I'll Save You! Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Trapped

"Why did you murder Mr Bush?"
"I.. He... He was torturing my friend." I looked down at my feet. I was a murderer. I always will be.
"Why didn't you just call the police?" The officer asked.
"I didn't think. He was... And I..." I couldn't even form words. Mitch was in hospital and I wasn't even allowed to visit him because I was trapped in a cell until the court decide whether I'm guilty. Obviously I'm guilty. I fucking killed a man. Mitch was probably alone in that hospital room thinking about what Travis did. Or what I did. Does he blame me?
"That's enough for today. We're not really getting anything out of him. Bring him back tomorrow." A group of officers escorted me out of the questioning room to the phones.
"You have one phone call." One of the policemen stated. I scrambled through the phonebook in search of Mitch Grassi. I had to speak to him. See if he's okay. I flicked through page after page in search of his name. It felt like it took ages with the officers looking over my shoulder and breathing down my neck but I finally found the one I was looking for. Mitch Grassi. I dialled the number. It rang multiple times before I got a response on the other end.
"S...Scott?" Mitch stuttered.
"Y..Yeah?"
"You're okay?" I smiled. He did care about me.
"I was wondering the same thing about you Mitchie!"
"What's going to happen to you? I need you, Scott. Please?"
"I don't know Mitch. They said if I am thought to be guilty I will get a few years in jail. You could come visit when your better?"
"Oh."
"It's going to be okay Mitch. As soon as I'm out, I'll be there for you. You won't need to worry. You get back to school, continue getting the grades and show off that wonderful smile you have. That's all I ask from you." Mitch began to sniffle. I knew he was depressing his emotion to seem like he was okay but I could tell he was far from fine.
"Scott?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you." At first I wasn't sure why he was thanking me but it eventually clicked. He was thanking me for saving him at Wayne's.
"You have 30 seconds left." The police officer stated.
"I haven't got long left Mitch."
"I... I guess this is goodbye for now?!"
"For now. When I'm out, everything will be fine. Just take care of yourself, yeah?"
"I will. Goodbye Scott."
"Goodbye Mitchie."
"My hero." He muttered as the line cut off. My hero. Mitch called me his hero. That thought ran through my mind. Mitch's hero.
I was dragged off the phone and was shoved into a cramped cell with a bunch of hard-faced, muscular men. They stared me down as I sat on the bottom bunk that I was assigned. I was scared beyond believe but I didn't dare show it. If I was to even survive in this place I would have to act as hard as my roommates.

"Alright kid?" Chris sat beside me with his arm around me. Although all the other guys may be miserable and aggressive, I managed to find one friend. Chris.
"Alright."
"You missing Mitch?" This man could read me like a book. It was like he had known me for my whole life even though I'd only been in this jail with him for a month.
"Yeah."
"I can tell. You have that look on your face."
"I just wonder whether he thinks about me as much as I think about him. I just can't get him out of my head. He is probably grieving and suffering and I'm trapped in this goddamn prison cell. He's probably locked up in his room. Not talking to no one. He was never very good at talking." Chris was the only person in this jail that I had told about Mitch. I didn't tell him much. Just enough for him to understand my situation. He was the closest thing I had to a friend in this shit hole.