I see clothes on the floor. Two pairs of jeans with belts still attached, two shirts that I recognized were Mitch's and Scott's, a black beanie, and two pairs of boxers. A trail of all of this leading to upstairs.

There's no way that they're...

My thoughts were interrupted by thuds and moans of pleasure coming from upstairs.They were faint but at the same time noticeable.

Holy shit!

Then it struck me. Is that what they were keeping secret from me? Are they a thing?!?

I snapped back into reality. I was still in the same position from when I came in. I gently close the door so they wouldn't hear. I walk around the corner. Then I pull out my phone. I go to my message app and tap on Mitch.

R- Coming back

I jog down the street and rounded another corner. I was going to run around the neighborhood which will take me about 15 to 20 minutes. That should be enough time for them to.....finish and hopefully this time I will be able to clear my mind.

My whole body was begging for me to stop. Every muscle in my body was throbbing. I decide to sit down for a bit. I slowly bend down and put my hand on the curb and plop down. I groan as the action sends pain throughout my whole body.

"And I thought yesterday was eventful." I murmur to myself.

It felt like the day had already past but it was only 12:30. I probably felt that way because I was so tired.

I go over the events that played today. First my mom was a complete maniac chasing me. Then Mitch and Scott are having fun in the bedroom which might mean that they're a couple unless they both got really drunk and don't know what their doing. That could be a possibility. But what about the secret conversations they had about keeping something secret? Also what about them cuddling on the couch last night?

Mitch said he was waiting for the right time. When is that?!?!

I hold my head in my hands as I groan in frustration.

What are the keeping from me?

I feel my phone vibrate, disrupting me from my thoughts.

M-Ok

They must be "done."

I get up and slowly jog back to the house. Every step sending pain through my legs.

I get there and hesitantly open the door. No clothes. Good. No noises. Good. They were both on the couch watching TV.

"How was your run?" Scott ask as both of them look in my direction.

"Great." I say.

I look at them. They look at me. Silence blanketed itself over us. Not the good silence. The awkward one. I rock back and forth on the heels of my feet.

"I...um...am gunna go take a shower." I say. Pointing in the direction of the stairs.

They both glance at each other.

"Ok...." Replies Mitch.

I walk out of their view. Damn that was so awkward. I head up the stairs to the bathroom. I going to have to try harder to act like I don't know anything. I strip off my clothes and look in the mirror above the sink. I turn to my side to find a bruise on my shoulder and hip and a couple of little cuts from when I fell. They were pretty big. They were both a little bit bigger than a size of a golf ball. The bruises are going to take some days until they disappear.

I start my shower. I was hoping the hot water would soothe my muscle a bit.

Tomorrow is gonna be rough, I thought as I gently lather shower gel all over my body. Getting rid of all the dirt and sweat.

I get out of the shower and put some comfortable clothes on. I then wrap my hair up in a towel. Once I'm done, I decide to go downstairs.

I slowly walk to the stairs and I take one step at a time. My knuckles are white from gripping the rail. The hot water did not help all.

I slowly walk over to the living room. Mitch was there on the couch. I walk over to him, trying my best not to show that I'm in pain. I fail to do so.

"You okay?" He asks concerningly.

"Define okay." I reply as I plop down on the couch.

"What's wrong?" He turns to me now.

"Just a little sore from the run." I lie. Well it wasn't a complete lie. I just haven't ran as hard as I did when I was fleeing from you know who in a while. Plus the hard impact of the fall added to the soreness.

"Here. Let me give you a little elevation."

He gently grabs my legs and puts them on his lap. I turn my body in his direction as well.

"What's this?" He asks as he focuses his attention to my ankle where the big scratch from the fence was.

He lightly touched it. I pull back a little at the touch.

"Oh I just tripped on stick and it scratched me."

He observes the two long scratches that start on the inside of my ankle and along the top of it.

"Let me get a band-aid."

He lifts my legs slightly as he gets up and he puts them back down on the couch.

A couple seconds later he returns with a band-aid and Neosporin. He puts my legs back on his lap. He starts tearing the paper off as my phone vibrates in my hand. I see someone has texted me but I don't recognize the number.

