*Author's Note* Okay, I just have to take a moment and say how amazing PTX Vol. III is. I mean, it literally exceeded all my expectations. I am literally just so obsessed. Every single song is amazing. Seriously if you haven't checked it out yet, you really need to. Did I mention that Scott sings in french in one of the songs? ;) BTW sorry it's taking me so long to update. I have a couple more chapters written, but the way I do it is I like write it all in a notebook during school and work and every time I get a chance and then I have to transfer it to the computer, so that takes a little time sometimes cause I don't always get the opportunity to do it :( plus, right now I'm kind of stuck because I'm not quite happy with what I have in like chapters 15-19 so I may have to go back and change that so there might be a slight delay with the upcoming chapters. Anyway, if you guys have any suggestions for where you'd like to see this go please let me know :) it's completely open!
Scott POV
I sucked in a sharp breath. "Is that son of a bitch threatening me now?" I asked, mostly to myself.
He nodded, taking his phone from me. "I can't take any chances. I know what he's capable of."
"Me too," I said, gesturing to our charred apartment.
Mitch hung his head. "I'm so sorry. All of this was my fault."
"No, Mitchie," I started.
He cut me off, "No, it is. Yesterday on the phone he asked me to meet him somewhere and I said no. He basically told me he was going to show up at the house again if I didn't. I should've just gone to meet him."
"No," I answered. "You know I'd never let you do that. Ever."
"I might have to," He shrugged, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
Mitch POV
"Scott," I reasoned.
He cut me off with the saddest of looks. "I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you," he said, his tone more melancholy than before.
"Nothing is going to happen to either of us," I assured him.
As if on cue, my phone rang. I hesitated a second, but then answered it.
"What?" I asked harshly into the reciever.
"Any more thoughts on meeting me?" Trevor's voice growled.
I was silent. I looked at Scott, his eyes pleading.
"I'll get back to you on that." I answered, hanging up.
"He still wants to meet you," Scott stated, his head hanging.
I sighed. "He won't stop until I give him what he wants."
"I still think we should get the police involved. They can protect you." Scott said seriously.
