(ON HOLD INDEFINITELY) Blondie - Scomiche

twenty eight

foreshadowing in this chapter oooooo

"How are you, Mitchy?"

I smile up at Kirstie, stirring my coffee with a spoon as I rest my elbows on the kitchen counter.

"I'm, um.. I'm good, yeah."

Kirstie raises her brow at me, "no, really. How are you? It can't have been.. Easy.."

"Really, I'm fine. I'm over it, I mean, it won't happen again so-"

"Mitch-"

"I'm okay. Really."

She tilts her head, obviously noticing the crack in my voice. I look down at my coffee, attempting to push back the tears and swallow down the lump in my throat.

"Mitch, look at me.."

I shake my head, pursing my lips as Kirstie places an arm on my shoulder.

"Mitch..." Kirstie sighs, "You can't boil the ocean, baby.." She whispers, tilting my chin upwards and meeting my eyes, "but you can boil it a bucket at a time. I know you're not okay.."

I close my eyes, feeling a tear fall. Of course I'm not okay. I'm scared to death, I just got jumped by my ex boyfriend. How am I supposed to trust anyone again? For a while, he made me feel beautiful and then he battered my face until I was black and blue. How could anyone do that?

"You've got to take it slow.." Kirstie says quietly, wiping away a tear, "it will get better but it's gonna take time..."

I nod, sniffling and shaking my head. I've had enough, no more crying. No more.

"What's going on?"

I turn towards Scott as he walks into the kitchen. Kirst and I just took a moment to make everyone coffee, they're all still here.

"You might wanna hug him, Dipdot," Kirstie smiles sympathetically, "I would but there's a kitchen counter between us."

Scott comes to my side, placing his hand on my hip, "what's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing," I reply, running my tongue along my teeth, "I just had a moment, but I'm okay. I'm not gonna cry anymore."

"Mitch, it's okay to cry-"

"No." I snap, "I'm not gonna cry anymore, Scott. I just- ...maybe you should all go? I've loved having you here but I, well I just wanna be by myself for a bit. Please."

Kirstie nods, leaning over and placing a kiss on my cheek, "I'll go tell Avi and Kevin, we'll see you soon, Mitch."

I smile quickly before darting my eyes back down to the floor. Scott is still in front of me, his fingers on my hip bones and his chest directly in front of my face.

"I want to stay with you..." He says softly.

I look up at him, shaking my head slightly, "I just want some time, Scott.. Please.."

"But.. Can I just- i can stay quiet? I don't have to bother you, I mean, I just want to be here.. Please? I just- I want to keep you safe."

"I know you do and I'm so grateful for that... But.."

Scott sighs, resting his forehead against mine, "okay.." He breathes, "then I'll stay in the guest room.. You won't even know I'm here, I.. Please.."

"Scott..."

"Please, Mitch.. I know what you're doing and I won't let it happen, let me look after you.."

I frown, "what do you mean?"