So I decided to write this story because obviously I love PTX but I just feel like something has been off with Mitch lately and it's made me wonder and so I decided to use my imagination and come up with this story. Hope y'all enjoy.
P.s I have NOTHING against Mark or Beau, it's just a fanfiction. Thank you.
Also trigger Warning
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Mitch was at home alone contemplating his life. He used to be so happy, with Scott. When Scott and him lived together things just came so easily. There was never a dull moment when you out the two of them in the same room.
But that was back then, and this is now. Mitch had started dating Beau and Scott had started dating Mark but it wasn't the same. When Mitch moved out he thought it would be best.
He found a house with Beau and at first they were happy, at least Mitch was, but after that things changed. Beau would leave and come home drunk and would beat the crap out of Mitch when ever Mitch so much as looked his way.
But Beau was smart, he only hit the parts that he knew Mitch could cover with his shirts or jeans. Mitch would cry most nights, he didn't want to stay with him but he also didn't want to be alone for the rest of his life.
He wanted Scott.
He wished he could go back in time to when they were still living together and everything seemed simple.
Now Scott was far away than ever and Mitch wiped his eyes as he remembered the insta story he saw on Scott's page, it was Scott, Mark and Kirstie, Matt and Kevin at a concert.
Mitch was invited but Beau didn't let him go and instead, used his body to do whatever he wanted. Mitch was excited for tour. To finally get away from it all but apparently Mark and Beau were friends so when Mark told Beau that he was going with Scott, Beau decided to go with Mitch.
When Mitch and Scott saw each other on the tour bus it was awkward. "Hey." Scott said as Mitch gave a weak smile "hey." He hated this, hated the awkward exchanges. This guy use to be his best friend, his other half. Now Scott's other half was Mark and Mitch had a part of him missing.
Kirstie, Matt, Kevin, Scott and Mitch were all hanging out when Mark and Beau walked in. Mitch wondered what they were discussing but wouldn't dare ask. Mark immediately sat next to Scott and cuddled into his side.
Scott smirks up at him and as Beau went to touch Mitch, Mitch flinched and Beau gave him a warning glare as Kirstie noticed the little interaction between the two "hey, are you ok?" Mitch was about to speak but Beau cut in "he's fine. Just tired, right babe?" Mitch nodded looking down.
Once everyone was asleep in their bunks Mitch got a text from Beau saying to meet him in the back where no one could hear. Mitch sighed but knew if he disobeyed then the punishment would be worse.
He got out of his bunk and went to the back where it was sound proof, mostly for recording sessions and things like that.
"You want help Mitch?" Beau whispered as he grabbed Mitch roughly and banged him against the wall.
Mitch felt a punch to the gut as Beau whispered in his ear "no one's going to help your ungrateful, bitch ass." He then gave one final punch to Mitch's stomach as Mitch gasped at the pain and fell to the floor as Beau left.
The next day Mitch acted like nothing happened and when they got to their first show Mitch was in so much pain that it was unbearable. Before the group went on stage Mitch was checking out the bruises and scars on his naked chest.
"Hey Mitchie- do you ha-" Kirstie suddenly barged in as Mitch cursed "shit, Kirst. What is it?" He quickly put back on the shirt he was performing in and he eyes widened "Mitch...is Beau...is he hurting you?"
Mitch looked down as Kirstie gasped, tears watering in his eyes "oh my God...." Mitch looked back up "promise me you won't tell anyone..." Kirstie looked dazed as Mitch raised his voice "promise me!" Kirstie nodded "I promise."
When they went on the stage they were three songs in and of course Mitch had perfected his smile perfectly enough just so that they don't worry as he belted. But after one of the songs he started feeling dizzy and light headed.
He started coughing uncontrollably as blood started pouring out of his mouth and people started screaming and he collapsed as he started seizing.
Scott immediately dropped his microphone and ran over to Mitch "Mitch! Mitch! Listen to my voice."
Kevin (being the doctor of the group) also went to Mitch and turned him on his side so that he didn't choke on the blood.
Kirstie was on the phone with 911 in tears as Matt also tried to help as well. A few minutes later the ambulance came and took Mitch away, immediately taking him to the hospital where the paramedics rushed him into surgery.
Scott, Kirstie, Matt and Kevin drove while Mark and Beau were in another car. They went to the hospital and waited as the doctor finally came out a few hours later.
"Hi, are you the friends of Mitchell Grassi?" They all nodded and she sighed "he's alright, he was slowly bleeding internally from his abdomen and that's what caused his seizure and the blood. You may see him now, he's in room 13A."
She walked away and when they got there Kirstie immediately turned to Beau who was playing the concerned boyfriend very well "you sick, son of a bitch." She goes to beat him up but Kevin and Matt hold her back as Scott was standing by Mitch's bed side, holding the boys hand.
Kirstie wiped her tears "he could've died because of you." Scott looked up "what?" Beau was thinking of excuses but couldn't think of any so he just said "Mark put me up to it." Marks eyes widened as Scott stepped away from him "what?"
Mark put up his handd up in surrender "to be fair, I told him to keep him away from you. Not beat the living crap outta him." Scott scoffs "get out."
Mark gasped "baby please-" "GET OUT NOW, MARK! WE'RE DONE." Mark glared and stormed out of the room, dragging Beau with him.
Mitch moaned as he opened his eyes "what happened?" Scott rushed to his side and grabbed his hand "hey, it's me." Mitch smiled a little "I'm sick Scott, not blind." Scott laughed "there's my sassy queen I love so much." Mitch closed his eyes in content as Scott just stood there "Mitchie?" Mitch hummed his acknowledgement and Scott continued.
"Next time, talk to me." Mitch nodded "I will...promise."
