I Hate You

Chapter 16

For carina_dhru

A/N: Sequel up soon.

There is no longer a sequel for this story

This is the end

My eyes fluttered open to a ceiling that wasn't mine. That's when everything that happened a few hours ago rushed into my mind. I stretched my arms above my head and felt my smile grow wider. The echo of his soft, approving sighs and the feeling of his hands gliding over my skin haunted my current thoughts. I could still feel his lips ghosting over every inch of my body. I closed my eyes.

Skin brushing against skin, his thin body working against mine while the thin layer of sweat formed on our heated bodies. The way his hands gripped his dark blue sheets or the way his nails cut into the skin of my back as loud moans broke the silence in the bedroom.

I can't believe I had waited that long to be with someone. It was so amazing to feel that connection with a boy like Mitch. Speaking of the cutie himself. He stretched his arms against the mattress like a kitten waking up from their nap before rolling over to lay on my chest. I could smell my own scent stained on him.

"I love you." I heard him mumble. I laced my fingers through the hand resting against my shoulder.

"I love you too."

"Can we do that again?" I laughed quietly, shaking my head. "I wonder who heard that. I wasn't exactly quiet about what I was feeling."

"That you were not. How are you feeling?" He hummed. I began dragging my hand up and down his spine lightly.

"My back hurts a little bit." I leaned over the side of the bed to grab both of our boxers. Mitch's hand shot to his lower back as he yelp in pain. "Scratch that. A lot." I helped him into his boxers, wiping away any tears that escaped his swirling caramel eyes. I brought him closer to me as we went back to laying on the bed. He hid his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his lips resting where my neck met my shoulder.

"Is that better?" I felt his smile.

"Much." His finger began drawing patterns on my chest. "You make me so happy. And not just because you're good at sex." I bit down on his shoulder in a playful manner. "You really can't leave me now."

"You're right." I kissed his forehead. It was silent as he chest would rise and fall against mine in a perfect rhythmic motion.

"I never want to leave your arms."

"You don't have to." He ran his hands across my chest.

"Everything about you is so amazing." He pulled himself back so he could look into my eyes. "I can believe I ever hated you for a second. Not with these beautiful eyes and that wonderful laugh." He ran his thumb across my bottom lip in an outline. "And that bright smile that you reserve for only me." One side of his mouth was turning into a grin but he was trying to keep it down. He looked adorable when he tried to hide his smile.

"I could say the same about you." I leaned down to brush my lips against his. The soft kiss that was happening between us made the butterflies fly everywhere inside my stomach. But that perfect moment is when everything began falling apart.

"Mitch Adam Grassi!" He scrambled out of the bed to stand up next to the bed. He was staring at his feet as his mother glared at him. I was leaning up on my arms. His mom called out for her husband and he was standing in the doorway. It didn't look good. We were both in our boxers, our clothes thrown messily around the room.

"What do you have to say for yourself Adam?"

"That my name is Mitch." His fingers curled into a fist in both hands. He glanced over at me, his whole face softening. "And that I'm in love with Scott."

"Scott Hoying?!" His father's voice boomed. It may have shook the foundation of the giant mansion we were in. I ran over in front of Mitch protectively when his dad moved forward.

"Don't you dare touch him. You don't hit your child." He pointed over my shoulder where Mitch was cowering.

"That thing is not my son. It's an abomination." Mitch let out a tiny sob behind me. "Get dressed and get out of my house." I pulled on my clothes. Mitch was holding onto my arm until we got to the stairs where his father pushed him. He fell halfway before he was able to stop himself.

"Mitch." He had his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the carpet on the stairs. I could feel the concrete underneath the carpet.

"Please leave." I pulled him into my arms where he was trying not to cry. "It's hurts so much. I don't want you to see me like this." He shoved me away. "Please go." He was begging in a small whisper.

"I love you." He glanced up at where his parents were waiting at the top of the stairs.

"I love you too Scott." The tears finally began pouring down his face. "Just go! Get out!" I ran out his front door with open final glance. I looked back in time to see his dad slap him so hard around his face that he went the rest of the way down the stairs. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Mitch's eyes met mine and he shook his head. I had to fight myself to continue back to my house. As soon as I walked through my door, my mom was asking me questions.

"Why weren't you in fifth period? Scott Richard, where were you?" I held my head in my hands. I finally blew up on her and my dad on the tenth question.

"I had sex with Mitch and his parents walked in and I had to leave him with his abusive father!" Their eyes went wide. I stormed up to my room. I didn't know what to do. Mitch was in trouble and I was stuck with the worst thoughts ever in my mind.

*One week later*

I heard from Zack that Mitch was sent away to go live with his grandparents. He was now attending an all boys Catholic school about two hours away from here. His parents didn't even care that it was the middle of the year. They cut Mitch's classes and put him in new ones. I was so worried. I wasn't able to say goodbye to him. It was all so perfect. I called Mitch's phone. I wanted to hear his voice. It went to voicemail after a couple of rings.

"Hey it's Mitch. I'm not at the phone right now cause I'm probably doing something more fun than you. I'll get back to you. Promise."

After about thirty minutes, I tried again. This time a high pitched noise was admitted.

"Sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please-"

I cut off the automated voice by hitting the end button. I had lost Mitch. I looked down at the screen of my phone where a drop of water had fallen. I had gotten so use to the tears that I didn't notice them anymore. Mitch had made me promise not to leave but he never made the same promise for himself. That made me left alone. Alone with my thoughts.