An Unknown Love

The Aftermath

Being cheated on sucks. It is one of those things you pray will never happen to you, until it does. Then you are left a hollowed out person, and are left to question, "Why wasn't I good enough?" Some of the lucky ones, they get an explanation. Sometimes, it can be chalked down to being after 2 am and lots of alcohol. Other times, people were just bored. And then you have this situation.

"Hey hon, where are you?" My voice was gentle over the phone. "You shouldn't be alone right now. Please call me back." I hung up, frustrated and scared. It wasn't very Mitch-like to not answer his phone, and even more so when he knew that one of us would come looking for him. Suddenly my phone started vibrating. I looked down to see a number. It was from Los Angeles, though I didn't recognize it. I decided to answer anyways. 

"Hello?"

I heard Mitch's voice at the other end. "Hi, um, I am in a bit of a situation. I need you to come bail me out of jail."

"What?! I'm on my way, which jail?" After getting the information I needed, I rushed to my car, dialing Avi's number as I did so. 

"Hey, how is-"

"Mitch is in jail, I'm going to bail him out right now."

"Um, okay. Scott is not answering his phone, and we are trying to figure out where he is."

"Okay update me when you can. I have to go. Bye."

"Bye babe."

I pull into a parking spot and found myself shaking. Mitch is not made for jail. What did he do? Is he physically hurt?

I walk in and get everything taken care of. Mitch walks out, and when he sees me, a look of regret and pain washes over his face. He collects his personal affects, and we slowly walk out to my car. He is about to get in, and pauses before hollowly saying, "Can we get something to eat?"

I silently nod, and give him a sad smile. "Donuts?" He nods in acceptance and gets in the car.

About half an hour later we are sitting on the swings in a rundown park, eating maple glazed donuts. 

"So. Do you want to explain now?" I looked at him. "I need to find out sooner or later Mitch."

He began his story. "After I left, I didn't know where to go. I just started driving. Eventually I found myself at Chris's house. Before I knew it, I was knocking on his door. And he answered." He paused, and looked at me sorrowfully. "The moment I saw his face I was filled with adrenaline. And I punched him. Then walked into his house and started smashing things. I think I broke his TV. And his Xbox. And maybe a window. He called 911 and well, you know the rest."

Mitch's shoulders slumped and he hung his head. All the fight had left him. I could see him break down. His hands slid down the chains until they softly fell against the sides and he was just sitting there, swinging slightly. My best friend was broken, destroyed by the person he loved the most. 

Avi's P.O.V.

"Scott, let's meet up somewhere." My voice was stern, but soft enough that I didn't intimidate him. At least that's what I hoped. "Kevin is here too."

"Can you guys come to my apartment? I may need to go to the hospital." His voice was strained, and filled with pain. Oh boy, what did he do?

"Of course man, we are on our way. See you soon." I hung up the phone and turned towards Kevin, who had the same expression on his face as I did on mine. 

"We better go Avi. Do you want to drive or should I?"

"You better drive, I don't know how much control I have over my mental faculties currently."