(ON HOLD INDEFINITELY) Blondie - Scomiche

twenty five

idk if I should put a trigger warning on this or not

just know that violence is mentioned in this chapter

but enjoy :)

Scott slowly pulls me up off the floor, his hands under my armpits as he helps me to up onto my shaky legs. Tears fall down my face as I stand, humiliated. My body is weak as I grip onto his shirt, and he begins to walk me back into the apartment building, I was so close to safety, but it all went wrong. Scott holds me up as my emotions finally get the better of me.

I begin to cry heavily, wiping my sore eyes as the tears drip down my face. Scott rubs my back as he walks me out to the apartment buildings, pulling me closer into his side. He stops in his path and just holds me as my tears become pained sobs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and holding me gently. The blood and mess must not bother him as he places a soft kiss on the side of my head.

"No one's gonna hurt you now, Mitchy... I promise.."

Scott begins to walk with me again, quicker this time as we head towards my apartment.

"Do you have your key?" He says quietly, rubbing my back as we stand outside my door.

"P-P-Pocket.. I'll g-get-"

"No, shh," Scott shakes his head, pursing his lips as he reaches into my pockets, eventually finding my key and unlocking my door. I practically fall through into my apartment, landing on the floor and pressing my back up against the wall.

I finally let myself go, crying heavily as I pull my knees up. Everything hurts, my eyes, my head is hanging, my chest feels so tight, my arms and legs feel bruised and battered.

I feel Scott move beside me, pulling me towards him and lifting me up onto his lap. Curled up into a ball, I cry into the crook of Scott's neck as my hands grab at his shirt. I take the material into my hands as my sobs get more violent.

I haven't cried like this for a very long time. They hurt me, how could they hurt me? After everything I did for them, now look at me.

My frustration builds up as my head throbs, and I feel my hands lashing out as I begin to hit at Scott's chest. My cries become angry as I collapse into his body, hitting him weakly.

"Shh, hey, Mitch..."

Scott takes hold of my hands gently, taking both of mine into one of his. He holds me closer, controlling my outburst and holding me together.

"I've got you, Scotty's got you..."

I sniff, trying to catch my breath as I feel my body calming down in Scott's safety.

"Shall we go clean you up? We'll make sure that you can't feel them on you anymore, Mitchy..." Scott says softly, "come on, sweetie..."

I feel my body being lifted off the ground as Scott stands up, carrying me effortlessly. He walks into the bathroom and sits me on the side.

"Lift up your arms," he whispers, standing directly in front of me.

"I c-can do it-t myself.." I croak, fumbling to pull my shirt off.

Scott grabs at my hands, lifting them to his lips and kissing my knuckles, "Mitch, please, let me help you..."

I sigh, the tears still falling down my cheeks as I let Scott undress me. First pulling off my shirt to reveal my red, bruised back, then slipping my pants off my legs and leaving me in only my boxers.

He slides me off the counter, ensuring that I'm stood on my feet securely before he guides me into the bathtub.

"Sit down..." He says quietly as I shakily sit in the tub. Scott turns on the shower, and I hiss as the water hits my sensitive back.