Scott POV
I couldn't stop myself as I walked out of Mitch's room and over toward the security desk.
"Trevor Ryan," I said as I approached the guard at the desk. "I need to see him."
"Are you his lawyer?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Then you can't see him until he's been processed."
I slammed my fists on the desk before turning and walking quickly to the nearest exit. I shoved open a door that brought me into an empty section of the parking lot. I turned around and connected my fist with the concrete wall of the hospital, causing rippling pain to course through my arm.
I shook my knuckles in an attempt to calm the agonizing sensation and started running toward Trevor's house without a second thought. I knew he wouldn't be there, I just had to let my anger out on something, and his house seemed most appealing.
I arrived within minutes and saw that the entire yard was surrounded in crime scene tape. I scanned the area for lingering police officers, and when I didn't see any I ducked under the tape and walked into the house.
There was a strange smell floating through the air that I couldn't quite place my finger on, but it smelled stale. It definitely wasn't there before. I was making my way toward the basement with the intention of punching holes in the walls when something caught my eye. It was the bright yellow tape making an 'x' over a door to my right. This must be Trevor's bedroom.
I pushed the tape carefully out of my way and opened the door. The scene that greeted me made me feel faint.
Police markers were placed all over the floor and nightstand, but what I noticed first was the bed. There was blood everywhere. A dried pool of blood was covering nearly the entire bed and there were small marks that looked like handprints smeared in it. I swallowed nervously as I realized that they must be Mitch's. To my right, I saw shredded remains of Mitch's red-stained shirt lying on the floor next to another police marker.
I quickly ran from the room, knocking down the tape crossed over the bedroom's doorway. I raced into the front yard and leaned over before throwing up into the grass. My head spun violently for a few seconds before everything went black.
Mitch POV
A woman walked into my room, her face gentle and kind.
"Mitch?" she asked sweetly.
I snapped up, my mind attempting to focus on her instead of whatever Scott might be doing right now. "Yes?" I answered.
She sat down in the chair that had previously been occupied by my boyfriend. He'd been gone now for more than two hours. I'd called him, but when he didn't answer I'd begun to get worried.
"My name is Jeanine Evans," she introduced. "I've talked with your boyfriend, Scott, a few times regarding your case." She paused and upon seeing my confusion added, "I'm a social worker."
