She's back.

And better than ever.

I'm sorry for taking so long.

Here's what you've all been waiting for.

Let the ride begin.

P.S: This whole story ( and yes, the whole story) will be in Scott's P.OV.

WARNING: retarted mention

I sighed to myself as I pulled up to the school, noticing Kirstie right away. Her arms were crossed and she looked agitated, sighing in relief when she saw me. She walked up, shaking her head as looked back at the office and then at me.

"What happened this time?" I asked, knowing exactly what happened before Kirstie even said anything. I still wanted to know though. "What did he do?"

I noticed how Kirstie cringed slightly when I said he, making me wonder why she did that. She was quick to cover up her actions, even though I saw it right away.

Why did she do that?

"Mitch yelled at another Special Ed teacher," Kirstie replied in an agitated voice, shaking her head as Mitch came outside. Even from a distance you could tell that he was crying very hard at whatever the principal told him. "Mitchell, come here, now."

"Just because you're two minutes older than me does not mean you could boss me around," Mitch retorted, his slight slur making his words less commanding. Kirstie sighed, shaking her head as she opened the car door and sat in the front seat. "I just want to go home and hug Rila."

"Daddy might take away Rila," Kirstie reminded Mitch, looking away when Mitch widened his eyes. She hated it when Mitch knew he was in trouble. "You know better than yelling at Miss. Layla, Mitchell. You're a nice boy. Nice boys don't treat people in a mean way."

"She was being to me though," Mitch exclaimed, sobbing loudly as he covered his face. I bit my lip, trying my best not to intervene with the siblings. "She's the meanest person ever! I hate her!"

"Mitchell," Kirstie scolded, knowing that her brother wouldn't hear her because of his loud wails. She sighed, looking back to me with a sad look in her eyes. "Do you mind driving us to Cold Stone? I need to calm him down."

I nodded, turning on the left signal to signal that I was leaving the lane to go to Mitch's favorite ice cream place. Mitch looked over to look out the window, sniffling a bit before he looked at me through the little mirror that is on the car roof.

"Why are we getting ice cream?"

"You're upset and I want to make you happy," I answered, managing to make him smile just a bit. I smiled myself, wanting nothing more than seeing Mitch smiling. "Just to get you happy."

"Really?" Mitch asked, the 'r' sounding more like a 'w'. I nodded, parking as Mitch unbuckled his seatbelt and hugged me tightly. "I love you, Scott."

I smiled softly as Kirstie watched, so small smile making its way across her tired face.

"I love you, Mitch."

~~~

"Here's your ice cream, Mitch. Don't eat too fast or you'll get a tummy ache."

Mitch nodded, smiling as he licked the ice cream in the kiddy cone I bought for him. He was on my lap, kicking his feet back and forth when he saw a coloring book next to Kirstie. He adjusted himself, clearing his throat before talking.

"Kirstie, may you pass me a coloring book? I want to color something for Daddy."

"Sure, baby," Kirstie replied, taking the coloring book put of the box it was in. She handed it to her brother, smiling sweetly. "Make sure you leave a page for the other kids, okay?"

"Okay."

I smiled as Mitch turned to a page, one that had a kitting on it. The kitten was paying with yarn and had a smile on its small face, making the small boy on my lap giggle slightly. He took out a gray crayon and began to color when a little girl next to us looked over. She had to be no more than five, her blonde hair in pigtails and her brown eyes full of innocence and wonder. She tilted her head at Mitch, who was currently humming a nursery rhyme of some sort. The little girl frowned and pulled on her mom's shirt, getting her mom's attention right away.

"Mommy, that boy is acting weird. Is he sick?"

Her mom looked up at Mitch, scoffing as she shook her head. She looked at her daughter, her face full of disgust before she spoke.

"Sick in the mind. He's retarted."

Mitch looked up instantly, raising an eyebrow at the woman befire offering his hand. He had a big smile on his face while Kirstie and I glared at the woman. How dare she speak like that? It's not the 1960s.

"No, I'm Mitch! My name is retarted. That's a silly name," Mitch replied, giggling as he ripped the paper out. "Kids at my school call me that all the time, even though I say all the time that my name is Mitch. Is my name very that hard to remem-"

"I don't care," the woman hissed, taking her daughter by the arm. She slammed her hand down on our table, making Mitch jump slightly. He hates loud noises. "Your parents should have called you retarded because that's what you are. You should have been aborted."

That was the final straw.

Kirstie stood up silently, her milkshake in hand. Before I knew it, the woman had Kirstie's milkshake all over her and her clothes. The woman screamed while people around us laughed or looked in shock, wondering what happened before all that happened. Mitch dropped his jaw, looking at his sister with wide eyes before he spoke.

"Kir-"

"Let's go, now. Dad is expecting us."

Mitch whimpered slightly, afraid to face the consequences his dad most likely inflict upon him once he got home. He put his head on my shoulder, looking up at me with tear filled eyes.

"I'm scared, Scotty. He's going to get mad at me."

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't argue with that. Gerald was a strong man and even though he has never laid a hand on his children, he knew how to handle punishments. He once made Kirstie clean the entire house by herself when she snuck out to be with her ex-boyfriend. He was hardcore when it came to punishments. Of course, he is not as strict with Mitch as he is with Kirstie, but Mitch did receive a lot of them.

"Let's just go home, Tiny. Everything will be okay."

"Okay, Giant," Mitch whispered, wrapping his arms around my neck. I stood up, putting my arms under his knees so I could hold him. "I trust you."

I hope I'm right.

