Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 13

Scott plopped down into the drivers seat of his car, slamming the door.

He was sweating and rubbing his hands through his hair viciously.

Did he see what he thought he saw?

He didn't even know about any of it. He was oblivious this whole time.

Scott quickly turned on his phone and went onto snapchat.

He pointed the camera outside his window, too ashamed to let his contact see his red face.

SNAP!

Scott brought the phone back down and wrote:

I think there is something very wrong with Mitch... Can I come over????

He pressed the arrow in the bottom right corner and went down his list of contacts.

Scott's finger pressed on 'Alex <3'

Sent.

Scott puts his phone on his lap and leans his head forward on the steering wheel, thinking about the scene.

He replayed everything in his mind.

The pills.

The pocket of the jeans.

Those rectangular shapes.

Mitch's back.

Bruised.

Skinny.

He could see his spine and ribs.

His legs.

They were just bones.

No fat.

Anywhere.

His face.

The wounds.

His expression.

Mitch looked broken.

Scott tried to keep his tears in. He brought his hand to his mouth to contain his sobs.

All this time, under all of those clothes, he was wounded.

And Scott never noticed.

Mitch always acted so happy. When really, he was depressed.

Scott let a single tear fall.

This is his best friend of 13 years.

For 13 years he thought that Mitch was happy.

That he had no dark side.

That he was perfect.

When really...

His heart was broken.

His body was broken.

He was broken.

And thinking about that hurt Scott's heart.

He tried to think of the cause for this.

And it all led back to one thing. One human being.

Travis.

He did this.

He broke his best friend.