The Story of Scömìche Part 2 (Completed)

Chapter 4

We get back from our date at two-thirty in the morning. Mitch falls asleep on the way back to the apartment, so I have to carry him from the car and up four flights of stairs. I am about to lay him down on his bed when I hear, "Stay with me?" quietly. He shifts a little and puts his arms around my neck.

"Of course, baby." I say, kissing his cheek. I put him down on his back and take off my shirt before climbing into the bed. He presses himself against me and pulls my arms around his waist, mumbling something quietly before his breath slows and he starts to snore softly. I fall asleep quickly.

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Mitch and I sit at either end of a long room. We look at each other, confused as to why we are there. The single door at one end opens and three men, four times my size, walk in. None of them pay any attention to me, but they go to surround Mitch. My heart starts to thump out of my chest as they start talking to him in low voices. I open my mouth and try to speak, but I can't. My throat burns, like I swallowed fire. I look down and see that my hands and feet are tied to the chair, and the chair is chained to the floor. I try to get to Mitch, but it is no use. One of the men kisses down his neck, and Mitch jerks away. The man goes back in for his neck while one of the other men begins to work the button and zipper of his jeans. I watch in horror as the three men begin to rapidly undress him, and I force myself to squeeze my eyes shut when he starts screaming.

"Scott!" He screams my name, over and over, but I keep my eyes shut. When I open my eyes again, I am in Mitch's bed still, in the dark. Mitch is no longer next to me, but sitting in a corner of the room with a sweatshirt clutched to his chest. He rocking himself slowly back and forth, eye shut tightly, knees to his chest. The flashes of lightning and claps of thunder register and I swing my feet out of the bed to go over to him. Trying as hard as possible to ignore my dream, I let my arm settle over his shoulders and he leans into my side. Every time another wave of the storm hits, he burrows further into my side. Exhaustion is the only thing that keeps me from being attentive. I drift back in to sleep on the floor with Mitch tucked under my arm.

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Turns out that Mike bought Mitch and me a bunch of new furniture, and he is having it shipped to our house today. Since the store is less than three miles from the house, it arrives within two hours. Mitch and I are sitting on the empty carpeted floor with Wyatt. Mitch is leading him around us in a circle with a string, while I am distracting him across the room with a laser pointer. Mitch giggles in delight as the cat runs back and forth across the room, not being able to decide between the string and the light. I jump up when the doorbell rings. Mike is standing there, and behind him I see a delivery truck. Several guys are lifting large boxes out of it and carrying them toward us. Mitch runs over to us and smiles.

"Scott, we have to leave now."

"Why?" I ask, confused, looking down at him.

"Because they're putting the furniture in." he says with a giggle.

"Oh. Right." I put my arm around Mitch's waist and pull him in for a kiss before Mike ushers us out. I hear the retreating sound of his voice as Mitch and I get into my car and I say, "Where should we go?" He bites his lip in thought.

"Back to Kirstie's?" I smile and say, "Sure."