Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 6

Mitch just stood there, glaring at Scott.

Alex came next to Mitch and wrapped his arm around the small boy.

Scott moved aside for the two to walk out.

Mitch still tried to hide his scars.

"I've heard you've been having a... Hard time. I'm just here to make sure everything is ok." Alex said, breaking the silence.

"Ok." Mitch replied softly, breaking his gaze from Scott's eyes.

They kept walking.

Scott watched his best friend and boyfriend walk into Mitch's room.

He stood there, waiting for anything.

Mitch sat down on his bed as Alex looked in Mitch's drawers for something comfortable to wear.

He grabbed a pair of sweat pants, underwear, and a t-shirt.

As Alex approached Mitch, he looked upon the clothes with wide eyes.

"Um.. I need a sweater. I'm really cold." Mitch said, finding an excuse for a sweater.

Alex, confused, obeyed Mitch and grabbed him a sweater.

He dropped the clothes next to Mitch and turned around.

Making sure Alex wasn't looking, Mitch stood up and dried himself off.

He then reached for the underwear, sweats, and t-shirt.

Once he slipped it on, he was about to reach for the sweater until Alex asked something.

"Are you decent?"

Mitch went for the sweater.

"Yeah, I just-"

But before Mitch could finish putting on his sweater, Alex turned around.

Mitch froze, unable to hide his scars anymore.

Alex's eyes widened and he brought his hand up to his mouth.

"Mitch, oh my gosh."

Mitch dropped the sweater as Alex went for the door knob. Before he could turn it, Mitch grabbed his arm.

"Please don't tell Scott. Please don't tell Pentatonix. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want people to know about this. Please. I've stopped. Really. I'm trying to get them to heal. You have to believe me."

Alex released the door knob.

He took Mitch's wrist and looked at the red lines.

He looked back up to the injured man.

"Mitch, these are fresh. You're lying. I have to tell someone. This is a serious problem."

Alex went for the door knob again but Mitch ran to the door and blocked it.

Scott got closer to Mitch's door, hearing some banging.

"No. Please." Tears slid down Mitch's face of desperation.

Alex looked into Mitch's hurt eyes.

He sighed and backed off.

Scott was now two steps away.

"Fine Mitch. But promise me you'll stop."

Scott's ear was now against the door.

"Ok ok, I promise."