The Boy That Changed My Life

Mitch's P.O.V.

I stayed awake with Scott for the rest of the night. I moved us over to my bed and held him in my arms. I now understood why every time I hugged him he would give me his whole body weight. I now understood why he used to not talk in school. I now understood why he wore sweaters all the time. I also now understood why he flinched when someone came to near to him.

Scott did fall asleep again, probably from emotional exhaustion. Although I could not find sleep. My mind was running around in circles. How had I not noticed? Why did I not ask before? Why didn't he tell me?

I rested my head against the head board of my bed, imagining Scott sat in a corner a dark shadow cast over him. I imagined a large hand moving out in front of his face and whacking him as hard as he could. I could almost hear the sound of hand against skin echo throughout my thoughts.

The moment the sun began to rise Scott began to stir. He woke up suddenly and stood straight up taking no notice of me. He looked around the room and then realised where he was. He then turned back to my bed and looked at me.

"Where are you going?" I asked as he began to walk to the door.

"I have to go and get my chores done before He wakes up." Scott said.

"You are not going anywhere! Especially not back to that man." I said standing up and blocking the way in front of Scott.

"Please Mitch, if I don't go now." He whispered pleading with his eyes.

"I am not letting you go back to him! I will not let the happen. You are never going back to that house as long as he's there!" I warned him. Scott stepped back his features lit up in fear. "I am not going to let him hurt you."

Scott closed his eyes tightly and I stood and watched. I could physically see the images moving across his face. He was remembering back to last night. He was also remembering back to being at the place he calls home.

When his eyes reopened he shook his head. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He placed his hands over his face and stepped backwards landing down onto my bed.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"For putting my problems onto you." He whispered.

"You do not need to be sorry about that. Okay? Do you want a hug?" I asked as his body began to shake again. He nodded his head, so my arms moved up and around his body. He shifted so he was facing me and his arms moved around my body too.

After a while of silence, Scott moved his head so he could look at me. His eyes suddenly looked different. They weren't worried or scared. They weren't happy though either. He blinked once and then opened his mouth. "I love you." He whispered.

In that moment I had never felt that feeling before. This overwhelming swelling in my chest took over my body and made me dizzy. I felt like I wasn't in my own body. I was someone else, somewhere else. I truly could not believe my ears.

I looked over Scott's face. I couldn't believe that the most beautiful person I had ever met had just said that to me. The most beautiful and the most broken.

Scott looked down at his feet, moving back a little. That's when I realised I hadn't answered. I hadn't said anything.

I shifted forward to get closer to him. His head lifted and I noticed the tears in his eyes. "I love you too." I whispered. Scott's face lit up even brighter, his hands moved to my face and suddenly his lips were on mine.

I could feel Scott's pain disappear from his lips and vanish into thin air. He knew. He knew that he was safe now. That no one would let him get hurt. I could tell how thankful he was. He was trying to put his whole thanks into the kiss he was giving me now.

Suddenly, I felt something pop into my head. I slowly broke away from the kiss, realising that we were lying down. "Scott, I need to tell my parents." I said. "About what's happening. They can help. Do you want to tell them with me?" I asked.

"I... I can't talk to them about it. Th-they'll look at me d-differently." Scott stammered, laying back to look up at the ceiling. I lay back next to him.

"They are not going to look at you differently. I'm not looking at you differently. They are going to fix this." I reassured him, placing my hand in his.

"Do you want to get ready? We can go for a walk?" I suggested, sitting up and walking to my closet. I began to lift my shirt over my head. I turned around when Scott didn't answer me. He was watching me get changed. "Horny, fucker." I said throwing my dirty shirt at his face.

"What? I.....no... I'm!" Scott stuttered. His face went bright red as he averted his eyes and tried to look anywhere but at me.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say!" I joked taking out two towels and putting them over my arm. "Do you want to shower first or will I?" I asked, throwing one of them at Scott who still had regained composure.

"I don't have any more clothes with me." He said, catching the towel.

"You can take something of mine." I said pointing towards my wardrobe. Scott looked at me and laughed.

"I'm like six feet taller than you." He stood up and walked over to me to emphasise his height. I rolled my eyes.

"You can have some of my sisters boyfriends old stuff if you want. I'll bring it in when your out of the shower. Now go." I commanded, pushing him out the door.

He took a quick shower and I went into my sisters old room to get clothes from her wardrobe. I took out a pair of jeans and an old sweater. They surely would fit Scott.

I took them into my bedroom where Scott was sat on my bed. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His back was covered in black, blue and yellow. There was no skin free of bruising. There was cuts up and down his arms, seemingly from being pushed to the ground. Some looked deeper though. They looked as though they had been done with something sharp. Only now did I notice the fingerprints on the back of his neck, barely covered by his hair.

I walked forward and to the other side of the bed. Scott was staring ahead, seemingly in a daze. "Here you go." I whispered, still shocked by what I had just seen. He looked up and smiled, taking the clothes from me.

"Thanks." He said. I took this opportunity to check out his chest which was worse than his back. I could see the outlines of his ribs in a deep purple colour. His collar bones seemed to stick out for miles. There were burns all up the front of his right arm, some fresh, some scared. I could almost make out the outline of everyone of his bones on his chest in bruises.

"D-do they hurt?" I asked, finally looking back up at his face. The bruise that was just under his eye didn't seem half as bad now compared to what had just be revealed.

"A little. I'm so used to them now though. They're just in awkward places." He admitted.

"Have you seen a doctor?" I asked, taking his right arm into my hand and examining the burns. Scott shook his head. "We should ask Mom if she can bring you. After I've told her of course." I said.

I leant my head down and gently kissed all the burns on the arm that I was holding. I had to fix this. I had to fix him.