I can't write fluff and not write a sad ass chapter.
So this is gonna be what they talked about last chapter: Mitch helping Scott through everything.
They're 14 years old in this.
⚠️Trigger Warning: Talk of abuse⚠️
It's Saturday around 10:00 PM, and Mitch is in the living room watching YouTube on the TV. His parents are home this weekend, so he keeps it at a low volume to not wake them.
There's a knock at the door, "Who is it?" Mitch asks, walking up to the door.
"M-Mitchy.." Mitch quickly unlocks the door when he hears his boyfriend's voice.
"Woah, what's wrong? You're all wet."
"Y-Yeah. I walked here in the rain." Scott comes in and takes off his shoes. Mitch closes and locks the door.
"Come on, let's get you some dry clothes." They go upstairs, and Mitch gives Scott one of Scott's sweatshirts that he stole, along with joggers that Scott had left the past weekend. He hangs up Scott's wet clothes, and they sit down on Mitch's bed.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Scott sniffles, "I c-can't do it anymore, Mitch."
"Do what, sweetie?" Scott starts to cry again. Mitch gets up on his knees and hugs Scott, running his hand through his hair.
"What happened?" Mitch whispers.
"S-She blames me for L-Lindsay's death. She hit me. She t-told me that she w-wishes I died, not her."
"It's not your fault, baby."
"Y-Yes, it is."
"No, it's not. She's saying that to make you feel better about herself and make you feel worse."
"It is. She's an awful person, love. She is, not you. You're the sweetest person in the world. You don't deserve what she's doing to you."
"If I weren't g-gay, she wouldn't hate me, and I'd still have a s-sister." Mitch pulls away and puts his hands on either side of Scott's face, looking at him as best he can.
"That car came out of nowhere. It's not your fault that Lindsay ran outside. It's nobody's fault except the driver's. He was the one going too fast, you weren't the one behind the wheel."
"She wouldn't have run out--"
"If you weren't gay? She didn't run out because you're gay, she ran out because of Connie mistreating you."
"H-How do you know?"
"I talked to her when she was in the hospital.. before her last surgery."
"My mom wouldn't have treated me like that if I never told her."
"You're gay, and that's okay. You have every right to be out and proud about it."
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