chapter 28ㅡgood bye.

77 8 1
                                    

Mitch's POV

I hate my mom
I hate my dad

most of all I hate Scott Hoying.

Why would he leave me like this?
He told me he'd protect me.
It seems it was just a lie.
Who heard about Military School, anyway?

I went downstairs and heard him packing in his room. What used to be our room.
I opened the door and sneaked in. He looked up at me, surprised.
"I thought you were mad at me?"

"What about Kirstie?"

He raised an eyebrow "Kirstie?"

"She can't talk normally and your going on a trip for life with her?" I shook my head.
"Nasty man"

"I'm taking her to Candice first, MOM." Scott said, punching me in the arm. "You don't have to worry."

"How could I not worry if you don't have anywhere to go? Where will you go Scott?
And how?"

He bit his lip. "uhm..I think I'll be sleeping at Candice's house until the cure is over... After that.." He shrugged. "I guess I'll go back to being a begger again!"

He said this with a smile but for some reason
I found myself in pain for him.
Real pain I've never been in before. It hurt.

"What about me?" I blurted out, then quicky covered my mouth with my hands.

Scott locked eyes with me. He looked so tired, it made me want to hug him right there.

scream at him, my devil demanded. He's going away forever and you're just letting him go? That's ridiculous. Hold him back.
Break your leg or something.

No, he's bad enough alredy. Let him be.

So you're just letting him go?

"I'm so sorry Mitch...." Scott said quietly.

"I love you."

Scott looked up. "What?"

"I know this will make it worse, but...
I really, really love you Scott." A tear dropped down my face. "Don't go."

Scott's POV

I don't want to..but...

"Mitchie I love you more than anything. Don't look at me that way, you know it's true."
I let a tear drop. "But I have to."

That's it? No kiss?

Shut up devil, I thought.

No he's right.

Angel please

You're leaving him forever. The kid must be heartbroken. At least give him a hug.

I can't.

but you want to. My angel urged. go on.

I looked at Mitch. His chin was quivering.

"Please don't cry, I hate to go."

Not Anymore [Book One]Where stories live. Discover now