scomiche shots & tidbits

teddy bear pt 2

"Mitch?" I heard Scott's voice echo through out the house.

I was still laying in our room, hugging the teddy bear and facing away from the door.

I had his joyrich shirt on, his cologne all over it.

I closed my eyes as I heard the door to our bedroom open, causing more tears to fall.

"Mitchy..." His voice was quiet. Almost as if he were scared.

"Mitch, please look at me. Talk to me. Do something to let me know you're alive." He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance.

"I don't wanna talk to you." I mumbled into the teddy bear.

"I know baby, and I'm really sorry I said all those hurtful things, I really am. I-I just blew up and I couldn't- I couldn't-"

"Keep the truth to yourself." I said, a little bit louder but still not making an attempt to move or look at him.

"No, that's not it. You know I would never think of you as needy or as an attention whore or anything like that." He moved closer, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Please look at me, baby." He whispered, his voice sounding like he was close to tears.

"I don't want to, scott." I whispered back.

"Why not?" He asked quietly.

"Because you hurt me. And I don't wanna look at your guilty face, cause it's gonna make me feel bad and it's gonna make me want to forgive you and I don't wanna forgive you." I said louder.

"I'm so, so sorry. I know words can't explain how sorry I am. I never should have said that to you. Please look at me, I have something I want to show you." He tugged my shoulder slightly.

I finally gave in and turned my body over.

Scott was standing there, tears rolling down his pale cheeks, holding another teddy bear, one that was bigger and resembled the one in my arms.

"Im really sorry baby." He sniffled.

"Why did you keep fighting with me? It's like anything I did would set you off and make you mad..."

"I-I really don't know. And I had no right to get mad at you and I really don't know how to make it up to you."

I sighed.

"I think..." I paused, scrunching my eyebrows together. "I think I just need some time to myself. I'll text Kirstie and see if I can stay with her for a little." Scotts eyes widened.

"No, no baby. Please. We can work this out." Tears rushed down his cheeks faster.

"I can't, I just can't deal with this right now, Scott." I rolled off the bed and walked past scott. I grabbed a bag and started to stuff some clothes in the bag, sneaking a sweatshirt and t shirt of scotts in there too.

"Please." He came up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

I shrugged him off me, walking to the front door.

"I'll be back later." I saiid quietly, waking out the door and not turning back.

Once I rounded the corner, I broke.

I cried and cried for a while, until Kirstie came and picked me up.

"Oh, sweetheart. You look terrible." She brushed my hair away from my eyes.

"Gee thanks." I mumbled, wiping my tears away.

"Let's get you to my house, yeah? We can watch a movie and eat ice cream. Sound good?"

I nodded and laid my head against the window, shutting my eyes and allowing the vibrations from the window lull me to sleep.