I Promise - Scömìche

Chapter Eleven: Drunken Nights

Mitch's POV

Here we are. Another night, another bar. It's been like this for, well, I'd say three weeks. Maybe four. I can't remember. All I know is I need this buzz of alcohol that allows my aching heart to become numb. 

"Michelle, come here." Scott yells from my living room. Of course he doesn't knock when he comes over. He just barges in and doesn't care. Of course, we've been friends and boyfriends for, like, almost a year now. It seems like its been forever. 

"I'm coming." I yell. When I turn the corner into the living room, I jump into Scott's arms. "You called for me?" He laughs his beautiful laugh.

I was so happy then. It seems now I can't even recall what being happy feels like.

He hugs me while putting me down. 

"Do you want to go to the library to study for midterms with me?" he asks.

"Of course. Let me go get my books, and we can go."

I was so oblivious to anything other than Scott. I didn't care about studying or midterms. I just wanted to spend time with him. He's leaving in a couple of months, and I'm trying to spend as much time with him as I can before he goes away.

"Do you want to get a table in the back?" I ask him.

"Uh, how about here?" he says, pointing to a table that's in the view of the other people in the library. That's weird. He usually wants to sit away from everyone so we can share secret kisses every now and then and not get disgusted looks from people.

"Sure, that's fine." I'd probably do anything this boy wanted me to, even randomly sit at a table near the people we try to stay away from. When we sit down, I notice that Scott has different books than he usually does. "What books do you have?" I question him.

"Well, that's one reason I asked you to come here with me."

"I'm confused. What are you talking about?" I ask him, a little worried.

"You see, I'm kind of..." He mumbles the last part, so I'm not able to understand him.

"What was that?" He takes a deep breath.

"I'm graduating early and the midterms are actually my finals."

"When were you gonna tell me about this?"

"Like I said, that's one reason I asked you here."

"Okay, what's the other reason?" I ask him.

"Well, I leave for an early college program the week after finals, and I came to--"

"To break up with me because I'm holding you back." I finish for him.

"Wh-what? No, Mitch." He stutters, trying to grab my hand, but I jerk it away.

"You know that's the only real reason you asked me here. You're sick of me, and you don't want me to hold you back." I turn and run out of the library with tears streaming down my face.

"Mitch!" I hear Scott yell behind me, but that just makes me run faster.

So that's why I'm here. After our little fight, I called up this kid in my class who sells fake IDs. I heard alcohol can numb your heart, and that was what I needed. And so since that day, I don't think I've ever been sober. I wasn't even completely sober during midterms. I also haven't seen him except for in school, but I always ignore him. Well, it's time to forget all about this. I can barely feel it now. The aching tug in my heart, the empty spot where he was. Before I know it, there are tears streaming down my face. Why am I crying again? I can't seem to remember. Everything is numb. But this is what I wanted, right? To forget everything? Out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone walking up to me.

"Hey, how about I take you home. You look like you're having a horrible night, and we wouldn't want anyone taking advantage of you." the stranger says. That sounds like a good idea. I mean, I hate people seeing my cry, especially when I can't remember the reason. 

"Alright." I tell the stranger. Wait, what even is his name? "Uhm, what's your name?"

"Zach, and yours?"

"Mit-ch." I say, slurring a bit. Man, I've had a lot tonight.

"Well, we better get you home." he says while leading me out the door to, I guess, his car. I tell him my address and then dose off for a bit. Zach looks harmless, so I wasn't really worried about anything. But honestly in this state of mind, I wouldn't know Scott if he walked up to me. 

I was awaken by a hand on my leg. I jump because it brings back not too fond of memories.

"Sorry, but we're here. How about I help you in?" Zach asks me.

"Uhm, sure, I guess." I say, noticing how difficult it is to walk on my own without stumbling. He walks me to the door and opens it. When I walk in, I notice this isn't my house, but I know this house from somewhere, and I can't remember how.

"Where are we?" I say, kinda panicked because even though I can't remember how I know this house, I can feel I don't have happy memories here.

"Oh, you know where we are, Mitchie."

Travis.

He tricked me into coming back to his house where he hurt me. I try to run out the back, but it was chained shut.

"How did you find me?!" I yell. Hopefully a neighbor or someone will hear.

"You can yell as loud as you want, but none of my neighbors are home." Travis says with a sick smile on his face. "I've been following you, Mitch, for the past three weeks."

"Please, let me go!" I cry.

"Hmm... it's not that easy." he says while running and tackling me to the ground. There's no way of getting out of this. I just want Scott here.