Change My Mind

9

Hmmm, I'm trying to think of something to say... but I have nothing. HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM! Well, at least things start to kick up this chapter... have a good ol' day/afternoon my smol bean Little Ones! love ya lots chirren (that's a lotta sodium)

Warning: could definitely be a tad depression, so I'd watch out a little bit. Sorry!

Scott POV

I have to get out of my house in a hurry, thoughts threatening to take over my body. Some may call it a late afternoon stroll, I call it escape. Luckily, the short span of rain had scared everyone into their homes, as it was beginning to get a little colder but no one was quite prepared. I twist and turn between streets, creating a new path that takes me farther away from that place I'm supposed to call home. I consider going down the back street that loops around towards Avi and Kev's but I don't need drugs right now, I need peace and quiet. A nice breeze or some stupid shit like that, but nearly every street has a dog barking or music through a window. I roll my eyes and turn onto a different street that is more foreign to me, seeing as it is where more wealthy families live. Two or more cars in the driveway and healthy lawns, a beautiful second floor with a balcony. I scoff at the scent of money washing over me just from being on the street, but it is quiet.

I turn right onto another little side street, hoping that this one is also quiet and peaceful. It is, but after walking by a couple houses, I sense something unusual. Something twisted or rotten, something that shouldn't be present on such a nice looking street. It is out of place, and feels oddly familiar. The hair on the back of my neck stands, and at that moment, there is a door slam, and yelling. I can't tell what they said but, one person sounds like they are pleading, or begging. Someone is having absolutely no mercy. I start jogging up the street, and that turns into a steady run when the person lets out another cry, this one sounding soaked in pain and agony. Suddenly, I recognize those types of screams; the kind I would let out when my parents hit me one, two, three too many times until I thought I would give out. My steady run becomes desperately faster, and the yells seem closer and closer, letting me decipher some of what they were saying. The actual words make me want to run faster.

"Please stop, I didn't --"

"No! No! Mom! Da--"

"SOMEONE HELP ME!"

I sprint around another corner, and study the scene that unfolds before me. A man, beet red, standing over someone much smaller than him, possibly his son. A woman, the mother, standing stone faced in the lawn as her husband continues bashing down on the boy. The small boy is visibly shaking that I can see from two houses away, his skinny arms thrown over his face, spotted with black and blue and purple. His clothing looks tussled and spots near the front, I assume from a nose bleed or wound around his face. The man towering above him is relentless, and huge. He could crush the boy in front of him if he hasn't already.

"No Mitchell, this is what happens when boys are gay! They don't deserve to live! You worthless piece of shit! You will never be a part of this family ever again!" The man bellows in the boy's face before his hand springs forward to slap him. The boy's face snaps to the side, and I gasp in shock.

The new kid??

Mitch's face was littered with small bruises, an eye painted with black and blue, and a nose freely bleeding. His dark eyes dart around from the sky and the ground, and suddenly they snap up into mine. Mitch's eyes widen and my stomach churns. His mouth begins to move, and my eyes drop to his lips to read his plea.

Help me.

The simple words send me into waves of anger, pulsing through my veins toward his father, Mitch's own father that may be his downfall. And his mother that stands there watching her husband destroy her son's family life. Watching innocent little smart-mouthed Mitchell Grassi plummet into that total abyss of hopelessness grasping for every little wisp of love just to have it slip through his fingers, replaced with a cigarette or drugs to fill the empty darkness where a heart should have been, plagued by depres-- those pieces of shit!!