Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 21

The paramedics laid Mitch down in his bunk in the tour bus.

Everyone stood in the doorway, awaiting their report.

One of the doctors looked to the group. "So, thankfully he doesn't have any serious damage, only some minor issues. He will need to eat liquid based foods for a couple days because his throat is too weak. He'll need to stay in bed for a week so his body regains its full strength, considering the multiple punching and kicking wounds that he has. Make sure to give him painkillers twice a day and heat pads for his muscles. He won't be able to speak for the next couple of days, but he'll be back to singing in no time. Mitch is very lucky that he doesn't need to go to the hospital. When is your next performance?"

Avi stepped in, "two weeks, we're on our way to Germany."

"Good, he should be better by then."

Everyone nodded.

"Thank you so much, Doctor," Kirstie thanked, thankful that Mitch was going to be okay.

The doctor nodded and left the bus.

Avi, Kirstie, Kevin, and Esther walked away to the couch.

Scott stood there in the doorway, staring at his boyfriends state.

His unconscious, vulnerable, little Mitchie.

Scott walked into the room and closed the door, making his way to kneel beside Mitch's bed.

His hands ran through the brunette's thin, soft hair.

"Why? Why would anyone do this to him? Who would be so cruel to harm one hair on his beautiful head? Mitch is supposed to be getting better. Instead, I'm losing my grasp on him, on his life. I don't know how much longer I can hold onto him."

Scott's tears streamed down his cheeks, making his vision blurry.

His hand moved from Mitch's hair to his cheek, gently caressing it.

Examining the bruises.

His hand moved down Mitch's neck and onto his arm, where it finally met his hand.

Scott intertwined their fingers together, feeling Mitch's cold and skinny fingers.

He brought Mitch's hand up to his lips, trying to bring some warmth back to them.

Scott lifted up Mitch's hand from his lips to see the scars on his wrist.

So many more than when they first started the tour.

So much pain expressed on his soft skin.

A little sob escaped his mouth as he brought Mitch's hand back down.

Scott couldn't bare to see his boyfriend like this.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Scott took out his phone from his back pocket.

Alex.

What the f***.

Scott quietly left the bunks and out of the tour bus.

He got a couple confused glances from everyone, but he didn't make eye contact.

Once he got outside, he answered the call.

"Hey baby.."

"Alex. Stop. Calling. Me."

"I miss you, Scotty. Don't you miss me?"

"Alex, why are you doing this? You were the one who let me go. I love Mitch, and you opened my eyes. Why are you trying to close them now?"

"Mitch doesn't treat you like an actual boyfriend. All he does is use his 'depression' as an excuse for everything he does. He just wants everyone's attention, because that's all he wants. I never should've let you go, Scott. I let you be consumed by that monster."

Scott's blood boiled from hearing Alex's opinion.

Let alone his voice.

"Good thing the boys gave him what he deserved..." Alex mumbled, too quiet for Scott to hear.

"Stop calling me, Alex. I'm trying to let you off easy. And if you continue to say such horrible things about my boyfriend, we can do it the much harder way. Your choice."

Scott hung up the phone and slid it back into his pocket.

He paced in front of the bus, running his hand through his hair.

"What the f*** is going on?"

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"You WHAT?!?!" Alex screamed into the phone, making Tim flinch back.

Hank stood across from Tim, hearing Alex on the other line.

"I-I'm sorry boss... but.... Hank slipped it out and-"

"Let me talk to him."

Tim gave Hank he phone with an expression full of fear.

Hank brought it up to his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Are you a f***ing dumb***?!?! You told him?!?!?!"

"B-boss, I didn't mean to. I didn't exactly tell him, I was talking t-to Tim and it was a... a little too loud. It's just, why do you have to h-hire people to do your dirty work?"

"ExCUSE ME?"

"I-I.. I uh-"

"Have fun getting that money you so desperately need for collage. Aren't you a little too old for that s*** anyway? Grow up man."

Hank wasn't having any of it.

"F*** you, Alex. We made sure that Mitch would keep his yap shut, so don't go offending me of my earned money. This is a small, weak, and vulnerable man we're jumping, he won't tell anyone. I mean, why do you think we haven't been caught yet?"

Silence came from the other line.

Tim looked to Hank like he was crazy.

"Fine. Make sure he keeps his mouth shut until he gets back home."

The line went dead.

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Hey guys.

Sorry for such a short chapter.

This is kind of like a filler, just to keep you guys entertained :)

How's the book going so far?

The story is coming to its end soon, I hope ya'll aren't bored yet!

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