Meant To Be

Chapter Ten: The Fun Is Over

        After returning home from their fantastic night, they cuddled on the couch, enjoying the moment.

            “Hey Scott?” Mitch asked, looking up at Scott’s big baby blues. Before he could speak anymore, his phone rang… it was a restricted number.

            “Hello?” Mitch asked as he stood and walked to his room.

            “You looked really cute tonight.” An eerie voice answered.

            “Who is this?”

            “The only problem with your special night was that Scott stole my place.”

            “T-Travis?”

            “Smart AND cute. I wouldn’t spend so much time with him if I were you. That’s why you and I are going on a date tomorrow at Starbucks. Be there at 12pm or Scott will pay the price.”

            “You wouldn’t.” Mitch whispered, tearing up.

            “Oh I would. Why don’t you look out your front door?”

            Mitch froze. He struggled to find the courage to move. Once that strength was found, he tip-toed out of his room and across the living room. Scott opened his mouth to speak but Mitch motioned him not too. Mitch continued to the door and looked through the peep hole to see Travis; phone in one hand, a knife in the other.

            Mitch locked every last lock on their door and held it closed. He raised the phone to his ear. “Fine I’ll be there. Just get out of here.”

            See you there babe. Don’t be late.”

            Mitch dropped the phone on the ground and soon slid to the floor; hyperventilating. Scott ran to him and tried to comfort him.

            “What’s wrong? What happened?” Scott started to panic. He had never seen Mitch so troubled. “Try to calm down.” He pulled Mitch into a hug, “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” They rocked back and forth slowly until Mitch’s breathing slowed.

            “Now. What happened?” Scott asked.

            “Travis… he called me.”

            “What did he say?”

            “He told me that I had to stop seeing you or he would hurt you.”

            “No. He’s bluffing.”

            “No Scott, he wasn’t. He was just outside with a knife.”

            Scott released their embrace and pulled out his phone.

            “What are you doing?” Mitch asked.

            “Calling the police. I’m not letting that psychopath near you.”

            “No! Don’t. I need to talk to him.”

            “Mitch. He was outside our apartment with a KNIFE! He is dangerous and you want to talk to him?”

            “I told him I would meet him at Starbucks tomorrow. He said if I didn’t he would hurt you!”

            “I’m coming with you.”

            “No you can’t. He wants to hurt you not me! I’ll be fine. I’ll find out what he wants and I’ll come straight home and tell you. I promise. He won’t try anything; we’re meeting in a public place after all.”

            “If he does try anything, you get away from him and call me ok? I will come and get you.”

            “I will. I promise.” Mitch lightly kissed Scott on the cheek and headed toward his room.

            “Mitch,” Scott called, “will you sleep in my room tonight? I mean only if you want too. I mean…”

            “Sure.”