Broken And Alone (Up for adoption)

part 6

Scott

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Mitch.
"Hey Scott. Could Travis come for the meeting? He said he is interested in out 'creative process'"
I sighed. I don't really want to see Travis. He stole my best friend. My crush. But if it'll make Mitch happy...
"That should be fine. Let me check with Avi, he is the one in charge."
I texted Avi and he was fine with it.
"It is okay for him to come. See you guys at 6!" I said.
I leaned back and patted my lap for Wyatt to jump up. I miss Mitch... Every time I see Wyatt I think of him. Every time I think of Mitch I have an internal debate.
I miss Mitch
But he is so annoying
He is happier with travis
You deserve better then him
He deserves better then you

I sighed. I haven't seen him sense he left, which was 4 days ago.
It was 5:30 now so I should probably get ready. I put on a white button up shirt and black dress pants. I styled my hair in the bathroom and put on my shoes. I quickly fed Wyatt before jumping in my car to head to the restaurant.

"Reservation for Kaplan." I said to the host.
He led me to a table where everyone but Mitch and Travis sat.
"Hey Scott." Kirstie said as I took a seat beside her.
We sipped our waters and made small talk into Mitch get here. I saw them walking towards us, walking very close together. Mitch had one hand behind Travis.
"Hello everyone." Mitch said. Him and Travis took their seats beside Avi and Kevin.
We ate and talked about our new album. Travis and Mitch would occasionally exchange whispers.
"Mitchie... Will you come to with me to the bathroom? I need your help fixing my hair." Travis said quietly to Mitch.
They got up and walked away. I looked back to the table and saw Esther, her eyes were wide and she was staring at Mitch as they walked towards the restrooms.

Mitch

We walked into the restaurant, Travis had sneaky pinned my arm behind my back. My hand painfully pushed between my shoulder blades.
"Hello everyone." I said. I sat down between Travis and Kevin.
We started our meeting. Everyone was throwing around ideas but I stayed, for the most part, quiet.
"Mitch. Talk. They are looking at you weird." Travis hissed into my ear.
"Yes sir." I whispered back.
I started giving ideas for the album cover. Every so often I would zone out and Travis would threaten me.
"Mitchie...? Will you come to the bathroom with me? I need your help fixing my hair." He said quietly, but loud enough for the others to hear. We stood up and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it so tight it felt like the bones would brake. He checked to make sure the bathroom was empty before slamming me into the wall.
"They are looking at you! And not just because you are fat and ugly! You aren't trying hard enough! And you know what that means, don't you Mitch?" He asked.
I cringed at the thought, and my back started stinging.
"Yes sir." I said.
He kneed me in the stomach. I fell to the ground and threw up my dinner in the closest toilet.
He pulled me up and pushed me towards the sink. I washed my face and ran my hand through my hair.
He pinned my arm behind my back and I bent awkwardly to try and relieve some of the pain but he forced me up right. We walked back to the table and my eyes met Esther's. She looked sad and scared but I was begging her with my eyes to keep quiet. She took a breath and made her face look happy.
I sat and tried to talk more. At about 8:30 our conversations were coming to a close.
"Mitch. We are leaving. Now." Travis said in my ear.
"Yes sir." I said.
"We should be going." I said awkwardly, fighting tears as Travis squeezed my hand with his nails digging into the back of my hand.
Esther noticed and dug her face into Avi's shoulder. Everyone said their farewells and we walked out of the restaurant, leaving my feeling of safety behind.

Esther

I watched in horror as Mitch walked into the bathroom with Travis. I shut my eyes and put my head in my hands.
"You okay E?" Avi asked, putting a hand on the small of my back.
"Just a headache." I said in a small voice. I felt sick to my stomach.
What if he is hurting Mitch... I sighed with relief when I saw them walking towards us. That is... Until I noticed the pained look on Mitch's face and that Travis had his arm pinned behind his back.
He sat down and his eyes met mine, they looked sad and desperate. I nodded sadly and tried to smile. If Mitch could fake a smile so could I.
We talked for a while, Mitch and I eyeing each other the whole time.
After a while I saw Travis lean over.
I focused on Mitch's lips, hoping to read his response.
'Yes sir.'
Mitch looked up.
"We should be going..." He said through clenched teeth. There were tears forming in his eyes. I dug my face into Avi's shoulder, fighting off years myself.
He is going to hurt Mitch... And I can't do anything about it...