the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

everything's fine pt. 2

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this book is literally just a compilation of my trash writing that only exists because i'm trash

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trigger warning: abuse

That night, Scott had spent the night at Mitch's house. He tried his best to ignore the onslaught of texts he was receiving from John, and Mitch helped. He had completely powered down the device so Scott wouldn't be tempted to go see what John wanted.

In the morning, Scott woke up first. It was strange for him to wake up clothed and not in pain. He smiled sleepily as he saw that he wasn't with John and instead he was wrapped in the arms of his best friend. His eyes closed again and he sighed contentedly. Mitch was awake, but his eyes were still closed, and his fingers were absentmindedly trailing through Scott's hair. A smile formed on his lips when he felt Scott wake up. "Good morning, Scotty." Scott jumped, but he soon relaxed and giggled quietly at his own expense. "Oh, I apologize, Master. I didn't know you were awake."

Mitch's blood turned to ice at the name and his eyes almost instantly snapped open. "What did you call me?"

Scott hesitated, sensing that he'd done something wrong. "M-Master...?"

Mitch shuddered at the name and quickly held Scott close, wishing he could protect the poor boy from the world. "Oh, no, no, honey, please don't call me that. It's just me. I'm still Mitchy." Scott didn't understand, confusion filling his eyes. "But I thought that because I don't belong to him now, I'd belong to you," he said quietly, and Mitch felt his heart break a bit more. "Baby, you don't belong to me. You don't belong to anyone. You're your own person. You control your actions, not John, or me, or anyone else." Scott still didn't quite get it, but he didn't want to seem more stupid than he already did, so he just nodded a bit and murmured a small, "Okay, Mitchy. I'm sorry." Mitch just shook his head and forced a smile, kissing his forehead. "Don't apologize, sweetheart. Now, are you hungry?" he asked gently, rubbing circles into his back.

"No, Mitchy. I'm not supposed to eat until dinner."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm only allowed to eat one meal a day, Mitchy."

Mitch fought back the tears and hugged Scott tightly. "No wonder you're so thin," he whispered, nuzzling his face in Scott's neck. Scott frowned slightly, but hugged him back, feeling bad for making him sad. "I'm not thin, Mitchy. Master says I'm fat." Mitch quickly shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat, clutching tighter onto Scott. "Don't call him 'master', honey. His name is John. And you're not fat, you're worryingly thin. You're probably malnourished. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat. When was the last time you ate, darling?"

Scott was silent for a moment as he tried to remember. "Um... A week ago?"

"Oh my God, it's been a week?" Mitch quickly took Scott's hand and led him to the kitchen, sitting him down in a chair as he rushed around to put together a bowl of cereal. Scott frowned slightly, thinking he'd done something wrong, and wrapped his arms around his stomach. Mitch quickly gave him the food and a spoon. "Eat up, sweetheart. You need food," he said quietly. Scott wordlessly obeyed, and Mitch went around behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, resting his head on his back and allowing his eyes to close. "After you eat, you have to call the police," Mitch whispered without opening his eyes, subconsciously pressing himself against Scott's back. Scott hesitated, glancing back at him. "C-Can I at least try to talk to him first?"