Problem *ptx fanfic*

Problems

I'm gonna try and update as much as I can!!!

6 months into the relationship

Mitch's POV
So I still can't believe Scott said yes... but I'm regretting it a little bit. Scott has been distant and is barley home anymore. He barley talks to me and when he does he always sounds angry. He's always going somewhere during the day and won't be home till 3 or 4 in the morning. He always misses Pentatonix rehearsals. I don't know if it's about me or what I did....

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It was 3 am and Scott was finally getting home. He walked in the door and looked like trash. 

"Scott honey? where were you?" I asked quietly.

"Don't worry about it. go back to bed I'll be there in a sec." he said a bit meanly.

"No. we need to talk." I said sternly.

"What now Mitch? it's 3 am!" he yelled. I backed up a little.

"That's not my fault. your never home. Did I do something? You've been really distant lately. I miss you Scott. I miss the sweet caring Scott... what happened to my Scott" I whispered the last part.

He look angry when he heard what I said. Then he did what I never thought he would ever do. He slapped me. It wasn't a playful slap either, it was a painful slap.

"MITCH DONT EVER SAY THAT AGAIN! IF THINK THAT THEN WHY DONT YOU LEAVE ME!" I was already crying.

I ran off to my room and cried myself asleep. Just hoping this was a bad dream. How could you do that? The Scott I know would never lay a hand on me. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe he had a bad night. Scott could never mean that. then I fell into a deep sleep.

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Scotts POV

I woke up with a pounding headache. I got up and realized I was on the couch. I don't remember anything that happened last night. I don't even remember how I got home. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I turned the water on and let it heat up. I took off all my clothes and got in. I stood there for what seemed like forever and just let the hot water run over my body. It felt good. I washed up and got out. I got dressed and brushed my teeth.

I went to the Kitchen and saw Mitch there making coffee and pancakes. I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He moved away from me and looked at me with a tear stained face and fear in his eyes.

"Mitchie? what's wrong Hun?" I asked concerned.

"Scott y-you hit m-me last n-night." barley audible, but I still heard what he said.

"I did what?" I asked as if I didn't hear him.

"You fucking slapped me!" he said this time yelling.

"Mitchie I'm sorry. I was drunk. I didn't mean it." I felt horrible.

"No you don't understand. I'm sorry Scott but I need to get away for a little bit."

Sorry for such a bad chapter. I changed it up a little. I hope you like it!