I walk away from Anthony. My hands were shaking and my face is red with tears streaming down.
"Rachel come back!" "Rachel!" Anthony screams behind me. I keep
walking. He doesn't follow me. He just screams for me to come back. As if he expects me to run back into his arms so he could make out with me.

I reach the house still sobbing. I open the door and close it hard. I held my breath so I wouldn't make any sobbing noises. They were in the living room. I didn't say anything.

"Hey, your back...." I hear Scott starting to say but he stops when I'm out of his view.

I quickly go up the stairs, not caring if my body was hurting because my heart hurts even more.
I reach the room and once I close the door I breakdown. Letting any noises escape out of me. I slide down the door and stop when I reach the floor. I hug my knees close to my body.
I was crying so hard that I started hiccuping.

When will this pain stop? How many tears have to be shed until this suffering ends?

I hear three soft knocks on the door.

"Rachel?"

It was Scott's soft voice I hear through the door.
I clear my throat and wipe my noise.

"Yeah." I reply, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

I sat there for a couple seconds. The tears ceasing to slow down. I stood up and open the door. Scott takes one look at me and quickly steps into the room and engulfs me in his strong pale arms.
He closes the door with one arm while the other is across my back. Once the door is closed, he wraps me up in his muscular arms and holds me tight to him. I cry into his chest, drenching his gray tank top. He rubs my back up and down to try and comfort me. We were swaying from side to side.

"What did I do to make my life like this." I say in between harsh hiccups.

"Shh, it's okay. It's not your fault. Shh."

Strange noises escape from my mouth
and I'm trying to take deep breaths of air. Scott has his hand on my head protectively, pressing my body up against his.

I finally calm myself down. The tears leaving streak marks on my face. Scott loosens his hold of me and looks into my eyes. I never noticed how piercing blue his eyes were until now.

"You good now?" He asks.

I simply nod, not wanting to use my words.

"You wanna tell me what happened?"

I hesitate and think.

It's kind of boy trouble, so would Scott like know what to say? I guess he would if he's into boys. This is weird. Talking to a guy about boy troubles. But it's a little bit more then that I think? I feel like I should be talking to Mitch about this. But what's the difference between talking to Mitch or Scott? Ugh my mind is so disfunctional.

"You can talk to me about your boy problems . I've had plenty myself." Scott says as though he is reading my mind.

I look down for a moment before grabbing his hand and leading him to sit down on my bed. We sit in the middle of the bed facing each other.

"So.....Anthony said that I should go back to my parents not my parents like the people wh..." I stop myself when Scott reaches out to grab my hand.

Showing me that he knew what I was trying to say.

"He said that I'm running away from my problem and staying with you guys isn't helping at all. I just..."

"Just what?" Scott asks after I didn't continue.

"I just don't understand why he would say this to me. It's like he's forgetting that I have feelings or something. Anthony was always there for me and now I feel like he doesn't care anymore or something. I don't know." I say
hanging my head down.
"I just don't understand why things like this happen to me. What did I do for all these things to happen to me I don't understand."
My voice starts breaking. When I thought I couldn't cry anymore, my eyes fill with tears.

"Rachel you need to stop putting yourself down. All this stuff that's happening, isn't your fault. Everything happens for a reason."

"I know but when is the pain gunna stop? When is it all going to end?"
I tear slowly slides down my cheek.

Scott reaches over with his thumb and wipes it away. He looks straight into my eyes and I do the same.

"I never have gone through anything like this, so I have no idea what it feels like. I don't know what it feels like to live each day with that thought in my head. But what I know is this. I know that I will always be there for you. I know that Mitch will always be there for you. We will take each day at a time together. We will be there to dry your tears and hold you when you need to be. Ok?"

Instead of answering I reach over and hug him tight.

"Let's go watch Stranger Things. It will get your mind off things." Scott says after a few seconds.

We both pull away at the same time. He gets off the bed and holds out a hand to me. I put my hand on top of his and we hold hands all the way to the living room.
The show starts and this time Scott is the one who wraps his arm around my shoulders. Mitch has Wyatt on his lap all cuddled up in a blanket.

I don't know what I did to deserve someone like Scott or Mitch, but I am sure as hell thankful for them both.