The Side He Doesn't See

Chapter 9

{Sorry if there are ten thousand typos, kirstin liked my tweet in the middle of me writing this and i was (still am) shaking *.*}

Scott

I don't see Kirstin's car in the driveway, they must've left. Thank god. I couldn't have handled being in the same room as Mitch without throwing myself on top of him.

I open the front door and bring in the groceries. I set them on the kitchen counter and start putting them away. I hear soft footsteps coming from upstairs, my heart accelerates. No reason to be afraid, it's probably just Wyatt.

I go back to putting the groceries away when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Fuck. Thats not Wyatt.

I grab my phone and start dialing 911.

I'm gonna die. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"I have all my stuff, we can g—" I see him. It's not a murderer, it's him. Mitch.

We don't speak for a good ten seconds till he finally breaks the silence.

"Scott." When he says my name, shivers go down my spine. It feels like I haven't heard him say it in years, when in reality, it's just been a week... one day... 7 hours... 47 minutes... 32...33 seconds. Yes I've been counting, don't judge.

"Mitch." I say, my back towards him.

I turn around slowly and I internally gasp. He has dark circles and bags under his eyes. He is wearing the same hoodie I saw him in last. He looks miserable. I feel tears pricking the back eyes.

No. I cannot cry. Not in front of him.

His face turns red and I see his eyes starting to water.

"I'm going now," I see a tear escape his eye.

"Mitch, Wait," I say. He tenses up at his name. He turns back around and looks at me, tears are slowly and silently falling down his face.

I just want to hug him and kiss his tears away.

"C-can we talk?" My voice cracking a little. Fuck my life, I've already embarrassed myself.

"I-I-I.." He trails off and doesn't finish his sentence.

"Fine, whatever. You can leave." It comes out harsher then I expected it to.

A quiet sob escapes Mitch's lips. "I-I-I'm s-sor-sorry." What? He's apologizing?

"I overreacted, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." His words come out in between sobs.

"I could never hate you," I say with no emotion, "But why did you leave?"

"I-I just needed some space,"

"For over a fucking week?"

Mitch shrinks a little. "I d–didn't know what else to do."

"You could've talked to me at least. Did you even know how traumatized I was? I haven't even slept peacefully since that night. He could've raped me."

Those words come out painfully, I've been waking up from on and off nightmares this past week and I've been miserable.

"I... uh... I'm sorry, okay? How would you feel if you came home to find your boyfriend and their ex making out? Huh?" He says, his voice raising.