Dedicated to GeorginaSantacroce
❤️❤️❤️ thanks for the support girl!

We were at home now and I was basically carried to the bathroom. I was too weak to even walk.
I slowly take my clothes off and look at the damage that has been done to my body in the mirror. A huge bruise was forming on my upper abdomen where that bitch kicked me and little bruises were scattered on my back. The cut in my wrist looked absolutely disgusting. My eyes are puffy and my face is a sickly pale.

I've seen better days believe it or not.

I turn the shower on and wait for the water to get hot. Once it is, I step in and let my whole body under the piping hot water. The water feels so good on my cold skin. It was as if the water was bringing life back into my helpless corpse. The water was hurting my wrist a lot, but I didn't care. For some reason I wanted to feel that pain. I sit under the showering water. Then, and only then, did I realize what has just happened.

They adopted me! Holy shit! Oh my fucking God! But why would they? Do they really care about me that much?

My mind drifted off after my realization. I didn't notice the water getting cold until it was too late. I get up and wash my hair and body. I wrap my body and hair in a towel and head to my room.

When I enter I immediately notice that something is off. The numerous shopping bags of clothes and other things I had on the floor, were now in the closet and drawers of the dresser. A white vanity with a cushioned seat was put in and all my makeup and jewelry were neatly put in the drawers of the vanity.

"Do you like it?"

The sudden voice startles me and I turn towards the door and see Mitch standing there.

"Yeah I love it. Why did you guys do all of this?" I asks.

"Well it helped me get my mind off of some things like where you were and if you were ok and if I'll ever get to see those pretty brown eyes ever again. Doing this gave me a little hope that we would find you again and we did." He ends with a smile.

I smile a small smile back and turn to a picture that was in a frame and was set on the vanity. As I pick up the frame, I notice that the picture was of Scott, Wyatt, and I on the couch and Scott was asleep on my shoulder and Wyatt in my lap. The memory flashes through my mind making me smile bigger. I feel Mitch come behind me and he wraps his arms around me. We stood there for a couple of second just looking at the picture, until he spoke.

"Rachel what happened to your wrist." He says in vast concern.

He takes the picture out of my hand and puts back down. He takes me to my bed and inspects my wrist, carefully turning my arm to see the whole wound. It looked a lot better than before I took a shower, but it still looks pretty bad.
His focus went from my wrist to my eyes. His eyes were asking for an explanation.

"They handcuffed me.......while I was there. I think the handcuff was too tight." I say, now looking at my wrist.

"Oh my god! Why would they do that? Did they do anything else to you?"

I didn't answer because I didn't want to relive the moments of torture.

"Rachel, please tell me."

I shake my head no and look away.

"I don't want to talk about it." I reply.

Mitch places a protective hand on my arm.

"We eventually have to talk about it Rach. It's not good to keep all this stuff to yourself.

I don't respond because I literally don't know what to say back.

"I'm gunna go make you some tea. Get dressed and jump into bed. I want you to rest and I need to dress that cut on your wrist."

He gets up from the bed and comes in front of me. He gently places his hand around my cheeks. I meet his chocolate eyes. He leans down and plants a kiss on my forehead making me smile a little. He then stands up straight and points to two drawers of my dresser.

"All of your pajamas are in those two drawers. Oh and I know this kinda sound weird but I put all your underwear and bras on the top two drawers. I hope you don't mind that I  touched them."

I chuckle softly and he joins.

"No I don't care. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome baby. Now hurry up and get dressed before you get a cold." And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I dried myself and went to the dresser to get everything I needed. I chuckle as I see one of the drawers are full of Pentatonix shirts. I grab one and some pajama shorts and slip them on. I dry my hair as best I could with a towel and brushed it.
I peel back my covers and slip inside. I prop my pillow so I could comfortably sit up.
I then turn the TV on and just watch whatever channel was previously on which was Spongebob. I watch Spongebob and Patrick doing their antics and Squidward getting really annoyed at the two jokesters.

Couple of minutes later, I hear three knocks at the door.

"Come in." I say.

Scott comes in with a mug in his hand and Wyatt in the other.

