Chapter 22

                                    

                                          
For Cake1331
                          
A/N: There will be no sequel!!
                          
"Good morning Mitch." Zel gave me a hug as I walked into the kitchen. I gladly wrapped my arms around the little girl. It was Monday and that meant tomorrow I was going over my dad's house to meet his wife and play with my own siblings. I was so happy in this life. No drugs even though I wished for them every now and then. Speaking of drugs, I had to see Troy today. I was planning on going after school.
                          
"Do you want me to come with you?" Scott asked after I had explained the situation. I was leaning against the counter while he made breakfast.
                          
"No. It's probably fine." There was a hesitation to my answer. I didn't know if that was true so how was I suppose to ease Scott's mind. 
                          
"You know I'm always here for you right?" I nodded with a grateful smile. What was I suppose to do? I guess I could ask Jake to come with me. But I know he's busy tonight. I would just have to do this alone. And Troy is one man. What's the worse that can happen when I have my wits together?
                          
"It's going to be a breeze. Nothing to worry about." It came out as a half statement, half question. What if I was lying? What if everything went wrong.
                          
"I can go Mitch." Scott wrapped his arm around my waist to comfort me.
                          
"No. You have to take Zel to soccer practice." He glanced over to his sister before kissing me. I felt a shiver go down my spine. He just kissed me so gently. And I wasn't craving for another of sex. I was willing to wait for whenever we both thought it was safe enough. I didn't want to risk him getting put in jail. 
                          
"You be careful." He gave me a small kiss behind one of the cars. Then he held my hand for as long as he could as we walked up to the school. "I love you."
                          
"I love you too Scott." I smiled as I walked away. God he was amazing.
                          
"What's up with that smile?" Jake began walking next to me. "Something good happen this weekend?" I held my binder close to my chest with a small blush.
                          
"You could say that." He put his arm around my shoulder. 
                          
"Congrats Mitchie." I was smiling so wide that my dimples were probably indenting my cheeks. "I've never seen you this happy."
                          
"I've never felt this happy." I couldn't believe what had happened to me. I felt like a whole different person. People saw me as a whole different person. I was just so content. Even if my boyfriend had to avoid eye contact when I was in his class. I love it. Scott's so handsome and he gets a certain sparkle when we lock eyes. It was just for me.
                          
"The staff was talking about you today." I was sitting on Scott's desk. He was in his chair grading papers.
                          
"Really?"
                          
"They said you changed and that you are paying more attention. So close." He held up my paper. It had an eighty nine on it. No favoritism was given to me.
                          
"And what do you think?"
                          
"I don't think you changed. I think you're being who you truly are." He looked up at me, his hand propping his chin up. I wanted to kiss him. But every one of the window in his room was open and I couldn't risk. I probably shouldn't even be behind his desk. "Are you going to your fifth period today?"
                          
"Yeah. So I have to say goodbye now. I won't see you later." He walked me to the door and pulled me out of view to pull me into a short kiss. I bit my lip when he broke the kiss. 
                          
"Bye Mitch."
                          
"Bye." I have him a little wave as I walked away. Then it was boring fifth period and off to Troy's. I knocked on the drug dealer's door. He answer with a small smile. "Hey." I didn't know what I was suppose to say. He roughly grappled my arm. "Ow."
                          
"Oh stop complaining." It felt like his nails were digging into my skin. I pulled my arm away after we had went in his bedroom.
                          
"You're an ass!" He stood at the door with his arms crossed.
                          
"Do you mind not yelling at my son?" I tensed at the sound of that voice. It couldn't be. I took a slow step so I was facing the source. I could feel the fear in my mind heightening. Chris Willius. He was sitting in the recliner by the bed. "Fucking another teacher I'm told." I couldn't speak. I was frozen. He was suppose to be in jail for twenty years. What was he doing here?
                          
"I'll wait outside." Troy went out in the hallway, locking the door from the other side. I was stuck in here with Chris. I couldn't believe this. It has to be a nightmare.
                          
"There was no actual evidence. Only eye witness. No semen. Not even pre-cum. After another trial, I was released." I swallowed nervously, staring at the ground. "Did you think you were safe?"
                          
"I thought...." I didn't even know what I thought. I thought I was going to be happy. I thought I was going to be normal. For once in my life, I wanted everything to be okay. I gasped as a needle was stuck in my arm. My hand shot to Chris's throat.
                          
"It's going to be okay now."
                          
"No." I let out a small sob. I was clean. I didn't want this.
                          
"This is a special blend Mitch. It's going to make you very happy." I fell to my knees as whatever he put in my arm seemed to take over. I should have brought Scott with me. I would have been safe.
                          
I don't know what happened. I black out after awhile. When I came back to consciousness, I was on the side of the road and a car was driving away. I stood up in pain. And I began walking. I didn't know where I was going. I just needed to find my way back to Scott.
                          
"Are you okay?" I flinched away when a stranger came up to me. He was trying to speak calmly. "You're bleeding." My eyes probably look dulled. He knew I was high. I began to sob.
                          
"I didn't want to...." 
                          
"Let's get you to the hospital." I shook my head, stopping him from coming forward.
                          
"No. I can't." I fell to my knees. Everything was spinning.
                          
"I'm taking you to the hospital." I couldn't respond. I felt like I was going to throw up as the man helped me into his car. Then he began driving, telling me that everything would be okay. I sure hoped so.