Found

One

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I opened my eyes. White. That was what I saw first. I gasped.

"Mitch?" It was a familiar voice, one that seemed like it came from a childhood dream, choked by tears. A face appeared. Blonde hair fell over me as a pair of dark eyes stared at me. I knew this face, though it was older than I remembered.

"Kirstin." I croaked out, forgetting momentarily that I was always to address another of higher status as Miss or Sir. I felt something wet fall on my face. She was crying. "What is wrong, Princess?" I asked and she cried even harder.

"Four years. You were gone four years. After they found that girl and confirmed that you had been in that house with her, I thought you were dead!" She sobbed. I tried to lift a hand up to touch her face, but they felt numb. All of me felt numb as her words reached me.

I looked away from her to stare at my hand. Why wasn't it moving? "What the fuck?" I cursed, then froze, trying to shrink in on myself, eyes squeezed shut, waiting. I knew what was coming. There was always some sort of punishment.

She must've seen my freeze because she hugged me. At first it was nice, but memories flashed up in me of pain and torture and I began to scream and cry, shaking my head.

"No. No. I'm sorry." I choked out, my heart beat loud in my ears and I kept seeing the sneering faces. Then that voice again.

Way to fucking go, baby. Crying. Grow you, you slutty bitch. No one cares. You are a fucking burden to everyone, Faggot. Here is a suggestion that will make the world a brighter place. Kill yourself. Everyone would be so much better off without you. See, your best friend is crying, all because of you. And now doctors are going to come running in here, leaving behind people that need their help more, all because you are an emotional whore.

"I know, I know." I whispered around my sobs. "I am a burden. Nothing more. I'm sorry. Please, don't cry. I'm not worth it. Please!" I looked at her teary eyed as I laid there, shaking, afraid, sick of myself always causing problems for everyone.

"Mitch? You are not a burden. Don't you ever think that." She said harshly, her cries silenced.

"I'm sorry, miss. I promise I won't do it again. I accept your punishment for my error." I whispered to her, looking away.

"Oh. Mitch, what did they do-" Her voice was cut off by another.

"What is going on here? What is wrong?" I didn't look up, just kept my eyes diverted.

"I-I don't know. I hugged him and he began to scream." Kirstie answered.

"Ma'am, he has been through a nightmare much worse than anything. I'll bet he was reacting the way he would had he still been where they saved him from."

I laid there, trying to calm myself down, trying to stop myself from being a deadweight.

"Now that he is awake, I will go contact his parents. Why don't you come with me, so he can calm down?" There was the sound of reversing footsteps, barely audible around my loud, shaky breaths. I looked to the other side of me and saw Tuesday, sleeping peacefully. He looked more rested than he had in months.

As I finally managed to get my self back in control, his eyes opened.

"Tuesday?" I asked weakly and he turned his head in my direction.

"Mitch! Oh thank god!" He gave me a smile. "I thought you were dead. Almost like our first day with her." Both of us nodded, knowing that that was all we could do. We both knew it wasn't something to joke about.

I sighed. "I wish our beds were closer, or that I was able to get to my feet so I would over there to you." I told him and he nodded.

"I have wished that everyday." He agreed.

"How long have we been here. How long have I been out?"

"You've been out for the days, mostly because of the doctors. They said you needed to sleep to heal." That voice.

"Scott." I ground out.

"Good to see you back, Mitch." He walked over. "I promised you, didn't I?" He asked.

"Promised what? That you would get me into that hell hole? Because that was without my consent." I spat at him. I hated him too much to let fear of punishment hold my tongue.

"No, that I would get you out. And that is exactly what I did. Don't you remember me crouching outside your cage?" He then paused for only a second. "Maybe not, you already seemed so far gone by then."

"I remember. But I never remember you promising me."

"Yeah, I doubted you would. You seemed to hate me."

I just stared at him, eye wide. "Hate you? I loathe you. You took me from my family, handed me over to men who used me, treated me like nothing more than-"

"Mitch!" Another voice I knew cut me off. My mother. "My child!" She ran forward but Scott stopped her.

"Ma'am, your son has been through quite the ordeal. I think hugging him is a very bad idea." He spoke softly.

"Who are you to tell us what is good for him and what is not?" My dad. I remembered that tone all too well. The one he used when others told him what to do.

"Someone who has seen the places this kids come from. Many of them are physically and verbally abused daily for hours on end, for no other reason other than it brings someone else you to see the light in their eyes die. Your son was found bleeding, covered in cuts, put there by someone else's hands. Hugging him is not an option." Scott growled. He seemed bigger than he actually was when he spoke like that.

Great. What the hell is he protecting a worthless slut like you for? You don't deserve it.

"Why?" I spoke up. I looked straight at him as his blue eyes flicked over to me.

"Why what, Mitchie?" My mother asked.

"Why do you care, Hoying?" I looked at him. In the back of my head, I knew that I was going to be punished for speaking out. But I had to. "Why do you care so much now? You seemed content to be on Alex's side when talking about how worthless I am."

"Because, Mitch. I have always cared."

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And you all thought you were rid of me. *cackles* anyway, yay! Chapter 1, book 2. More pain, more death, so read with caution. Self harm and suicide warnings, as well as depression, and Mitch's voice. I cannot promise happy chapters, nor can I promise a happy book ending.

Anywho, hope you enjoy Found.

Oh, and stay sexy,
-Scomiche❤🍓❤