scomiche; broken (omegaverse)

seventeen

"We think therapy would be good for you, Scott," Connie says, sitting by her son.

"Wh-What?" Scott asks, shaking his head quickly. "N-No... No! I don't want to go to therapy. Mitchy...?"

Mitch frowns. "I-It's not up to me, Scotty. I have no say," he tells him.

"Scott, you've only been home for a few months now, and things haven't been easy. You can hardly leave the house without having a panic attack. Just last week you thought you saw Damien," Connie tells him.

"I'm not crazy!" Scott cries. "Please don't make me go!"

"We don't think you're crazy, Scott. We know this has been hard for you. And, we think it would be good if you went and talked to someone once a week. Tell them about what happened, and how you feel. Anything you say will be totally kept in secret. Nothing will get to me, your dad, or Mitch," Connie explains.

"I'm not going!" Scott yells, standing up and storming out of the living room.

Connie frowns as she watches Scott, and then looks over at Mitch. "Well, that didn't go as planned,"

"I told you he wouldn't like the idea," Mitch sighs. "Therapy is scary. No one wants to do that."

"What else are we supposed to do? We're all trying to help Scott. He can't stay in the house forever," Connie says. "Even though that's where I know he's the safest. I just want him to be able to go to the grocery store without panicking. I want him to have friends, and be social."

"We both want the same things for Scott," Mitch says. "But, we can't force him to go to therapy."

"Rick is not going to be happy," Connie shakes her head. "He's the most impatient out of all of us."

"What did he think was going to happen? Scott was going to come home and everything would be sunshine and daisies? No offense to Mr. Hoying. But, it wasn't going to be that simple," Mitch sighs and then he stands up from the couch. "I'm going to go check on Scott."

Mitch walks out of the living room and makes his way up to Scott's bedroom. He hesitates before slowly pushing the door open. He pokes his head in and frowns when he sees Scott curled up on the bed.

Mitch takes a deep breath before walking into the room. "Scotty?"

Scott looks over, though he doesn't say anything. Mitch can tell that he's upset.

"Can... I come in?" Mitch asks nervously.

Scott slowly nods, and scoots over so that Mitch can crawl onto the bed with him.

"I told them it wouldn't be a good idea," Mitch whispers, looking at Scott. "You don't need therapy."

Scott sniffs, and looks at Mitch. "D-Do you think I'm crazy?" He asks.

Mitch shakes his head. "I don't think you're crazy, and neither do your parents. They just want to help,"

"All they want to do is help me, but I-I just want to be left alone," Scott frowns. "I just want to feel normal."

"Okay. What do you want to do?" Mitch asks.

"I want to forget about Damien," Scott says, taking a deep breath. "Maybe I can get a job, and maybe... maybe I can even get my own apartment. It would be hard, but I'm an adult."

"Hey, Kirstie was thinking of moving out of her parents house. Maybe we can move in together. We can find a little apartment for the three of us. Would that be something you're interested in?" Mitch asks.

"Kirstie would be okay with living with us?" Scott asks, surprised.

Mitch smiles and nods. "Kirstie and I even talked about living together a couple years ago. We thought that it would be so fun. But, two Omegas living together isn't really acceptable. We need an Alpha, and now you're here. We can totally make it work-" He sits up excitedly. "And,this would be good for you!"

"You really think so?" Scott asks, pushing himself up. "But... my parents?"

"Like, you said... you're an adult. You don't need their permission. They'd obviously have their concerns, but we just have to prove to them that we can do this."

Scott bites his lip nervously, before looking up at Mitch and nodding. "Okay, let's do this..."

Convincing Scott's parents to help them buy an apartment had been difficult, but they eventually did it. Scott told his parents that if things didn't work out and things got worse, then he would go to therapy.

Scott doesn't want to go to therapy, so he really wants to make this work out.

"We're here!" Kirstie squeals as she runs into the apartment with her arms wide.

Mitch giggles as he watches Kirstie do a little twirl. "We've talked about this for years, Kirst!" He says, looking over at Scott. He frowns slightly when he sees the nervous look on Scott's face. "Alpha?"

Scott blinks a few times as he looks over at Mitch. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Mitch asks, gently grabbing Scott's hand and holding onto it.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just... a little nervous, I guess. I've never done something like this before," Scott says. "It's hard to imagine that I'm here after being locked in a room for six years. I'm happy though."

Mitch's eyes light up. He's been wanting to hear Scott say those words since he came home.

Mitch must be doing something right, if Scott can say those words after six years of abuse.