pet | scömìche

chapter two

scott whimpered when he was thrown to the ground in his living room and he looked fearfully up at matthew, who was towering over him.

matthew kicked scott in the stomach, glaring down at him. "you weren't home when you said you would be. why is that, pet?" he emphasized this with another kick to his stomach.

scott yelped quietly and answered quickly, "i was w-with mitchie, s-sir."

"what were you doing with 'mitchie'?" matthew snarled.

scott flinched at the tone of his voice, and shrunk into himself. "w-we went for coffee a-and then we went to his h-house to watch tv a-and i accidentally fell a-asleep, sir."

"f*cking sl*t," matthew growled, kicking scott in the stomach again.

scott cried out quietly, curling up to protect himself.

matthew growled again and backed away. "stand up."

scott immediately scrambled off of the floor.

matthew shoved him into the wall, pinning him there and slamming their lips together.

scott flinched, but let him do anything he pleased.

matthew moved down to his neck, sucking harshly.

scott whimpered and squeezed his eyes closed.

matthew bit down hard, slipping his hands under scott's shirt.

scott shuddered and bit his lip harshly.

matthew pulled away and smirked with satisfaction at the dark purple bruise that had formed on scott's skin.

scott opened his eyes and glanced at matthew nervously.

"you're mine," matthew snarled. "got it?"

scott hesitated for a moment, then nodded shakily.

matthew slapped him. "what was that?"

scott whimpered and quickly answered, "yes, s-sir."

"that's what i thought," matthew growled, slapping him again.

scott winced and made a small noise, tears coming to his eyes.

matthew saw them and smirked. "aw, are you gonna cry?" he mocked.

scott looked away from him and sniffled quietly.

matthew punched him in the stomach, his smirk disappearing and his eyes glinting coldly.

scott cried out and a few tears rolled down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around his stomach.

matthew smirked coldly but moved away from him, turning on his heel and stalking off without a word.

scott crumpled to the ground and curled up, a small sob passing his lips.

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scott inched cautiously towards matthew's door and knocked gingerly. "s-sir?"

"what?" matthew snapped, looking up from his phone.

"m-may i leave, p-p-please?" scott asked timidly, ringing his hands together nervously.

matthew's eyes darkened. "why?"

scott got quieter, "to see m-mitchie."

"of course," matthew growled to himself. "fine. whatever," he said louder. "be back at ten."

scott let out a breath and nodded quickly, still blinking back tears. "t-thank you, s-s-sir." he turned and rushed out of the house, running to mitch's house.

matthew rolled his eyes and went back to his phone.

scott finally let himself cry when he got to mitch's door and he let out a quiet sob, knocking frantically.

"coming!" mitch called, standing up and humming to himself as he skipped to the door. when he opened it, however, he immediately stopped humming and his eyes widened. "scottie, what's wrong?"

scott sobbed again when he saw him and surged forward to hug him weakly.

mitch hugged him back, and quietly closed the door quietly with his foot as he gently led scott to the couch. "what's wrong?"

scott shook his head and started to tremble, clutching onto mitch's shirt tightly. he sobbed quietly, wishing that matthew would just leave.

mitch sat down, pulling scott with him, and held him gently, rubbing his back.

scott buried his face in mitch's chest and sobbed louder, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"scottie..." mitch murmured, frowning, "please talk to me..."

"i h-hate h-him," was all scott said before another round of sobs racked his body.

mitch frowned more, pulling him closer. "who do you hate, scottie?" he asked gently.

scott shook his head. he knew better than to tell mitch. who knew what matthew would do if he found out that scott had told somebody.

mitch bit his lip, but didn't push him, continuing to rub his back gently.

scott whimpered and moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around him weakly.

mitch pulled him closer, biting his lip harder. "are you okay?"

scott shook his head, but didn't say anything. he sniffled and cried quietly, curling up next to mitch.

mitch chewed on his lip, furiously thinking. "do you want to watch spongebob?"

scott sniffled again and nodded.

mitch nodded and gently pulled away so he could grab the remote.

scott curled up completely, sobbing quietly.

mitch turned on the tv and smiled sadly when he saw it was already turned to spongebob, setting the remote down and wrapping his arms around scott again.

scott whimpered quietly and hid his face in the crook of mitch's neck.

mitch ran his hand along scott's back, humming a soft tune in his effort to comfort him.

scott slowly calmed down, and as he did, he started to drift off.

mitch kissed his hair and continued humming, pulling him closer.

scott relaxed in his arms and nuzzled closer to him.

mitch smiled fondly and kissed his hair again.

scott fell asleep a minute later, one arm wrapped around mitch.