Unhinged

Watched

*Scotts POV*

"Grab your coat"

Mitch was shaking my arm softly, awakening me from my deep slumber. It was still dark outside and from how my body felt, it seemed very early in the morning.

"Mitch whats wrong? What time is it?" I managed to mumbled out a few words, hoping Mitch could make out what I had said. He was slightly worrying me, his mysterious nature only adding to my confused state of mind.

"Come on, lets go" Mitch's tone was silvery, yet nonchalant, making me feel uneasy and unsure of the situation.

"I got up quickly, rubbing my eyes with my sweater paws and grabbing a large coat, along with my phone.

2:37am.

Why was Mitch pulling me out of bed at 2 in the morning?

Mitch had been running around the room, collecting little bits and pieces and putting them in his handbag.

"Mitch slow down are you okay? You're starting to scare me."

"It's okay Scott, don't worry"

Mitch looked me in the eyes for a split second, hurriedly looking away and focusing on zipping his bag closed.

"Come on." Mitch grabbed my hand and led me through his house, out the back door and around the side. He grabbed the keys to my car from his bag, forcibly trying sticking them into the ignition.

"Shouldn't I drive Mitch? I'm the one with the license." He was visibly shaking, clearly panicked for some unknown reason. I grabbed his small hand with both of mine, calming him and trying to understand the situation. What did he do? Why was he running away, with me, in the middle of the night? So many questions and no answers.

"There's no time we have to go" Mitch spoke through gritted teeth

"You're in no state to drive, especially at night. Come on. I'll drive."

I grabbed the keys from his hand, ushering him out of the drivers seat and into the passenger one. There was a piece of paper sitting under my wiper on my windscreen, I grabbed it, praying it wasn't a ticket. Putting the key into the ignition, I put the car into reverse, lowering the hand break whilst simultaneously slowly pressing on the accelerator. And we were off.

I was unfamiliar of the area, so the only place I knew of was the holiday house we were all supposed to be headed up to before I lost the plot and met a literal angel.

My angel was sitting in the passenger seat, legs shaking, head facing the window so I couldn't see his face. He would switch between two positions, wringing his hands together nervously, or supporting his head with his hand, elbow resting on the window, biting his lip.

"Mitch, honey, whats going on? Please talk to me." My voice was pleading with him, we had been driving for almost an hour, avoiding the destination, just so I could try and pry some information out of him.

Mitch continued shaking his leg, but turned his head to look at me. His eyes were red and puffy, stained with tears. He was scared.

"I need to get away" Mitch uttered softly, nervously shaking.

"Away from what?"

"Who." He corrected me.

I furrowed my brows, who had been scarring Mitch? He hadn't mentioned one word to me about being afraid of anyone.

"I've been getting notes, and texts. I don't know who from. Threats..."

I thought back to when I got in the car, clenching my fists on the steering wheel as I remembered the note I took from the windscreen earlier. Maybe that was from the same person.