for better or for worse // mitchel cave (completed)

part XVI

i think i've had the greatest week of my life. not that it wasn't going to be ruined, of course. all good things must come to an end. mitchel had been positively the best boyfriend i had ever had and it had only been a week.

right now his hand was intertwined in mine tightly as i kept nervously squeezing it. i could feel every movement of his hand on the small of his back, as i was always hyperaware of the tiniest things mitchel did.

i was glancing down at my feet and trying to regulate my breathing and he gave me a reassuring kiss on my cheek. he then rotated me to face him, looking right into my eyes.

"you're so strong princess. i'm right here for you, okay?" he mumbled, leaning down to urge a faint kiss onto my lips. i breathed out and nodded. "okay."

and with that, the door opened. the first thing i saw was christian. he smiled warmly, clearly sensing my nerves. "well hey there laralyn." he remarked, patting my shoulder.

"come on in." he urged, and with that mitchel was using his hand to usher me in and his other hand was rubbing my shoulder in a consoling way.

moving past him, i realized everything i didn't want was inevitable. there he was. clinton was sitting down on their sofa, his head peering down while he fidgeted with his thumbs.

he wore a black jacket with flames embroidered on the side, the typical black jeans and his long hair was free-flowing out of a chase atlantic beanie. as i ran my eyes over him, his eyes moved up and bluntly made contact with mine.

the breath was knocked out of me as memories of the last time i stared level into those eyes came back to me. the yelling, the striking, the nauseating reek of alcohol surrounding me.

i felt like i was back in his room being assaulted and my breath hitched for a moment as it all became too vivid for me to handle. then i collapsed back to reality as mitchel pulled me by my waist near to him.

clinton studied us, his eyes toughening at the palpable pda between us. he finally exhaled and looked at me genuinely. "there's so many things i thought i would say in this moment ya know? i had it all planned out. hell, i even wrote some of it down. but i guess when it happens all that you can say is what you're meant to say, whatever comes to your head."

he breathed out and looked at the floor for a bit before glancing back at me again. "laralyn, i want to apologize profusely for what happened. i don't want you to think for a moment that i ever considered what i did right. i know it was terrible and i probably left you with mental and emotional scars, and i'll probably never forgive myself for that. i used to have anger issues as a kid where i would black out and get insanely angry and then come to after the damage had been done. it started to come out in my drinking too. but i went to therapy and i worked it out for a long time. i didn't act like a dick when i drank and i hadn't been like that in a long long time. of course that's not an excuse. there is no excuse for what i did. and i promise i'm even thinking about therapy again to avoid this entire situation. but please don't hate me." his voice broke at the last sentence and he seemed as if he was gonna cry.

i had no conclusion on what to say. he relatively poured his guts out to me and i wasn't sure how to feel. my body was on a unusual frequency though and what i did next even surprised me.

i strolled softly over to where he was sitting and sat beside him, leaning one arm around him and pulling him into me. "i forgive you. i had no idea what you had to go through. i know you clint. i know you're not a bad guy. yes the situation is still affecting me, but there's nothing time can't heal alright?" i murmured.

he looked at me and we both shared a gaze for a moment before mitchel slowly clapped and sat beside me. "i'm so relieved this happened. i really thought i was gonna have to beat clint's ass again if you didn't accept his apology."

christian snorted. "right? this was scary for me and i'm not even involved. i'm just here to annoy the fuck out of you guys. let's go get drinks to celebrate though!"

i whirled my head around to look at him as if to say, really? i think it registered to him why this total situation happened in the first place and his face faltered. "haha...just kidding guys. just lightening the mood."

i bit my lip. "you're a piece of work kras." clinton lowly muttered beside me. i still felt weirdly uneasy sitting beside him so i stood up, moving to the other couch.

i could notice clint seemed a little hurt but did he expect me to feel unconditionally comfortable around him instantly? mitchel joined me on the other couch, and winded an arm around me.

"let's just say the payback is me showing my girlfriend off to you now all the time." he laughed softly. clinton shrugged. "didn't care in the first place, but have fun mitty."

mitchel laughed. "ahh, you're such a dipshit clinton. who wouldn't care? kras has a lady and i'm pretty sure even he's jealous." i blushed slightly and hit his arm.

it was obvious mitchel was reveling in the situation. that clinton lost and mitch won. as much as i hated what he did to me, i didn't want mitch to act like a dick.

"oh definitely." kras joked, making a pouty face towards me. clinton rolled his eyes. "i may be sorry for what i did to her, but that doesn't mean i don't dislike both of you right now with a passion. have fun fucking for a week and then realizing you hate each other." he spit. and with that, he left and retreated to the other room.

mitchel twisted to gaze at me and gave me a kiss on the lips. "oh he's so jealous." i shook my head. mitchel may have thought this was funny but i didn't.

i didn't enjoy them belittling each other, especially over me. i was a girlfriend, i wasn't supposed to be something coming between them. i sighed. "mitchel, you can't act like that."

he shrugged. "and why not? i have a hot girlfriend." i kept replaying the words clinton said before he left. how he disliked me. it didn't feel okay. this was supposed to be a day of forgiveness and mitch turned it into a bragging session to tick off his brother.

i sighed. "just be nice. i did this for you, now do this for me." he groaned and rolled his eyes. "okay. only cause i'm so fucking proud of you today babe."

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clinty boi and lara made up wooooo. also wow i cri what a fuckin cute relationship with mitch and lara ahaha i'm a lil jealous whatever tho. please drop me a comment about what you think, and i always always love votes!! thanks for supporting my writing🖤