?- hey Rachel its Scott. I need you to distract Mitch. I bought him something and I don't want him to see. He thinks that I'm at the bank. I'll be home in about five minutes. Oh and I got ur number from Mitch's phone if you were wondering.

I look up from my phone. Mitch was still tending to my wound.

R- ok. I'll try to distract him as long as possible.

S- thank you

"So where did Scott go?" I ask.

"He went to the bank. He said he won't be long." Mitch says. He was on his phone now scrolling through Instagram.

I think about what to do to distract Mitch. Then an idea pops into my head.

"Hey Mitch."

"Yeah."

"Can I give you a makeover?"

He looks up from his phone and meets my eyes. His eyes were full of excitement.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I giggle and he joins me.

"Come on let's go upstairs." I say.

He gets up and runs upstairs. I slowly follow behind him, shaking my head at his excitement.

When I get into the room, Mitch already was sitting in a chair waiting.

I get all of my makeup from the bathroom and put it on my bed next to where Mitch it sitting. I start with the foundation. He didn't need concealer just under his eyes because his face is absolutely flawless. As I was starting on a smoky eye, I hear the front door close.

"I'm home!" Scott yells.

"We're up here!" I yell back.

I finish the smoky look on both eyes and move to the eyeliner. Scott comes in.

"Oh my god!" Scott says when he looks at Mitch.

"What? What did she do to my face?" Mitch says panicky.

"Nothing! She just did a really good job. Like it's beautiful." Scott replies. His hand still covering his mouth in awe.

I finish the look with a deep matte red color.

"All done!" I say grabbing the hand mirror. I show Mitch what he looks like.

"Oh my god......Rachel!" He says snatching the mirror to look at everything.

"Do you not like it?" I say.

"Are you kidding me! I fucking love this!" Thank you so much!" He says as he puts down the mirror and gathers me up in a hug. "I have to go take a picture of this before I mess it up."

He runs out of the room. I giggle to myself and start putting my makeup away. Scott comes into my room.

"Thanks for distracting him."

"Well it didn't take much effort."

I finish putting all of my makeup away and clean up any powder that got on the bed. My phone vibrates in my back pocket.

A- hey I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk.

R- yeah sure

A-ok I'll be there in five minutes

R- ok I'll be waiting

I realize that I don't look very well since I don't have any makeup on. I go to the bathroom and I am able to put some foundation and eyeshadow on when Anthony get here.

"I'm going on a walk with Anthony. I'll be back soon." I tell Scott.

"Ok have fun. Don't do anything crazy."

I smile and roll my eyes at him.

I get outside and Anthony is at the end of the driveway.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi." I simply reply.

He takes my hand and we start down the street. My body is still really sore but I didn't care. I was with Anthony. That's all that mattered.

"So why did you want to go on a walk?" I ask

"I don't know. I mean the weather is nice and it's just a really beautiful day so I wanted to enjoy it with a really beautiful girl.

A heat rises to my cheeks. I smile a smile that won't go away.

"I also wanted to talk to you about something." Anthony says.

My smile quickly drops.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Well about the whole situation.....your situation."

I don't say anything I just keep walking and look at the ground.

"Rachel why don't you just go back to your home. You're not helping yourself by living with Scott and Mitch. You're running away from the situation instead of trying to solve it."

I come to a stop.

"Anthony are you kidding me right now!"

I yank my hand away and take a step back. We're are face to face.

"Why would I go back there? What would that accomplish?" I yell.

My hands start shaking.

"Rachel I....."

"And what do you mean by I'm not helping myself staying with Scott and Mitch? You have no idea what they have done for me! I can't believe you right now! You have no idea what I'm going through. You don't know how hard it is! You don't know how much it hurts!"

Tears stream down my face but I don't wipe them away. He looks at me with a blank face.

I scoff and turn to go back to the house. He grabs my hand.

"Rachel wait."

"Fuck off Anthony."

I walk down the street and don't look back. The angered expression turned into sadness.

Why would he say that to me?