"I like your shirt." Scott says with a smirk.

I giggle and carefully grab the mug from his hand making sure not to spill it. Wyatt jumps out of Scott's arms and settles down next to my feet.

"Careful the tea is still hot. It's peppermint tea by the way.

"My favorite." I say.

"Mind if I join you?" Scott asks.

I pat the space next to me, answering his question. He walks to the other side of the bed and slides in. He sits next to me and wraps his arm around me. I lean into his side comfortably.

"Mitch told me about the cut but I didn't think it was this bad though." Scott remarks. He picks up my arm and rests my hand on his as he inspects the cut.

"It doesn't really hurt anymore. It's just ugly to look at." I say.

"Don't worry it won't last long."

"Might leave a scar though."

"Maybe not. Can I have a sip of your tea?" He asks.

"Y-yeah sure." I say. I was surprised at how he didn't care that he was going to drink after me.

I'm just overreacting. The fangirlyness hasn't fully worn off yet. After all I am his daughter. Holy shit that's weird to say. Ugh I hate myself.

Scott takes his desired sip and generously gives me back the mug.
Mitch comes in with a roll of gauze and tape in his hand.

"Alright let me see that wrist." Mitch says.

I set my mug down on my nightstand and sit up straighter.

"I can do it." Scott's voice chimes in.

Both Mitch and I look at him. I then look at Mitch who was still looking at Scott.

"No, it's fine I'll do it."

"Mitchie I'm perfectly able to do it." Scott responds. He then grabs everything out of Mitch's hands.

"Ok well if you need anything just call me. I'll be in my room." Mitch says to me.

I nod and Mitch hesitantly walks out. Scott gently grabs my arm and puts it in his lap. He starts rolling out the gauze and carefully starts putting it around my wrist.

"What was that all about?" I ask.

"I think he feels guilty that we left you for so long in that place that he feels that he should do absolutely everything for you to make up for it."

"But it's not his fault. How would he know that this would happen."

"Well the thing is that Mitch takes things a little bit too harsh. He puts all this blame on himself for something that is out of his control. He's always been like that."

We don't talk for a while and I watch as Scott slowly wraps the gauze around and around my wrist.

"So my last name. What is it?" I ask.

"Grassi-Hoying. Thought you'd figure that one out." Scott says chuckling.

"I did. Just wanted some confirmation." I say.

"All righty! It's all bandaged up. I'm gunna go put the stuff away."

"No I got it. I have to use the bathroom anyways." I grab the stuff and climb out of bed.
I stumble a couple steps because my legs feel like noodles.
I make my way to the bathroom and put the stuff in their correct places. I then go to Mitch's room. I peek inside the crack of the door. Mitch was standing in front of the window. I heard soft sobs. I softly open the door.

"Mitch?"

Mitch turns his head towards me but then turns it back again quickly. He tries to wipe his tears without me seeing but it was obvious that he was crying.

"Did Scott bandage that up good?" He asks after clearing his throat. He now faces me.

"Mitch you know that all of this isn't your fault."

Mitch looks at me with a sort of surprised expression. Then he starts crying. I walk over to him and immediately wrap my arms around him. It's my turn to give someone comfort.

"I know but I knew I could've done something to find you quicker."

"Mitch there was no way you could and that's ok. You can't control everything. Things happen they way the happen and you can't change that. You can't go back in time and erase everything."

He rests his head where my neck meets my shoulder and cries. I feel my shirt sticking to me as it gets wet.

"I know but it hurt me when I saw your wrist and those bruises on your back. Lord knows what other things they did to you."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but now I'm here. I'm with you and Scott and I will never leave y'alls side. Okay?"

I feel him nod his head.  He hugs me tighter.

"I love you." I say. A tear rolls down my cheek. It's been a long time since I've said that to someone and truly meant it.

"I love you too." He responds.

We stand their hugging for a couple minutes. When I'm sure his tears have subsided, I pull away and we lock eyes.

"Promise me that you'll never dwell on the past ever again and that you won't hold yourself accountable for things you can't control." I say.

"I promise."

I hold out my pinkie and he interlocks it with his, swearing his promise.