Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

28

    I'm in tears you guys.
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    I took the turkey bacon off of the pan and put it on a separate plate. Mitch was still knocked out cold so I put his food into the microwave.

    I grabbed my plate and went into the living room. I didn't turn on the tv. I just sat down and started to eat my food.

    I'm actually surprised at the fact that I had an appetite right now. My anxiety was through the roof because of Mitch being in my apartment, sleeping on my bed at this very moment in time.

    These two years I haven't seen him I had planned what I was going to say to him when I did see him. That was no longer in my head anymore and I had no idea what I wanted to tell him. There was so many things running in my mind but at the same time it was blank which makes no sense at all.

    One part of me wanted to hug him, kiss him, and just let him hold me. Another part wanted to take anything in sight and throw it at his face. The rest of me just wanted to jump out the window. I think I'll take the latter.

    I heard someone clear their throat and I jumped out of my thoughts. I turned my head and saw Mitch standing in all his glory. Even beaten and bruised with a long beard he still looked gorgeous. He got a bit more muscular as well.

    Tiffany stop!

    "Your food is in the microwave." I stated. "Not hungry." He said while scratching his chin.

    I just nodded and stared at my plate of food. I have officially lost my appetite. I got up silently and went into the kitchen to throw out my food. I heard Mitch's almost silent footsteps follow me. He didn't say a word as I threw out my food. My mother would probably kill me for wasting food. I could just hear her going off on me about it. I giggled at the memory. I turned to look and see Mitch staring at me confused.

    "I was just remembering something funny." I said quietly. Mitch nodded. "She used to yell at me when I was younger about wasting food. I could just imagine her yelling." I said while giggling silently.

    Mitch cracked a smile and I turned away. I placed my hands on the counter and took a deep breath.

    "Why are you here?" I asked quietly.

    I didn't know where this conversation was going but I was kind of hoping it didn't go the route where I pick up the bowl on my dish rack and send it flying towards Mitch.

    "I didn't no where else to go." He said. I scoffed. "You could've went anywhere." I snapped.

    I guess it was going that route.

    "I'm sorry." He said and that made me snap.

    I grabbed the bowl and turned around sending it flying towards Mitch's head. He ducked and it crashed onto the floor.

    "Okay, you're angry." Mitch said calmly. "Angry? Oh I'm more than angry. I'm fucking livid." I sneered at him causing him to wince. "You have every right to be." He said. "You're damn right I do! Two years! Two fucking years and that's all you have to say! I'm sorry! Well you can take that bullshit apology and shove it right back up your ass!" I yelled.

    Mitch didn't say anything. He just stared at me. He was so calm. Why the hell was he so calm?

    I grabbed a coffee mug and sent it flying. He caught it this time and set it down on the counter.

    "How can you be so calm?! Why are you acting like you didn't hurt me? God you are such a dick! I hate you so much! I was sitting in this apartment crying and begging to god that you would come back!" I yelled while angry tears fell.

    I stepped closer to him and started to slap and punch him. He just took it.

    "Why did you do this?!" I cried.

    My knees buckled underneath me but Mitch wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me into his bare chest and I cried.

    "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid to leave you like that. I regret it every single day." He said while rubbing my back.

    I looked up at him and saw that he had tears coming out of his eyes.

    "You're crying." I muttered. He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I am." He said.

    I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes. I saw that one of his cuts started bleeding again.

    "Shit you're bleeding again. Hold on." I muttered while walking around him. "Ow fuck!" I yelled as I felt shards of glass pierce my foot.

    I felt Mitch pick me up.

    "Where's your first aid kit?" He asked. "Bathroom in my room." I answered. He nodded and carried me to the bathroom.

    He placed me on top of sink and bent down to look at my foot.

    "How do you forget that threw a bowl at me and step in the glass?" Mitch asked as he pulled out the first aid kit. "Shut up." I grumbled.

    He pulled out the tweezers and began pulling out the shards of glass.

    "Ouch!" I hissed. "Stop being a baby." Mitch teased. "I will kick you in throat." I threatened. He silently chuckled.

    Mitch finished getting the glass out and then cleaned my cuts which earned more cries of pain, teasing from Mitch and then me hitting him. He wrapped my foot and stood up.

    "All done." He said. "Thank you." I mumbled. He nodded.

    I saw his cut that was bleeding and grabbed the first aid kit.

    "Your cut is bleeding." I said.

    I took out a small wipe and wiped the blood away. He winced. I smirked and placed a small band aid on the cut.

    "All done." I said. "Thank you." He said.

    I stared down at my fingers. Mitch sighed.

    "I'm sorry." He said. I glared at him. "Can you say something else other than I'm sorry?" I asked. "Okay. I love you." He said.

    Slap!

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Welp that was the last chapter. I'll be crying in a corner because I will miss writing this book. Epilogue will be out soon and I promise it will be a happy one!