Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 14

Mitch struggled to stand up as he clung onto the sink for support.

His arms shook at the pressure, but he ended up on his feet.

The weakness in his bones made Mitch feel so tired. So...

Weak.

He watched in the mirror as blood dripped down his face.

Mitch slowly looked down to his arm which was still bleeding, but not as much as before.

His crazy fringe was standing in every direction.

Bruises began to surface all around his body, producing even more pain for the small man.

Sobs began to flow out of his mouth once more, the pain intensifying.

He never felt more useless in his life.

Never felt this much pain.

Mitch turned one of the knobs on the sink and water surprisingly started running.

He cupped his hands under the water and brought his face down.

Splash!

The water stung a little on the cuts on his face, but then became numb.

20 Minutes Later....

Mitch looked in the mirror once more, making sure he looked semi-decent.

It was like the current beating and sobbing never happened.

You could only see a couple bruises on his face.

Everything else was covered up with the fabric of his clothing, hiding all of his imperfections. (A/N Even tho Mitch doesn't have any, he's flawless)

Mitch looked to the time from his phone.

"I still have 10 minutes. Great."

He tucked his phone away and head out of the bathroom sneakily.

Without anyone noticing, he quickly walked into the crowd to the bench.

A limp was noticeable as he walked.

He couldn't control it.

Mitch kept a careful lookout for the two men, making sure that they weren't coming back for a round two.

Some people have him weird looks.

But Mitch didn't pay too much attention, he was already used to it.

The bench was 10 feet away from him as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Mitch!"

He quickly snapped his head around, only to see Kirstie and Esther.

Mitch relaxed and turned fully around.

"Oh, hey girls."

Kirstie immediately took notice of the bruises on Mitch's face.

Her eyes widened.

Esther kept her gaze on the statue, taking no notice of Mitch's wounds.

Mitch felt pain grow in his stomach.

"What is that?" Kirstie mouthed.

"Nothing, I just fell as I was walking through everyone." Mitch mouthed back.

Kirstie didn't feel convinced and opened her mouth to send another message when Esther turned around.

"So Mitch- woah. What's up with your face?"