Find Mitch

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight
Mitch's POV - Unknown Location

I literally just wanted to die. The torture, the words, the shootings, I am surprised that I am still alive to be honest.

I guess the only thing keeping me on the earth is Jerome. He might still be looking for me, and that is all I have left.

Jon and Ken are the worst people. I vaguely remember one of them used to be a bit nicer than the other, but that has now changed.

Ken physically harasses me. He shoots, whips, hit, punches, and whatever he can think of that is violent to me. I am basically his human punching bag.

Jon is a different story. He is much worse than Ken. Jon hurts me where it counts.

Physical wounds can be healed, but emotional ones stay with us forever.

Jon calls me, worthless, unloved, loner, faggot, you name it.

I haven't eaten since that one day they untied me.

That was a week ago.

At least I think it was a week, it is pretty hard to tell when it is day and night when you are living in a basement.

I have stopped saying what I normally do. When I speak, which is rare, I don't use the word 'dood' or say any puns.

I am not myself.

I have to keep asking myself over and over again if Jon is right.

Is it good for me to be out of Jerome's life?

He could easily find a new best friend. One who wasn't gay.

It sucks having a crush on your best friend, especially if you are locked up and unable to see them.

Please save me Jerome. I need you.

Jerome's POV - Canada

All I can think about is Mitch. I tried to block out the feelings so I wouldn't annoy Rob and Preston, but I am going crazy.

We need to find him. Soon.

Rob and Preston seemed to be having fun last night, and I didn't want to kill the mood, so I went up to my room early. I didn't sleep. I just lied there, wondering where the dicks Mitch could possibly be. I miss him to much for his own good, and mine.

Now it is five in the morning and I can't seem to get my mind off of him.

The way his hair is styled, his eyes, his clothes, just everything about him.

I just want him to be safe. I want him to be happy. I want him to be mine.

Whoa, went a bit far there.

I look at my watch and groan. It is 6am and I have no idea what to do.

Holy dicks I need to go make sure that Preston and Rob are still virgins!

By that I mean I need to see if they slept together. Not like the having sex slept together, but literal slept together because if they did I am going to turn into a 12 year old fangirl.

I walk out of my room and across the hall, slowly. I quietly open the door to Rob's room and have to hold in my squeals.

Rob's arms are wrapped around Preston and Preston himself is curled up into Rob's chest.

I quickly close the door and mini-scream again.

I have to instagram this joint!

I run back to my room and pick up my phone. Those poofless shippers are going to love me after this.