Chapter Eleven: We Have A Problem

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        Mitch waited afraid at the crowded Starbucks for Travis. It was 12:20 and he hadn’t arrived yet. Mitch ordered a pumpkin spice latte and a gluten free pastry to wait. At 12:30, Travis walked through the door.

            “Hey beautiful.” he said as he sat down.

            “What do you want Travis.” Mitch spat venomously.

            “Now now, no need to get snappy. I want something very simple. I want you.”

            “What makes you think I would ever let us get back together after last night?”

            “The fact that I know exactly where you live; and where Scott lives, and you wouldn’t want him getting hurt, would you?”

            “You won’t hurt him.”

            “Wouldn’t I? If you refuse to be mine, I will hurt him.”

            Mitch felt something cold on his leg. He looked slowly under their table and saw a gun pointed at his knee. He shot up, flipped the table into Travis, and ran out of the store. He didn’t stop until he was three blocks away, in an alley. Once he caught his breath, he speed-dialed Scott.

            “Mitch! What’s going on?” Scott’s voice shook with every word.

            “We have a problem. Call 911 and give them the address to our apartment and meet me at the studio. Go quickly. Drive halfway and walk the other half.”

            “Mitch, what happened? Why can’t you come home?”

            “I will explain everything at the studio. Just hurry!”

            “Ok I’m coming. Be careful.”

            “I will.”                                    

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