One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 18 ~ The Taxi Rides

Scott's POV
I start walking out the door, leaving a $20 bill. Charles puts his hand on my shoulder. I look towards him. "You don't need him.." He says, leaning in. "What the hell, yes I do!!" I scream back jerking away. I storm out. I sit in my car, wondering what I should do. I text him multiple times but he didn't answer. I text him one last time and drop my phone on the dashboard. I start crying. I wipe my eyes and start the car. Where should I drive now? Where did Mitch even go? Gasp. Travis. I start driving fast towards Travis' house. Once I arrive I slam my door and open the front door myself. There was blood on the ground and a gun near my feet. Travis was in the kitchen drinking alcohol. "Where is Mitch?!" I scream at him, picking up the gun. "He's not.... Here," he says, I can obviously tell he's drunk. "Was he here?" I look down at the blood. "Or are you torturing another man?" I ask, pointing the gun at him. He chuckles. "Oh he was here alright," he says, walking towards me. My hands are shaking. He puts his hand on the gun and pushes it down so it's facing the floor. "You wanna.. F-fool around?" He asks, slipping a bit. Before I could say no, he quickly takes the gun and shoots my shoulder. The pain was so unbearable that I dropped. Blood was spilling everywhere. He pointed the gun to my head, then to his. Bang! He's dead. I start crying and call 911. The police come and take me into an ambulance. I just wish I knew if Mitch was ok.
Mitch's POV
I'm starting to walk home. I'm all alone and my mind is full of thoughts. For the three blocks I walked I was constantly running my hand through my hair. I still love him. I reach our apartment and I don't see Scott's car in the parking lot. I quickly rush in and no one was home, except Wyatt. He was sleeping on the couch, quiet and peaceful. Oh how I wish I was him. I suddenly get a phone call from Kirstie.
M- Hello?
K- Mitch! S-Scott, he...
M- What?!
K- Just come to the hospital, right now!
M- I'm on my away
K- Okay Hun, see you soon
I hang up. What the hell did Scott do?? Did he go looking for me and hurt himself? Did he.. No, he didn't. I flag another taxi and ride to the hospital after saying bye to Wyatt and leaving the apartment. I finally get there and pay my amount. I quickly rush in to find all of my friends in the waiting room. All of them crying and talking to each other, trying to get theirs minds off of him. Avi notices me looking at them and comes to give a big hug. Esther starts," Mitch what happened to your-" I said I was fine. "w-what ha-ha-happened," I stutter. Avi sighs. "He got shot in the shoulder by-" Kevin starts. "Travis," I say with my eyes tearing up. He must've went to Travis' to look for me, cause he has caught me texting him once. "This is all my fault!" I say, trying to go to the front desk. Avi stops me. "It's not your fault!" He says, holding my forearm, being aware of my scars. I start crying. "Travis is dead. He shot himself instead of killing Scott.." Kirstie says standing up. I gasp and cover my mouth. "Oh my gosh," I say, digging my face into Avi's shoulder. (A/n Mavi moment!!) "Was Travis the one who gave you your black eye? And possibly the reason why you're..." Avi asks. Then he notices my cuts on my face and bruises going lower to my body. The doctor walks up and I let go of Avi and wipe my eyes. "How is he? Is he going to be okay???" Esther asks. "Yes," the doctor says. Everyone sighs in relief. "But, his arm is gonna be paralyzed for a couple of weeks. Is there anyone who could assist him?" He asks. I raise my hand. Everyone looks to me. "Okay. Tomorrow, you will be able to see him. But don't be too loud ok?" He says. We all nod. He nods back and walks away. This was all your fault.
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New update! And I kept my word, my dad's are NOT dying in this story:) Byee, and stay fcute!!<3