Bullied By Scott Hoying

Chapter 13

I woke up to strange clattering sounds coming from a slight distance. 

I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room.

I was immediately confused, before I sat and thought, and memories came flooding back to me.

Getting beaten up, expressing my feelings to Scott, him cleaning my wounds.... And I couldn't remember anything after.

I sat up, realising I was in a bed, and winced, remembering my ribs were badly bruised.

I was in a large room, with dark blue walls and various posters of artists and other famous people on the walls.

I was lying on a single bed with black covers, and a mattress was lying on the floor.

A black desk was in a corner, cluttered with piles of books, papers, pens and other unidentifiable objects.

I stood up, stepping carefully around the mattress and opening the white door that was slightly ajar.

I walked out into a long hallway, trying to locate the noise of the clattering and banging.

I walked past a door and peeked in. A woman who looked like she was in her mid-forties was sleeping in a light pink bed.

I creeped into the next room, freezing when I saw Scott there, standing next to the stove and stirring a brownish-purple substance.

He was humming a lively tune to himself, clearly unaware of my presence. I wasn't sure what to do, so I cleared my throat.

Scott jumped and turned around.

As soon as he saw me, he smiled widely and walked over.

I backed away hastily, and he stopped, frowning slightly.
"Good morning. How's your head? I'm making you hot chocolate, I wasn't sure what you would have wanted for breakfast so I decided to wait until you had woken up."

My forehead wrinkled in confusion, as unanswered questions ran through my head.

"Why am I here?" I asked, sounding more accusing than I had meant to.

Scott smiled slightly,
"Don't you remember last night? I.... I hurt you.... And you explained some things to me, which made me realize the absolutely awful things that I had done. I took you to my house to clean your wounds, and you fell asleep right then and there.
I slept beside you on a mattress and you slept in my bed."

I nodded slowly, then, alarmed, asked,
"What about my parents? They must be worried sick! Oh no! What have I done?"

Scott grinned a boyish grin before replying,
"Relax, I texted them from your phone pretending to be you. I told them you decided to stay at a friends and that you would come home late morning the the next day."

"How did you unlock my phone?!" I asked, feeling insecure that he knew my password and could access my phone.

"0000? Really Mitch? Could it be any more obvious?"
He asked, smirking.

I felt my cheeks grow hot and he laughed.

"Sit down, let me pour you some hot chocolate. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Oh I don't eat breakfast, I don't really like to."
I said, taking the mug of hot chocolate and wrapping both of my small hands around it to warm them before continuing.
"I don't really eat much in general. I hate the school lunches, and my parents are barely home, so just a small snack once a day is fine for me."
I said sheepishly.

"Why? You are a teenager, how can you survive on a small snack once a day?"
Scott asked, bewildered.

My face became expressionless and I looked down into my mug.

"Because of what you say to me. You call me fat and ugly. It made me realize that I am. So I stopped eating very much a while ago. It's become like an addiction. I think I might be anorexic."
I said, almost in a whisper.

It was now Scott's turn for his face to become expressionless, staring at me as if he had just seen a delicate flower, half squashed by someone's foot.
His, I might add.

"I made you do that? By what I said? Are you telling me that you suffered and that you are as thin as a twig because I said that to you?" He said quietly, kneeling down on the floor in front of me.

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes as I stared at my hands.

Scott lifted his hand and pushed my chin up gently with two of his fingers. "I'm gonna fix that. We are. Together." 

Just a short little update for my lovelies!!! ❤❤❤