Not Anymore [Book One]

chapter 31

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Travis's POV

"Mitch please listen to me!"
my voice rings out and the running continues.

"Mitch!!"

Mitch turns to look at me. "Stop this." He says. I blinked. "What?"

"You don't love me."

I woke up screaming.
I was drenched in sweat. I breathed roughly.

I've been having dreams of Mitch and it always, always always involves me chasing after him.

Some were sexual, some were not.

It's wierd. When I think of him, I want him.
I want him to be mine. I think this is love.
No one ever refused before, and this made Mitch special. I think this is true love.

I need him. I want him.

I stood up and walked over to my phone.

"Hi. I need your work." I said into the phone.

Jonathan groaned. "Dude it's 3:30. Later."

Jonathan is my friend. He works as a...worker, I guess? I gave him money to do dirty work for me. I like that guy. Good kid.

"I need your work first thing in the morning then. It's about Mitch. I need avengement. " I said, and he sighed. "Fine."

I hung up and slid out my door. My huge house was quiet. I sat on the couch and touched the stool next to me.
Mitch used to sit here. I thought.

I turned my speakers on. Music blarred loudly. All the neighbors pounded at my door 3 seconds later. I closed my eyes and smiled.

I walked upstairs and picked up my money machine. I put it out the window and blasted about a thousand dollers outside.
10 minutes later, it got quiet.

I laughed. Money controled everything.
I took my phone and texted Mitch.

T.Stoll: bae. What you up to?

Mitchell: I have nothing to say to you.

T.Stoll: bae I love you come back please.

Mitchell: You don't love me. You just want to think that.

Then I got mad.

T.Stoll: Is it because of Scott?

Mitchell: It's not just that..it's..

T.Stoll: what does he have that I don't?

Mitchell: Manners, Love, blue eyes, and actual feelings for me?

T.Stoll: I have money.

Mitchell: I don't care.

T. Stoll: I love you. I'll be at your place by moring.

No answer came afterwards.

I looked at the clock. 4: 48. Good.

I opened up my gallery and picked a picture of Mitch. I fingered it and I felt the urge to kiss it. I did.