Meant To Be

Chapter Twelve: Where They Sing, Where It Happens

Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update for a few days but I totally forgot. Hope you liked the story so far! :) Happy Reading.

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        Mitch waited in the dark studio for Scott. He waited for 30 minutes before he heard the front door open.

            “Scott! Thank God you’re here! Travis had a gun! He was going to hurt me! I’m so afraid. Did you call the police? Scott?

            A shadow lingered in the darkness.

            “Scott! This is not the time to try to scare me! This is serious!”

            “I’m not joking babe.” Travis’ voice echoed in the vacancy of the room. All of a sudden, a hand shot out into the moonlight and wrapped itself around Mitch’s throat, squeezing tightly. Then another hand came up and punched Mitch in the nose.

            Mitch fell to the floor, his nose gushing thick, hot, red blood.

            “Travis… stop… please.” He begged.

            “But I warned you,” Travis began, “I warned you that if you refused, I would hurt someone. And right now, you are the only someone I see.” He pulled back his foot and smashed it into Mitch’s side.

            Mitch tried to crawl away; wheezing. Travis dragged him back by his foot. Travis lifted Mitch and slammed him into a wall, then forced their lips together. Mitch tried to pull away but he was too strong. Finally Mitch pried them apart and tried to run but Travis tripped him. He fell to the floor; hitting his head hard on the tile. Mitch’s vision went blurry.

            Travis leapt on top of him and kissed him; he wouldn’t let go. Mitch kicked and kicked but couldn’t break free. Travis pulled away and whispered into Mitch’s ear, “This is why I should be yours.”