Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 11

Mitch woke up to see himself cuffed to the bed again. But this time, he was naked.

Mitch looked down at his body to see if the person who hit him did anything.

He didn't have anything on his legs or torso, just his scars.

He looked to his arms. Each one had a purple dot. He got two doses, was he being forgiven?

Mitch started to feel the drug rush through his veins, making him shiver.

All of a sudden, he started to feel intense pain on his head.

Something started to drip down the side of his cheek, making Mitch even more curious.

He brought his shoulder up and rubbed his cheek.

Once Mitch brought it back down, he saw blood. Mitch's eyes widen.

"Who would hurt me like that? I could've died!"

A small creak of the wooden floor came from the door of the room.

Mitch looked up.

"Travis."

Travis smirked and walked over to sit on top of Mitch. By the way, he is also naked.

Travis gripped Mitch's neck, but not too rough.

"You are very lucky, Mitchie. I have forgiven you and let this slide."

He gripped tighter, making Mitch gasp for air.

"If you do anything like this again, I WILL punish you."

Mitch looked to Travis in fear.

"Do you understand?"

Mitch kept his gaze.

Travis started to shake Mitch's neck and grip tighter.

"Do you understand?!"

Mitch quickly nodded, making Travis let go of his neck.

He quickly reacted and started to take deep breaths, almost choking on the amount of air he took in.

Travis started to slide lower on Mitch.

"Now, let's see how forgiving I can be..."

"Scott. I'm sorry."

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Scott sat impatiently on the couch, waiting for Mitch to come back.

He constantly checked his watch, making bets on when Mitch would enter through the front door.

But he never came.

Scott's mind started to rush with possible ways of why Mitch was taking so long.

"Buying something and is stuck in a long line?

Going to the bank?

Visiting an old friend and caught up in a conversation?

Just driving around?"

Scott couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

Mitch has been gone for so long that none of his ideas applied.

"I'll just call him."

Scott took out his phone and opened up Mitch's contact.

He pressed the call button and brought the phone up to his ear.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Hello, you have reached Mitch Grassi. I'm not able to-"