Im a Nobody

Im A Nobody.... Chapter 23

Mitchells p.o.v

I felt dirty.

I was dirty.

Tears fell down my face silently, as I got up from the bed, I dont know what I was doing.

I stood in the middle of the room, shaking and shivering.

I dont even know the time was.

"Mitchell?" a hoarse voice broke through the aching thoughts I was having.

Bens p.o.v

"You guys better not get into another fight," Tammy said, patting the cut on my eye will disinfectant.

"He kissed him, he deserved it," I huffed, wincing every now and then.

We were off work, and Tammy wanted to clean off the small cuts I was given by Williams pathetic hits he gave me.

"I want you to apologize, Ben" she said sternly.

"But he deserved it!" I jumped back, "He kissed Mitchell!" I pointed to the door, Where was he anyway? The only time I saw him was when I punched William, he helped split us up... Then after that, I dont know. My heart speed quickened. Where is he?

"I dont care, you guys will be leaving soon, and I would like you guys in a healthy body," she poked me, I rolled my eyes. "Well now, before we get to eat," she put the cotton ball in a garbage bag.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, getting up from the bed, "Ill be back," I smiled at her and left.

Walking rather quickly down the servant hall then stopped at his door.

The bastard who kissed Mitchell, my boyfriend, the boy I love. Not him. Me.

Maybe he knew where Mitchell is.

I knocked on the door, but got no answer, all I heard was shuffling on the other side.

So I knocked again,

I heard footsteps, but the door never opened.

Sighing, I reached out and grabbed the knob, turning it clockwise, when the door opened, I poked my head in, it was dark. And smelled disgusting,

My head snapped up when I heard whimpering, "Hello?" I asked,

No reply.

So I opened the door more, allowing some light to seep in with me,

"Mitchell?" I gasped, his head snapped up.

Mitchells head snapped up.

"B... Ben, Im... I... I didn... Mean to," he stuttered, lost his balance and feel onto the floor.

"Mitchell, whats wrong?" I slowly walked up to him, and hugged him, wet substances leaking through my clothes, "Mitchell?" I let him go for a second to go turn on the light,

"Oh my god," I gasped, even when he was in a ball, he didnt look... Like him, he has scratch marks on his back, everywhere, bruises, blood, cuts, semen. "Come on," I picked him up from the floor, carrying him to his room, the single bed sitting in the middle of the room, "Shhh, shhh" I rubbed his back,

I looked at the bed, unmade, dirty, and a fair amount of blood was scattered across the bed spread.

I was trying to keep calm, but it was hard. I wanted to ask, but I knew it wouldnt be a good idea to.

"Stay here," I laid him down on the bed, covering his bottom half with the sheets, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, removed my shirt and running to the bathroom, soaking the shirt in water, then bringing it back to him, I pealed back the sheet he pulled over his head, and dabbed his face. His jaw was bruised, and his right eye was slightly bruised, his cheek was red, and a small cut was engraved in it. "Can I?" I asked, motioning for the sheet to be pulled down more.