Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 8

A/N HEYYYYYY TATERTOTS WASSABI IT'S MEROMEFAN HERE BRINGING YOU ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT WILL PROBABLY BE AS SHORT AND AS BORING AS HELL. IF YOU LIKE ROMANCE, IF YOU LIKE DRAMA, IF YOU LIKE SOME KISSING, THEN DON'T COME HERE BECAUSE THERE IS ABSOULTELY NONE OF THAT TO BE FOUND. I USE PERIODS TOO MUCH... LIKE I HAVE TO MAKE MY SENTENCES RUN LONGER. I'VE NOTICED AND TRIED TO FIX IT BUT I SORRY I VERY SORRY I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I am so sorry for not updating for a while. I have school work and I'm like failing so my mom is disappointed and is forcing me to work hard this time around. AND OMG 2,000 READS HOLY SHRIMP THAT IS A LOT OF READS EVEN THOUGH IT IS PROBABLY JUST REFRESHING THE PAGE BUT STILL THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! TO THE STORYYYYYY btw there will probably be a lot of grammar mistakes. HEHEHEHHEHE

(Mitch's POV)

I saw first my mother sitting up with a cast on her left leg and a neck brace. Her body was covered in scratches and bruises. She glared at me, eyes full of hatred. I slowly walked over to her.

"H-hi, mom," I slightly smiled, trying to ease the mood and tension.

"Mitchell." My mothers voice was firm, and not like I ever heard it in a long time. It was full of anger, it billing inside of her.

"Mom, please just listen. I know you're upse-" she cut me off.

"No, you listen to me. No son of mine is going to be gay."

I shouldn't have even told her. I shouldn't have sent the text. I just... Couldn't tell her in person. I didn't want to be abused. I didn't realize my text would cause my mother and father to be on the brim of death.

"I know you're a homophobe, but I'm your son. Does that even matter to you?"

"You're not my son. Now get out." Her finger directed my gaze to the door. I could feel the tears steaming down my face.

"I'm so sorry, mom," I forced out of me. My mothers eyebrows arched (yep I meant to write that).

" I am no longer your mother, and he is no longer your father. Go and talk to your gay boyfriend. Oh wait, no one loves you!" I heard a cardiac monitor give a long beep. My mothers eyes widened, looking at the bed next to her. I realized that it was my father. I just stared blankly as the doctors came in, doing chest compressions for a few minutes, and switching who did them. My mother was screaming, and I still didn't think I was living in this moment now. I felt like it was a dream. I would just wake up laying on the couch in the team crafted house. Adam would crack a joke about how I sleep like an angel, and Jerome would go on with never knowing how much I truly cared about him. But when my mother started crying, and the doctors gently lifted the blanket on his face, I knew that I couldn't just wake up. This was happening. I kept standing and looking at what was now a corpse. And it was all my fault.

(Jerome's POV)

I sat and waited for what seemed like ages, and I noticed doctors swiftly walking towards us. They went into Mitch's parent's room. What was going on? Kayleigh started to have an anxiety attack, and I tried to calm her down. I heard Kayleigh's mother scream. It was a scream of pure horror and fear. Suddenly the screaming stopped. Nothing could be heard but quiet weeping. The doctors exited the room, looking disappointed. Kayleigh and I walked into the room, not prepared for what we would see. Their father was dead. Their mother was weeping, quietly whispering his name into her hands. Mitch stood without an expression, staring at his dad. I walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mitch? Are you okay?" I asked as Kayleigh kneeled down next to her father, praying.

Mitch didn't say anything still.

"Mitch?" His mom suddenly turned bitter.

"Get him away from me! He did this!" Her voice rang through the room. Mitch fell to the floor, tears falling down his pale face.

"Do you want to go in the hall Mitch?" He nodded his head, almost unnoticeably. I grabbed his forearms to help him up, which he slightly winced at. We closed the door after we entered the hallway, then we sat in the chairs next to the door. Mitch just looked down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Mitch? Why did she say it was all your fault?" He closed his beautiful eyes.

"B-because... It was..." He stammered out. I slightly tilted my head, confused.

"But, how? You weren't even there when it happened."

"I... S-sent them a message about... Something... A-and, my m-mom wasn't pleased..." I considered what he could've possibly sent his mother. But I couldn't think of any ideas. Kayleigh walked out, her makeup running down her face. She faced Mitch.

"I don't blame you for any of this. I will accept you for who you are, no matter what mother says. We will both be disowned together. I will love you 'till the end." Kayleigh hugged Mitch tightly, then softly spoke into his ear something I couldn't apprehend. Why would their mother disown them? I was just observing a family being ripped apart. Kayleigh then turned to me.

"I have to make funeral plans, since our mom is not in any condition to be doing anything. Here are the keys to the house. Stay for however long you like. Mitch needs some time to think. But keep an eye on him please. Come if you want a ride, or you can get a taxi." I turned my head to Mitch. He was in no shape to move right now. I'm lucky he made it to the chair.

"Thanks, Kayleigh. We will take a taxi." She nodded and left. I feel like we won't be leaving for a while.

(Mitch's POV)

How did Kayleigh know? I tried to hide them so well, but she must have saw them. She told me to stay strong, and not to give up, but I already have up long ago. My scars are proof of it. If it weren't for Jerome, I would have nothing to live for. I just am thankful that he's with me now.

"Mitch? Please talk to me, biggums." I looked into his eyes, which I instantly regretted. I fall deeper in love every time I look into his gorgeous eyes.

"Are you alright? I know it's hard, but I'm here to talk if you need it. I can be your shoulder to cry on." But I wanted him to be more. I want him to be the one I wake up to, the one I spend the rest if my life with, the one who will protect me from the demons at night, the one who will make the hurt go away, the one who will make me smile. I want him to be the one who loves me. But that will never happen. I rested my head on his chest, weeping softly. I felt bad about getting his shirt wet, but I couldn't resist him.

"It's okay, biggums. I'm here for you." I felt safe with Jerome. I could trust him with my life.

"Do you want to go home now?" He asked, his soothing voice filling my ears.

"Y-yes..." I replied, my voice cracking at the end. We got up, and Jerome called for a taxi once outside. The whole way home, I laid in his chest, while he gently brushed his hand through my hair.

(A/N) I know it wasn't the best I could do, but my mom was yelling at me to do my homework so I kind if rushed a little bit. All I can say is, thank god for auto correct. I apologize again for taking soooooooooo long to actually write this. If there are any mistakes, sorry! YOU TATERTOTS ARE FABULOUS. Sorry if it was kinda weird. I don't know a lot about hospitals or what to do with dead bodies... Or do I??? DUN DUN DUN. No probably not, I'm pretty boring actually. ANYWAYSSSSSSS, BAIIII MYYYY TATERYYYY TOTSSSS TELL ME THE TRUTH IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT CRITICISM IS OKAY IF YOU HATED IT LET ME KNOW K BAIIIIII! (Is there is a youtube video called The Last Line by The Eyes Of Sinners and it's really good. I don't know if I did it right so it probably won't work because I messed up. Don't question why I used it I don't even know help.) BEKSBSJNSKSNJS MEOW