Regret.

Twenty

   Bella's POV

  "Mitch, I uh, that..we" I stuttered and Mitch finished for me.

 "We can't tell Scott," He said and rolled his eyes. He laughed, but was interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I said when I answered it.

"Hey, Belle." A voice said, which made my stomach drop.

"Marcus, did you escape?" I asked quietly.

"All I'll say is that your precious little Scottie won't be here much longer," He laughed into the phone and my stomach dropped.

 "What did you do?" I asked on the verge of tears. My breath was quickening and Mitch looked at me with worry.

"Go find Scott, and you'll see." He chuckled and hung up.

 "Mitch, we need to go." I managed to choke out. 

 "Marcus?" Mitch asked quietly.

 I nodded. "He's telling me that he did something...to Scott." I breathed and slammed on the gas pedal of my car. 

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 "Scott?" I yelled into the door of my house.

 "Bella," I heard a small, quiet voice call from my bedroom. I started running, Mitch following close behind.

 I ran into my bedroom, to find Scott in the corner of the room, cuts up and down his arms.

 "No, no no." I said quietly and ran to his side.

 "Scott, you need to stay with me," I told him as Mitch called 911. "You, you need to fight, baby."

 "Bella, I'm okay.." Scott told me, his voice weak and quiet.

 "No, you're not. I knew he would come back, Mitch. I told you that he would come...." I cried into Scott's shoulder.

 "Bella, this isn't your fault," Mitch said and pulled me into a hug.

 "Yes it is," I told him, my voice quieted by sobs. I sat there for a second until I heard sirens. 

 "I love you, Scott." I said and wiggled out of Mitch's arms. I ran to Scott and kissed him gently. "I love you so much."

 "Bella, I'll be okay." He said and kissed me again. His voice was getting softer and he looked tired. 

 "Please, don't fall asleep." I begged. "You have to stay awake, I'm so scared of losing you." I told him as the paramedics picked him up on put him on a stretcher.

 "You'll be able to visit, but not today. His state is to critical." The doctor told Mitch and I. I wanted to break down right then and there. I needed to stay strong for Scott.

 I felt tears run down my face as I nodded. The doctor walked away and Mitch pulled me into his arms.

 "Baby," Mitch said softly, "It'll be okay." I just shook my head.

  "This was my fault," I told him and sobbed. This couldn't be happening.

  "This isn't your fault, Belle. The fact that a man is obsessed with you is not your fault," Mitch cooed and hugged me tighter.

 "What about tour," I asked Mitch. 

 "We're leaving Friday instead of Tuesday," He explained, his grip loosening on me.

 "Please don't let go," I begged him.

 "I'm never letting go,"