The Child on the Streets(UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!!!)

Packing and Questioning(Kirstie's POV)

Time skip: 9:00 PM

"Thank you," I said sweetly to the firefighter. He handed me the last of my bags. I walked over to the car Mitch was examining.
"It's unfortunate your car got crushed in the garage cause it was way bigger than this," Mitch said. I scoffed and opened the trunk. He looked inside and his eyes widened. I giggled at his reaction.
"Have a different answer this time?" I asked.
"Yep. That old car you had is useless to me now," Mitch said, nodding. I laughed and placed the bag inside the car. I succeeded in not waking up Kirstin sleeping in the back seats, which was behind the middle seats, which was behind the driver and passenger seats. I closed the trunk gently. I looked at Mitch.
He'll never really love you, a voice in my head said. I looked around trying to find someone who could've said that. There was no one there. Maybe the voice was my self conscious telling me the truth.
Who would love you? the voice said. I looked sadly at the floor.
No one, I answered.
You're just an ugly girl who never grew up, the voice said.
I know, I thought sadly.
Give up on your life. Give up on loving him, the voice said.
But I love him, I argued.
And he'll never love you, the voice said. I started crying and crying and crying and crying. Mitch was immediately there to hug me. I just cried harder. Mitch wrapped his arms tighter around me. I squeezed his hands so tight I thought I kinda hurt him. He didn't complain though. He only kissed my forehead.
"Kirstie, what's wrong?" Mitch asked.
"There w-was a voi-voice and i-it told me th-that yo-you'd never love somebody li-like me because w-we because wh-when because-," I stammered.
"Woah woah woah. Slow down sweet pea. Calm down first," Mitch said. He rubbed circles on my back and eventually I did calm down.
"Do you love me? Do you really want me in your life? Tell the truth," I whimpered weakly. Yes, it made me venerable but that's how much I loved and trusted him.
      "Of course I do. Whatever anyone says, Kirstie, I will always love you and I will always want you in my life. Without you, I swear, I wouldn't have made it through that school play. I wouldn't have a career because I would still have my stage fright. I would grow up thinking I was awful, no matter what anyone told me. But, when you tell me I'm amazing, I can believe it because whatever you say I'll believe. Lie or not. You aren't just my girlfriend, Kirstie. You're my childhood friend and practically the other half of my life. Without you in my life, I'd be a mess. Frankly, I still am, but as long as I'm with you, as long as you love me, I'll clean myself up," Mitch said softly. I whined quietly and rested my head on his chest, just cause I'm that short.
     "Hey here's what we're gonna do. When we wake up we'll go strolling down me and Scott's neighborhood, find a house, buy it, and then...," Mitch said. I waited and he didn't say anything else.
     "And then what?" I asked, looking up at him. He smiled gently at me.
     "And then we'll do the thing I promised you," he whispered in my ear. I smiled immediately and nodded.
     "Ok," I simply said. He picked me up and gently set me down in the middle car seat we covered with blankets. He sat down next to me. I tilted my head at him.
     "What?" Mitch asked.
     "How can you pick me up? You're so thin, no offense," I said. Mitch chuckled a little.
     "I don't need strength to show you some affection," he said. I smiled brightly and hugged him. He closed the car door and hugged me back. Mitch made me scoot over so we could cuddle better. I didn't mind, though. Whatever he told me, I would do without question.
     "Goodnight, Mitch," I said.
     "Goodnight, Kirstie," he replied.
     "I love you," I mumbled.
     "Love you, too. So much," Mitch said. I felt him play with a lock of my hair. He wrapped an arm around me. I fought to keep my eyes open, wanting to savor this moment forever. Mitch rested his head on mine. He fell asleep in a couple minutes. I looked at Kirstin in the rear view mirror. She was sleeping soundly.
     I buried my face in Mitch's chest. I looked back at Kirstin. I thought I saw her eyes open and glow blue. You're just hallucinating, I thought; even though I knew...I really wasn't. (Who remembers that from the first chapter?) However, I couldn't make sure of it because, being with Mitch, I fell asleep the next second.

Time skip: 1:30 AM

     "You're such a weirdo," Mitch scowled. He pushed me again. My body slammed against the wall. However, I didn't fight back. He slapped me multiple times.
     "I'm sorry," I whimpered.
    "You should be foul git!" Mitch yelled. He smacked me senseless until I started crying.
     "You said you would never hurt me," I cried out. He closed his hand around my throat. I tried peeling it off but he only squeezed harder. I couldn't breath.
     "Sorry Kirstie but it has to end this way," Mitch said. He squeezed my neck harder. I looked into his eyes. Somewhere in there was my real Mitchie. The one hurting me was the real Mitch. I searched his eyes and I saw a spark of his real self.
     "Mitch," I croaked out. I saw his expression change from mad to realization. He looked at his own hand.
     "What am I doing?!" he hissed. He let go of me and I fell onto the floor. But it was too late for me. My breath was already gone.
     "Mitch...," I whispered.
     "Kirstie I...I'm so sorry I...UGH IM THE WORSE BOYFRIEND EVER!" Mitch yelled. He sat down, taking me into his arms. I took a shaky failing breath.
     "I...love...you...," I fought out.
     "I love you, too. Please don't leave Kirstie. Not right now! I'm sorry," Mitch whined. I tried but I was already dying. The last thing I saw was my life fading to black. The last thing I saw was Mitch crying for me. Even though, he was the one that did it.

     I shot up in the car seat. I woke Mitch up on accident. He looked at me gently. I scooted away from him. I backed up all the way the edge of the seats, against the door.
     "Kirstie? What's wrong?" Mitch asked. He reached a hand out to me. I flinched and looked at it with a fearful expression on. He took his hand away sadly. I started crying but whenever Mitch came near to me I backed up even more against the door in fright.
     "Kirstie, please," Mitch begged.
     "Slowly," I whispered under my breath. Mitch nodded and every once and a while he would scoot over just a tiny bit. He eventually got to the point where he was hugging me and I was squirming frantically. After a while, I reluctantly hugged him back.
     "Nightmare?" Mitch asked.
     "Yeah," I said.
     "How bad?" Mitch asked.
     "Abuse...from you...," I said.
     "You know it will never happen in real life, though right?" Mitch asked.
     "Yeah I know," I said, nodding my head.
     "Good. Do you need a song to help you go back to sleep?" Mitch asked.
     "Yes please Mitchie," I said. He started humming a random lullaby. I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier. (Me rn I'm sooo tired) I loved how he could help me in such a short amount of time. I loved him so much. He wrapped his arms tightly around me again and I ended up falling asleep. Then and there.

Sorry if it sucks! Sorry if it's short! I did not edit this whatsoever so sorry if it doesn't make sense! Peace Out Peeps!