The Five Demigods

Thirty-Five

As soon as she got the call from Mitch, she wasted no time in telling Kevin and Avi and teleported back to Mitch.

She popped in and saw him sitting in the corner. "Mitchy?" She asked as she went over and sat across from him.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "I fucked up."

She brushed his hair out of his face. "How? What happened?"

"I had sex with Avi."

Kirstie blinked. "When?"

"Three days ago." He hugged his knees.

"So the day you came back?"

Mitch wiped his face as he nodded. "After I found out Scott was pregnant." He felt literally horrible.

"Im assuming you told Scott?" She could feel all of Mitch's anguish right now.

He nodded. "He said he was going for a run."

"Did he say where?"

He shook his head. "I told him to be careful, but he just glared at me."

"Scott's not stupid. He'll be careful. He probably just needs to cool off."

"You didn't see the look on his face. He hates me."

"Sweetie, Scott could never hate you. Granted you sleeping with Avi, especially after you knew he was pregnant, probably has him feeling a little betrayed."

"Everyone that I ever cared about..." Mitch started, wiping his face as more tears came. "They've always ended up hating me. If I lose that baby, or if I lose him, I don't know what I would do. I can't have the mother, or father, or...whatever, of my child hating me."

"Just give him time to process it."

Mitch just stared at the ground.

Kirstie sighed and opened her arms.

Mitch sniffled and went into them, wanting some form of physical contact right now.

"It'll work out, Mitchy." She said as she rubbed his back. "Just give him time."

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Scott had been walking for hours now.

He didnt know if what he was feeling was hate, betrayal, angry, or sad. He just knew he was.

Scott tried to think as rationally as he could, but he suddenly got very sick and threw up in a bush.

After he finished he stood up and looked around.

The next thing he knew there was something on top of him and he was eating the grass.

"Son of Aphrodite." A man said

Scott rolled his eyes. "I really wish everyone would stop calling me that. I have a name, you know."

"I don't care what your name is." He flipped Scott over and straddled him. He had a knife out and it was pointed at Scott's stomach, lifting Scott's shirt. "I was told, that if I were ever to see you, I have the option to either kill you, or your baby."

Scott was paralyzed with fear. The only thing he could move was his eyes as they followed the knife to its spot on his exposed stomach.

"What are you doing?" He asked not taking his eyes off the knife that was pressed against his abdomen.

The man smiled evilly and drug the blade across Scott's skin.

Scott cried out as the pain got worse.