"It's him, Mitch. He texted me." I said, biting my lip. I could not let Mitch see my phone screen. We both never who I was talking about, however: Alex, my on and off again ex boyfriend for three years. What was I going to do?
We sat opposite each other at the table, as we had a month previously (discussing our true feelings for each other), mulling over why Alex had texted. I was reluctant to show Mitch the message, although it seemed like my boyfriend had already guessed its contents.
"He wants you back again doesn't he." I didn't answer Mitch's question. "Scott, I know you. I've loved you for so long. I know when something big, and bad, has happened. Tell me, I swear I won't be upset."
I showed Mitch the paragraph on my mobile, a text from Alex explaining that he would find me and make my life miserable if I didn't agree to meet him. My dark haired boyfriend assured me that it was an empty threat, and I agreed. I couldn't let Mitch see how scared I was, how terrified I was that Alex had found me, texted me again. Mitch would never know why, he wouldn't understand why, because I had never told him what Alex had done to me. I wasn't ready to tell him my darkest secret, my biggest fear.
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The Real Scömìche
Fanfiction|| SCÖMÌCHE FANFIC || COMPLETED || Behind the Superfruit camera, something's going on. Scott really likes Mitch, but there is no way Mitch likes him back. They've been best friends since childhood, but Scott has never been brave enough to admit his...
