Psychotic (boyxboy)

Chapter Six

a/n: holy shit. i hit 500 reads. how the hell did this shit happen? (guess the reference c;) but gUYS. thank you soooo much! but why are y'all reading my shitty book lo??? thanks though, ily. stay fcute, bitches.

Scott couldn't stop crying. It was humiliating, really. Whenever he tried to stop, he thought about what had just happened a mere few hours before and he broke down again. After his fifth round of quiet sobs, Scott wiped his face, stood up, and walked to his closet to change. His mind briefly wandered to Mitch and he shuddered, feeling tears spring to his eyes once again. 

NO, he thought harshly, smacking his forehead. He refused to cry again. 

With a shake of his head, Scott opened his closet and browsed for a bland t-shirt. So far, the shirts he had worn around Mitch have been ruined. With a sigh, he found a solid black tank top, pulled his soiled shirt off, and yanked the new top on. 

Scott glanced down at his jeans and wrinkled his nose. These had to go too. He unbuttoned his jeans and worked them over his hips and down his legs with a sigh. His hand slipped into a drawer and he yanked out a pair of boxers several sizes too big. 

Who need basketball shorts when you could wear two pairs of underwear?

Satisfied with his new outfit, Scott shook out his limbs, rolled his neck and left the closet. His eyes flitted over to the door and he hesitantly walked over. He laid his hand on the handle slowly, as if it was going to bite him. Slowly, his fingers bent around the slick metal, tightened and turned. 

The door opened.

Mitch wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but he did. Damn, he's off his game. Scott could leave the room at any time and, he didn't know, stab him in the heart? Mitch wasn't worried though. He had always slept lightly, so when he heard a door creak open, his eyes were immediately snapped opened as his senses took in every aspect of his surroundings. 

His ears picked up the soft footfalls of Scott's footsteps and smirked slightly. 

"Hello, sweetie." 

Immediately, the sound ceased and he heard Scott's breath hitch with fear. Mitch giggled and sat up, tilting his head to the side. He did not look at Scott yet.

"Aren't you going to reply? Ignoring people is rude, dear." Mitch finally turned his head and looked at Scott, his dark eyes narrowing with warning. His earlier feelings of guilt had vanished entirely; he had brushed it off as feeling a bit sick from the rain he got caught in. 

"H-hi..." Scott finally replied, looking down at his feet. Mitch caught the slight movement of Scott flexing his fingers. So he's nervous. Why?

"You weren't thinking of running, right sweetie?" Mitch cocked his head, his eyes glinting with an unspoken warning. He would hate to have to chase down his new boy. 

Scott quickly shook his head. "No! O-of course not!" He blurted and looked down. Mitch watched the apple of his throat bob as he swallowed. 

He was scared. Cute.

Mitch got to his feet and smiled. He rounded the couch, placing his feet on the floor in front of him precisely. When he stood in front of him, he held out his hand. Scott cocked his head in confusion, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. He had no clue what this man was going to do next and it was quite alarming not being able to predict Mitch's next attack. 

"Phone." Mitch watched Scott blink a couple of times as he struggled to process what he said. He opened his mouth to repeat it, this time in a harsher tone. "Phone." 

Finally, Scott got the memo and Mitch smiled as the fact Scott owned a cellphone dawned on the tall blonde. A flicker of annoyance flashed across Scott's face but vanished as he ducked into the kitchen. 

Scott hurriedly grabbed his rose gold iPhone off of the counter, struggling to unlock it with trembling fingers. Maybe he could send a quick text to Kirstie? He tapped the messaging app and went to his conversation with his best friend. With a nervous glance over his shoulder, he began typing. 

Hel

A knife flew past him, embedding itself into the cabinet beside Scott's head. He squeaked, his finger hitting send on accident. Swallowing, he turned around, the color in his face draining as he looked at the furious expression on Mitch's face. 

"Who the fuck did you try to contact?" Mitch snarled. With a predator's gait, he stormed up to Scott and wrapped his fingers around the blonde's throat. Scott gasped, his body curling into itself as he attempted to pry Mitch's icy fingers from his throat. 

"N-no one!" Scott gasped, his fingernails digging into Mitch's bony hand. Mitch laughed mockingly and bared his teeth, the rage in his eyes and his facial expressions one of an animal. He slammed Scott back into the counter and released him. Scott slid to the floor, gasping as air returned to his desperate lungs. 

Mitch went to the fallen cellphone and snatched it up. He briefly glanced at the screen before hurling it at the ground with a force that completely shattered the screen. Unsatisfied, he grabbed it again and tossed it into the garbage disposal, flicking the switch. The sound of crunching electronics filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of Mitch's laughter. 

Scott looked up at Mitch in fear, his hands still resting on his throat. Swallowing, the large man tried to scoot backwards to hide behind the island. The motion notified Mitch and he turned his head, glaring at Scott. 

"No, no, no, sweetie." He purred and turned towards him. "We can't have you escaping. It's time for you to take a nap, okay?" Scott furrowed his brow, his lips turning down at the odd arrangement of words. With his mind somewhere else, Scott did not see the fist flying toward his face. He did, however, feel the explosion of pain right before he blacked out.

Kirstie Maldonado was enjoying a lovely evening with her boyfriend Jeremy when she received the text. With a soft groan, she pulled her face away from Jeremy and grabbed her cellphone. "Can you pause the movie?" She asked, kissing his cheek. Jeremy smiled and nodded, grabbing the remote and quickly pausing it. 

"Who is it?" He asked, cocking his head, his fingers running through Kirstie's blonde hair. She glanced at the screen and frowned. 

"Scott." She bit her lip and unlocked her phone, the message becoming full screen on her phone. Her eyes darted over the letters and she frowned. "Hey... read this." She held the phone up to Jeremy's face. 

"It says 'Hel'. Did he accidentally send it before he finished?" Jeremy met Kirstie's eyes. 

"I don't know. Do you mind if I call?" 

"Not at all. Take your time." He placed at kiss on her lips and allowed her to rise from the couch. Kirstie giggled and dialed Scott's number, humming while the phone processed the number. Instead of a dial tone, she heard Scott's voicemail. 

"Hey, this is Scott. I couldn't pick up, whoops, but I'll call back as soon as possible! Goodby- *beep*." 

Kirstie frowned and tilted her head. That's odd. Scott never had his phone turned off. Shaking it off, she turned around and grinned at Jeremy. "He's busy." She said and crawled back onto the couch. Jeremy beamed and pressed his lips to hers. 

"Okay. Are you ready to get back to the movie, Kit?" He asked against her lips. Kirstie blushed, her belly warm with the love she felt for this man. 

"Yeah... but let me grab some popcorn."

"You do that."

a/n: wow jai, TWO author notes? you gone wild. okay true. but, i just want to say that i have a chat message theme novel that i'll be updating everyday. it's lighter than this one, so if you need a break from this hell, hop on over to 'gamerboy.'! it'll be lit. stay fcute bitches.