Loosing part of me

Nineteen

(Scott's POV)

I hear Mitch screaming and crying in the back ground. I record his voice to send to the police and I cant handle Travis myself. "911, what's your emergency?" I hear over the phone. "M-My boyfriend, He's been kidnapped!" I cry out. "Ok sir, do you have the name of the Kidnapper and stolen man?" The man spoke. "Y-Yes. The Kidnapper's name is Travis Bush. and the name of my boyfriend's name is Mitch Grassi." I told him. "Ok sir, do you have any footage or recordings of this sudden capture?" He asked. "Y-Yes I do!" "Ok sir, Address and we'll be over to help out the situation." "Ok.." I told him the address and they hung up.

I run to the door when I heard the doorbell ring and a knock on the door. "Police!" Someone yelled. I open it and see.. Alex. "Alex?" I said in surprise "Ah! That's why you sounded familiar! Now, The footage, Scott" He said. I show him the security camera footage and I show him the one with Mitch screaming on the phone. "Oh my god.. This is worst than we thought!" He said, surprised. "Scott... We need EXTRA back up..."

(Mitch's POV)

"JUST EAT" He forced. I shake and yelp when he screams. He raises his hand and slaps my face again, making me fall out of the chair. I look up at him with tear streaming in my eyes. "Why are you doing this to me. You said you loved me, then break up with me. Then do this to be jealous! This isn't right." I tried. He just growled in frustration and dragged me by my hair again and tied my up in restraints. He tore off my pants and his pants also, adding our boxers. He forced me to ride him. I scream "NO NO STOP" but he continued. 

9 days later...

9 days.. and Scott isn't here. I'm starting to think he doesn't care anymore... I'm starting to get bad feelings. I haven't ate. I haven't slept. I havent done anything. I look really grayish and I'm getting sick and sicker. Soon I hear the knob shake. Travis. He walked over to me. I flinch when he tries to touch me. "Don't reject me, Pet" He hissed. "I'm sorry, Master." Soon someone busts in the door. "TRAVIS! THE POLICE ARE OUTSIDE!" The man yelled. "Shit!" He cussed, grabbing me and throwing me in the basement. Silent. That's all I hear. Then I hear gun shots. 

This gunshots and yelling have been going on for 12 minutes before It grows silent. Too silent.  I limp up the basement stairs and open the door to see 8 police men. I cry in happiness. They help me walk to Scott in the front. He gasps and speaks "Mitch?! Is that you?! Why are you so grey?" I fall into his arms, not speaking. Soon, it got black.

(Scott's POV) 
Mitch passes out in my arms. "Baby!" I scream over and over. I carry him in bridle style and take him home. I thank Alex and the police gang and walk inside. I get a water bottle and pour a little on Mitch's face, waking him up. "You ok, Mitch?" I asked. He shook his head and ran, Well limped quickly, To the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet. I rub his back as he vomited and cried. "S-Scott help me. I cant do it. I'm too sick. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to walk. Everything on my body hurts, Scott." He cried out and put his back against the wall, sitting. "Mitch, I got an idea to help you walk" I thought out loud. "What?" He said, frightened. "Therapy" I said. He shook his head. "No Scott just no" He rejected. "Mitch, this is the only thing!" I tried. "Fine.."

We go to therapy the next day and Mitch keeps hissing in pain everytime we hit a bump while driving. "Sorry!" I say over and over. Once we arrived, we got a doctor to help Mitch. And everytime the doctor tried touching him, Mitch would flinch and shake his head. This is going to be hard. After the check up, The doctor told us that we have to come back to Therapy every 2 days. Oh boy, wouldn't this be good..

So there you goo. Don't attack me Pentaholiiic, I made it fricken happy ok? XD Ok bai