Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 22

Mitch laid in his bed peacefully, with only little puffs of air to be heard.

"Mitch...."

"Mitchie..."

Mitch slowly regained consciousness.

"Scotty? Where am I?"

The small man tried to speak, but nothing came out.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Tim and Hank strangling him.

A panic attack immediately arose and he started freaking out.

That they were choking him to death.

Pain coursed through his body as he quickly stopped, and took a look at his surroundings.

He was in his bed.

Mitch took multiple deep breaths.

No one was in the room, so he tried to call out for Scott.

"Sc-ahhh........." His voice came out as raspy and quickly faded away.

Mitch tried to call for his boyfriend again, but nothing came out.

Tears weld up in his eyes. Will he never sing again? Talk again?

He looked around for his phone, which was no where in sight.

The only thing he could think of was banging his fist against the wall.

Mitch weakly lifted his arm to bang his wrist against the wall.

He braced for impact and put all his strength into forcing his fist into the wall beside him.

Bang!

Immediate pain took over his hand, making him bring his hand to his chest.

A raspy yell of pain was all he could let out.

Mitch felt so weak, so useless. He was in too much pain because of Tim and Hank. But now he knew why they were following him around, attacking him. Alex wanted them to do what he wanted, so he didn't have to go through the trouble of doing it himself. Mitch thought Alex was a coward. If he had such a problem, he should've confronted Mitch about it in the first place. Instead he's got to hire men to beat the living s*** out of him because he's too ignorant of what damage he's doing.

And Mitch had to suffer for his jealousy.

Footsteps abruptly started approaching Mitch as soon as he banged his fist against the wall.

"Guys, stay here."

Just as he expected, Scott bursted through the door.

"Mitchie! You're ok!"

Scott knelt down next to Mitch and hugged him close, but gently.

Mitch started sobbing against Scott's chest.

He couldn't let this go on any further. He had to tell Scott, or else someone else other than him is going to get hurt. Even if it's Tim or Hank, Mitch didn't want anyone else to suffer like he was.

Scott backed away to look into Mitch's eyes.

"Mitch. You're ok. You won't be able to speak for a couple days, you need to keep your voice at rest. I'll tell you everything later but... oh my god.... I can't believe someone would be so stupid and cruel to do this to you.."

Mitch slowly brought his hand up to his ear and mimicked the sign of a phone.

"I... need... phone...." Mitch mouthed.