When Lives Collide- A Pentatonix/Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Mitch POV
I got to the Starbucks and looked around for the guy. One man looked up and came over to me.
"Are you Mitch?" He asked. I nodded, and he smiled. "Let's go to my house, shall we? It's too crowded here." I nodded again. We started to walk. I tried to make some conversation.
"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"Well, I work as a bartender," Daven answered. I was surprised. "What about you?" I considered lying for a brief second, but decided against it.
"I'm in a singing group." Daven laughed.
"What kind of job is that?"
"Well, we make money," I said as we reached a front door, which I rightly assumed was his.
"How much money can a lousy singing group make? I've never seen you," Daven sneered. I was feeling more and more uneasy about this "date". Next thing I knew, I was in his living room and he was turning to face me. His eyes had fire in them and I shied away, frightened of his gaze.
"You're an idiot. You're stupid. You're fat," Daven was saying while he punched me in the face. This date had escalated in a way that I was very scared of.
"D-Daven! Stop! It hurts!" I cried, reaching out.
"Shut up, you little f***! I hate you!" He screamed, making me cry even more. He dragged me up and pulled me up the stairs. He tied me to a chair.
"Stay there, fat boy," he said, leering at me. That was the last thing I saw before a punch to my head made everything go black.