I'm Here. (Pentatonix Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Mitch ran over to Wyatt frantically and Scott quickly dialed 9-1-1. I just stood in front of the door in shock. I felt paralyzed, like I was unable to move. After Scott finished explaining what had happened to the police, he turned to me, and bent down in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.
"...My mom..." My voice was all but a whisper. "I miss her so much..."
"Oh god, Valerie." He said sympathetically, embracing me tightly. I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Mommy... Mom... Mommy." I whispered to myself, trying to find comfort in Scott's arms. There was a knock on the door.

"Los Angeles Police Department! Open up!" A gruff voice said. Scott didn't want to let me go, so he looked over to Mitch. He got up very slowly, wiping the tears off of his face, and opened the door. Three police officers let themselves in, looking around the house.

A paramedic rushed over to Wyatt, carefully putting him onto a stretcher.
"We'll have a veterinarian take care of your cat immediately, Sir." She told Mitch. He just nodded, thanking her as she left.

The police officers looked at the blood on the wall, one of them carefully placing a drop of it into a vial. A female police officer turned to Mitch.
"We'll bring this blood to the lab to figure out who's blood it is, and we'll let you know the results as soon as they come in. For now, just stay safe, lock your doors, and don't hesitate to call if you need anything."

Scott turned to the officers, "Thank you so much." One of the police officers nodded at him, and with that, they left. Scott finally let me go and stood up. Mitch was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. Silent tears were rolling down his face. Scott walked over to Mitch and put Mitch's head on his own chest.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone's going to be okay." He whispered.

"I'd like to be alone for a while." Mitch said solemnly, slinking away into his room. Scott nodded. As Mitch got up and left Scott's arms, Scott's face fell. I frowned, and sat on the couch next to him, putting myself in Mitch's place. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around me, smiling a little, and we just sat there, silently comforting each other. 

About five minutes later, Scott got up to go check on Mitch.

Mitch's Point of View:

I was sitting on my bed, my knees against my chest. There was a light knock on the door. I didn't say anything. 

"Mitchie, can you please open the door? I'd really like to talk." It was Scott. 

"I said I'd like to be alone please." I whimpered. 

"Okay, come into my room if you want to talk." He said, sadness evident in his tone. I heard his footsteps fading down the hallway and the slam of a door. 

Suddenly, my phone got an alert. It was a text message from Avi. My body surged with happiness. My friends were alright! Nothing had happened, we were just being delusional. I opened the message, and noticed that it was a video. I pressed play. 

It showed a room with white walls and a TV, clothes on the floor. There was a bed against the wall. It was Scott's room. He was sitting on the bed, crying. I was confused. Why would Avi text me this? Why did Avi have footage of Scott crying in his room? All the hope that I had diminished, and I started to feel very nervous. Quickly, I ran to Scott's door and started banging on it. 

Scott opened the door, and Valerie came over, wondering what all the commotion was about. I tried to open my phone to show Scott the video, but it was gone. As if the text message had just... deleted. But how was that possible? You couldn't delete text messages. 

"Mitch? What's going on?" Valerie asked worriedly. 

"Mitch, just come into my room please." Scott said, sighing. 

I looked over to Valerie, her eyes wide with worry. 

"Valerie, why don't you go watch some TV?" I asked sweetly. 

She lingered on my eyes for a second, but then nodded and hesitantly walked into the living room. I entered Scott's room and he closed the door. 

"What the hell are you losing your mind about right now? Are you worried about Wyatt, because he'll be okay, and we still have Aphrodite." He said, gesturing to the other sphynx cat, who was laying in the corner of the room. 

"No! Well... yes I'm worried about Wyatt, but I know he'll be fine."

"Then what's wrong? What happened?" 

"I got a text from Avi, but it was a video of you crying on your bed."

"What? How? There's no cameras in my room and my blinds are closed." Scott tensed up, looking around. 

"...What about the closet?" I whispered, pointing to the closet door, that was slightly ajar.

Scott put an arm in front of me. "Stay behind me." He said, his voice slightly shaky. He put one hand in front of himself as we slowly inched towards the closet. 

Scott took the handle and pulled it gently, fully opening the closet. There was a box on the ground, with a bow and a note. Scott picked up the note and started to read it aloud. 

"If you want your friends to live, you will do as I say. You must leave the apartment, but the child must stay in the apartment. And if I find out you're lying to me, your friends must die. Sincerely, Your Worst Nightmare." 

I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. All I could think about was the fact that someone had broken into our house and filmed Scott, and they had only just left minutes ago. I clung to the back of Scott's shirt, shaking uncontrollably. 

He picked up the box and opened it hastily. Inside, was a picture of Pentatonix after winning "The Sing-Off". There is a knife drawn against Avi's throat, a gun drawn against Kirstie's head, and a rope drawn around Kevin's neck. On the back of the picture, in dark red ink, there is a chilling sentence. 

"You have one chance."

A/N

Hey everyone! Hope you're enjoying I'm Here! Trying something new with the switching perspectives thing, do you guys like it? Perspectives may be Valerie or any member of Pentatonix! Also, special thanks to rachelspec to helping me with this story, it wouldn't be the same without her!!! 

Your Dear Author,

Lola