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"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Mitch pants and rocks back and forth, hands tangled up in his hair. "Oh god."
It's been two weeks since Mitch last saw Scott. Or maybe it was three. He lost count.
"Oh my god," he whimpers and begins to scratch his wrists. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and tears prick his eyes. He quickly scrambles to his feet and opens his bedroom door. As Mitch rushes down the stairs, he hears his parents talking in the kitchen but as soon as his feet hit downstairs, he takes off running to the front door. He vaguely hears his parents yelling at him but he keeps running.
Running to the place he's been avoiding for the last couple weeks.
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therapy (scömìche au)
Fanfikce"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
