my nails.

After I washed myself, I stepped out, got dressed and laid down on my bed beside Wyatt, scrolling through instagram. It was such a long day....

I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I let the warm feeling of sleep engulf my body.