Black And White

Hundred Twenty One

"What? No. Absolutely not."

"It's not your decision. You've had to raise yourself, I know. And... I'm going to be motherly, and make this decision for you, in your best interest."

Scott moved forward on the couch a little as he got a little more angry. "How is that my best interest? You want to tear me away from Mitch? The only good thing I have? And what about Avi? And the only mother that ever gave a shit?"

"I just want my son back. And... The only way to do that, is for you to come live with me."

"I said no, Connie."

"And I said that I wasn't giving you a choice. I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore, Scott."

Scott shook his head slowly. "God, you... Are fucking ridiculous." He stood from his seat. "I'm not going to just up and leave. Hell no. I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

Connie suddenly looked to Rick. "You're just going to sit there, and not say anything?"

Rick met her eyes and slowly took a sip of his drink.

Scott shook his head quickly. "Alright, I'm out of here. It's been a pleasure, Connie. So glad we could have this chat." He moved to walk out the door, but she grabbed his arm.

Turning him back around, she met his eyes. "Scott, please. Don't do this. I'm just trying to fix my mistakes, don't you--?"

"You can't fix that. You're too fucking late. Eighteen fucking years late."

Connie's eyes fell down to his arm, as she clung to him tightly. But her eyes landed on the tattoo he'd gotten for her, and she pulled away gently as she stared at it. "What.. What's that?"

Scott looked down too, and then moved as if to hide his arm. "Okay, see you guys later. Have fun in LA, Ma. Send me lots of--"

"Scott Richard Hoying, what is that on your arm? That's not... Me, is it?"

Scott looked down again, and he chuckled dryly. "Well sure. That's the last thing my 'superhero' said to me before she left me in the hands of this fucking drunkard."

Connie looked down at it one more time, only to frown at the words. 'Sometimes we must leave home for something better.' -C.H.

*

Scott got in his car and turned it on, eyes full of angry tears that he tried his best to will away. He cursed loudly as he smacked the top of the steering wheel, before grabbing his phone out of his pocket to call Mitch. 

"Hey! How are you, ba--?" Mitch's chipper voice cut off. "Baby, are you crying?"

"No." Scott sniffled, wiping his eyes carelessly with his other hand. "Fuck. No, I'm not. I'm fucking fine. Just wanted to call so you know I'm leaving and going back to the hotel."

"Babe, you can't drive like this. You're too upset."

"What do you want me to do, Mitchell? I need to get the Hell out of here."

Mitch sighed softly. "I know... I know, honey. Can you video chat right now? I need to make sure you're okay before you do anything. Are you still sitting in the driveway?"

"Yeah... I don't want you to see me like this, Mitchie..." Scott mumbled softly, looking down at his legs.

"Babe, I get that. But I need to make sure you're okay. I'm not even with Avi right now, if that helps. I was peeing when you called, so. I'm just chillin' in the bathroom in 400 hall."