Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Pentatonix Goes Viral

Scott’s POV

If it was even possible, I’d fallen in love with Mitch all over again tonight.

The truth is, I did pass out. Seeing my dad and feeling his skin on mine was electrically chilling, and I was more scared than I’d ever been in my entire life. But, I woke up. When Mitch tackled my dad and started punching him mercilessly, I opened my eyes and watched for a while. He had moved me behind a car to keep my safe, and I couldn’t help the surge of pride I felt watching my boyfriend give my dad his well-deserved karma.

I sat up from my safe spot with a wrenching headache. Blood stained my platinum-blonde hair, so I put pressure on the hurt area to keep me from losing any more blood. I crouched behind the hood of the car and watched Mitch get thrown off my dad, and I saw him come crashing down on his leg. The both started brawling in the middle of the casino lawn, and it was only a few seconds before a sparkling shower of dyed glass rained on the old man.

Mitch looked like he was in bad condition as he crawled over to where I was. His leg wasn’t moving at all, and his face and body was covered in blood stains. I left the car and called the police on my phone, which had somehow gotten left in the sidewalk during all the commotion. Turning around, Mitch was frantically looking around the road, and I slipped my arms under him behind sweeping him away.

“I love you,” I said to him, before all his muscles went limp and my beautiful boyfriend lay warmly in my arms.

I fled the casino, knowing that if I stayed for the cop’s arrival I’d surely get asked about my dad and I’s relationship, and I wasn’t feeling up to reliving my dark past. Kirstie’s parents’ house was only a few blocks away, so walking wasn’t the issue. Concerned people kept stopping and asking why Mitch was covered in blood, unconscious, and completely bruised and cut up. I remembered the rudeness from before, and obviously the new pedestrians didn’t know he was my boyfriend.

Absolutely fed up with Vegas, I snubbed them and gave them disgusted looks. You want to be nice now? I don’t think so- you can’t turn it around that easy.

I took to running until I saw the house. People moved out of the way but didn’t pester me with their stupid questions; I mean really, why do you think he’s covered in blood? Allergic reaction?

Once I unlocked the front door and kicked it closed, I took Mitch upstairs and into the master bathroom. I wasn’t a doctor, but I figured I should put some Neosporin or something on his wounds.

God, I hated my dad with a fucking passion.

He can beat on me all the hell he wants, but really?

Touch my boyfriend?

I’ll kill him if he ever sets a hand on him again.

I spread a towel on the floor with my feet and set Mitch on top of it. He still wasn’t awake, but was definitely breathing.

"Babe?" I whispered in his ear, brushing back his wild hair.

I ran a warm bath and got out everything from the medicine cabinet. Neosporin, Advil, and several different bandages littered the counter by the time I was through. I turned off the bathwater and picked Mitch up, slowly lowering him into the water. His clothes started sticking to him, so I pulled off his soggy shirt before starting to wash dried blood off his wounds.

Obviously, I wasn't a doctor. I didn't even make it through 12 years of mandatory public school. But, I wasn't going to hurt Mitch further. I read each label twice, carefully looking over the directions and warnings. Slowly, I started rubbing Neosporin over his wounds and looked for any kind of reaction. The process repeated itself- I cleaned, medicated, and bandaged each cut. I worked his arms, chest, and down his back until everything was taken care of.