I Promise - Scömìche

Chapter Thirteen: Mitch Finds Out

Mitch's POV

I walk into my house that I now share with Kirstie and see Scott's snapback and shoes. 

"Kirstie?" I yell. There's no answer, but I do hear her. I hear her upstairs, the bed squeaking, the bed board hitting the walls, and I know exactly who it's with. Scott. 

I wait on the couch for the both of them to come down. About a million years later, they finally do. 

"Mitch." Scott says, flabbergasted. 

"Mitch, I--" Kirstie starts to say, but I interrupt her.

"Save it. I can't believe you slept with my best friend. And you," I say pointing to Kirstie, "you know exactly how I feel towards Scott, and you just sleep with him? Who does that?"

"Mitch, you save it. Last night, apparently you fucked that one guy from the bar!"

"Wait, what?"

"I went looking for you, Mitch. I went to every single bar until I went to one and someone with brown hair and glasses came up to me and said that you were great in bed."

Scott's POV

Mitch scoffs.

"What's so amusing to you?"

"Kirstie, would you like to tell Scott here who has brown hair, wears glasses, and goes to the bar constantly?"

"No." she replies.

"That person that said I was amazing in bed? That's the famous Travis."

"Wait, Travis?"

"Yes, Travis, and he did the exact same thing he did last time. He fucking raped me, Scott. I yelled and screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn't. But you, you fucking -- you know what? I'm done."

He walks out the door. I run after him. I can't lose Mitch.

"Mitch, please.

"I needed you, Scott. I needed you more than I've ever needed someone, but you were too busy fucking someone I used to call my best friend. I can't do this anymore. I'm done. We're done, Scott." 

"Mitch, please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

"Then give me some space. That's all I can ask for right now. Please, just give me time."

"How much time?"

"I don't know, Scott. I just need time."

Tears start to swell in his eyes when he sees tears stream out of mine. He still loves me. I lean down to kiss his cheek, and I fall to the ground in tears. He goes down to catch me.

"Scott?"

"I shouldn't have done that. It hurt too much."

He helps my back up and wipes the tears off my face with his thumb. I grab his hand and kiss it.

"I'm so sorry, Mitch."

"I know, but I need time."

And with that, he gets in his car and drives away.