~~~

It turns out that Mitch was grounded for two weeks after want happened. He yelled at Mrs. Layla for making him do an assignment he couldn't do. He told her multiple times that he couldn't do it, but she just told him to ask the people around him.

So he yelled at her.

And used a lot of colorful language towards her.

Mitch knew a lot of bad words because of the students around him and Gerald prohibited Mitch to use them, but the boy just blew up and used them. Now he's getting in trouble for it.

"Miss. Layla is mean though, Dad," Mitch whimpered, tears in his brown eyes as he crossed his arms. Gerald sighed, running a hand down his face before responding.

"Miche-Mitchell, you have to realize that Miss. Layla is your teacher. You have to treat her nicely."

"Why should I be nice to someone who's mean to me?!" Mitch yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks as his face got red. Kirstie shook her head while I sighed, trying to find out a way to calm down Mitch while trying to figure out why Gerald almost messed up Mitch's name. "She's mean to me! She yells at me and makes me feel stupid! She's makes me...makes me feel..."

Mitch tried to figure out the right word to use, widening his eyes when he finally found out which one to use.

"RETARTED!"

Kirstie gasped, covering her mouth as tears gathered up in her eyes. Gerald couldn't speak, his eyes wide and jaw dropped as he looked at his son. I didn't even know how to react. Mitch has always been called...that word, but never knew how to use it.

Looks like words really do have an impact on people.

"Mitchell Coby Michael Robinson, never use that word again," Gerald commanded, tears gathering up in his hazel eyes as he looked to me and Kirstie. "Where did he hear that?!"

"People at school," Kirstie whispered before breaking down in tears. She stood up, wiping her eyes as her body shook from her sobs. Gerald looked back to Mitch, wiping his eyes roughly.

"You are not grounded anymore. I'll speak to the principal about this."

Mitch nodded and was about to leave when he turned to Gerald, frowning slightly.

"What does retarted mean, Daddy?"

"It's a mean word, Mimi. Never use it again, understood?"

"Yes, Papa. May I go upstairs now?"

"Yes you may."

Mitch skipped upstairs, humming a song as I stood up to follow him when Gerald called me back. I nodded and was quite suspicious at the look on his face. I was to ask what was wrong when he spoke up.

"My child has a secret she doesn't want to tell yet. Please respect it if you find out too early."

I nodded, walking upstairs as I chucked a bit. Kirstie has a secret? What is it? Did she lose her virginity to Jeremy? The couple did seem to be more close and personal with each other so it won't surpirse me if they did.

What? I'm her best friend. I care abo it this stuff.

I knocked on Mitch's door, hearing Mitch gasp slightly. I raised my invisible eyebrow, frowning as I put my hand on my hip.

"Mitch, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'm just...changing! Yeah, changing!"

"Okay."

In less than a second, Mitch opened the door and looked nervous, pulling on his shirt roughly. I don't know if I'm just seeing things or not, but I could see something that is similar to a bra strap on Mitch's shoulder. It has to be me seeing things.

Right?

"Do you want to color with me?" Mitch asked innocently, fluttering his long eyelashes. I shrugged my shoulders, smiling when Mitch handed me a coloring book. "Yay! Now, be careful of which one you choose. I'm still coloring some on there."

I nodded, humming as I opened the coloring book. Mitch was on his bed and already coloring, singing a song he loved loudly. I smiled and was about to sing along when something caught my eye.

A bralette was in Mitch's drawer.

Did he steal that from Kirstie?

"Mitchy, why do you have a bra in your drawer? Those are for girls, silly."

Mitch widened his eyes and took the bralette out of his drawer, laughing quietly before he stuffed into under his pillow.

"That's Kirstie. She must have left it in here. I'll give it to her later."

I nodded, turning my attention back to the coloring book yet one thing was on my mind.

Why did Mitch have Kirstie's bralette in his drawer?

A/N: I'M SO HAPPY THAT THIS IS BACK! It's going to be SO much better than the last one.:) Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