Mitch POV
We took our things to a small motel that was pretty close to our house. Scott had insisted we stay in a higher end hotel where he knew I'd be more comfortable, but I wanted to go somewhere that Trevor wouldn't expect. I wanted to hide.
Our room was on the third floor. It was small. Three rooms. One kitchen/living room that included a mini fridge, coffee maker, toaster, microwave and two chairs, one bedroom with a queen sized bed, and one bathroom. It wasn't exactly five star, but it would suffice. That night Scott and I went to bed rather early, both our minds exhausted.
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The next morning, I woke up in the unfamiliar bed of a motel room. I jumped awake, the scene scaring me at first as I forgot about yesterday's move. Then I saw Scott sleeping beside me, and my heart rate began to calm down.
I carefully slid out of bed, afraid of waking him. My heart beat refused to slow down to normal, partially from the unfamiliar scene that I woke up to, and also because of the dreams, or should I say nightmares, that Trevor starred in last night.
I needed air. I never seemed to be able to get enough of it these days. I walked to the front door, opening it slowly and stepping outside into the cool morning mist. I breathed it in, exhaling slowly, and then I turned to walk back inside, my lungs full of the freshness. My hand froze on the door handle, my eyes locked on the white sheet of paper taped to our door.
You can't hide from me. It read.
I stared straight ahead at the door as I heard heavy footsteps approach me from behind. Footsteps that I would know anywhere. Trevor.
I spun around quickly, my breaths becoming shorter as I saw his face.
"You never got back to me," He said referring to our earlier phone call, his voice menacing.
Scott POV
I stretched, my joints popping as I did so. I crawled out of bed, walking slowly into the kitchen where my boyfriend stood, his back to me.
"Hey," I said softly, my voice tired.
Mitch jumped, startled, and turned around quickly. His eyes wandered everywhere except for my face.
"You okay?" I asked, walking slowly in his direction. "Bad dreams?"
I wrapped my arms loosely around his waist and he rested his forehead against my chest.
"Yeah," he whispered. Something was off about him, though. He was definitely keeping a secret of some sort.
"Anything else?" I prodded, trying to give him an opportunity to tell me what's going on.
He shook his head into my shoulder. "No," he answered too quickly.
Something was very, very wrong.
Mitch POV
My encounter with Trevor played in my mind constantly, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything or anyone else. Trevor was forcing me to meet him. The piece of paper with the address of our meeting spot burned a hole in my pocket. If I didn't meet him there, alone, in exactly two hours, or if I mentioned our conversation to anyone, Trevor promised he would kill Scott.
I had no choice.
Scott attempted to make small talk, but I could tell he knew something was up. I was hoping to blame it on the nightmares, but it was hard to lie to him.
Finally, he just came out with it. "Mitch, what's going on?" He asked. "No more secrets, remember?"
I nodded. "I know. Nothing's wrong." I lied. Lies came to me too easily these days, all though I still couldn't look him in the eye.
"Don't give me that."
He walked over to me and laced his fingers with mine. His hands shook slightly, but then again, that may have been me.
"Did he call again?" He guessed.
I shook my head. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.
Already an hour and a half had passed since Trevor's visit. I had to get going. I didn't have much time.
"I'm going to take a walk," I mumbled suddenly.
"I'll go with you," he immediately offered.
I took a step back, shaking my head fiercely. "I want to go alone please."
"It's not safe," he said. If only he knew. "I don't think we were followed but you never know."
"I'll be fine," I stated, my tone too authoritative for him to argue. I turned and walked out the door without another sound.
I didn't need to look at the address on the paper again before I left. I'd recognized it as soon as he'd given me the paper. It was Trevor's house.
The walk was not nearly long enough as I soon realized that I was standing in Trevor's driveway. I inhaled and exhaled repeatedly as I attempted to stop myself from trembling, but it barely helped. Everything in me was pulling me in the opposite direction as I walked toward the front door, but I couldn't be logical right now. His threats on Scott had my mind so cluttered I could barely form a coherent thought.
I didn't stop to knock on the door. I walked in, moving so slow it was hard to distinguish if I was actually moving at all. As soon as I'd taken the first step through the door, though, a large hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me inside and closing the door.
"I knew you'd come," Trevor smiled evilly.
I shook as he pulled me through the front hallway, through the living room, and to a door right beside the kitchen. The door to the basement.
