Unhinged

Problem

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*Scotts POV*

I felt a slight nudge to my side, slowly awakening me. My body felt heavy and exhausted, not wanting to be disturbed, purely wanting to go back to my dreams which patiently slipped away as I regained conciseness. Mitch was prodding me slowly, in a timed, repetitive motion, his eyes glazed and hazy, not paying too much attention to detail.

"Whats up babe?" I slurred groggily, turning my body uncomfortably.

"Problem."

Mitch spoke one word, not moving his gaze towards my eyes, but leaving them staring down. Mitch continued prodding me, despite my now alert state. My vision began getting clearer and my mind became more awake.

What was he talking about?

"Mitch what is wrong? Whats the time?"

"Fuck the time, you've got a problem." He started acting funny, as if he was all of a sudden a ball of energy. "And I'm going to help you fix it" His demeanour was unlike himself, too energetic and confident for the state he was previously in.

"Mitch what are you talking about?" I propped up on my elbow, getting slightly irritated, but more concerned. This was not the Mitch I knew.

Mitch got up abruptly, pushing my chest so I was laying down on my back. He started crawling seductively towards me.

"Mitch...?"

I didn't understand why Mitch was acting like this. His personality had done a complete 180 and it made me slightly uncomfortable.

"Come on baby let me help you"

Mitch was biting his lips, smirking, his hands grabbing my body in a way he had never done before. His fingers began working on the zip to my pants, which was when I realised the problem he was referring to and what he was planning on doing.

The more Mitch fiddled with undoing my zipper, the more uneasy I felt and the more I noticed that this wasn't Mitch. A couple of hours ago he was high and so petrified that he couldn't function anymore. What the hell was going on?

"Mitch, no Mitch stop" My words fell from my mouth, small and seemingly unheard; but I didn't mean them any less.

Mitch failed to respond to my plea, and continued to hurriedly undo my pants. I did not want this. Not like this.

I began to shake, knowing this familiar feeling all too well. The flashbacks began to wash over me, drowning me in fear and regret. I couldn't do this. Not again.

"Mitch stop it" I was softly pushing his hands away, not wanting to hurt him, whilst scooting back.

He wasn't listening.

All I could see was Charles. All I could feel was Charles. The panic. The desperate longing for his approval. Everything was Charles.

But Charles was gone, or so I told myself. And Mitch was here.

But Mitch wasn't here.

Not the Mitch I knew anyway.

"Oh come on baby you know you want to, don't even try to deny it"

Mitch's voice was smooth and sexy, desirable and delicious.

But I couldn't do this. My mind was freaking out and my body was still shaking uncontrollably.

"Mitch. Stop it. Mitch, NO!"

My bellow shocked him and myself. I didn't mean to yell, but he wasn't listening, too entranced by his own mind to worry about anything else.

I pushed his arms off of me, zipping up my pants and backing away from him, scared of what could of happened.

His face was out of focus, not physically, but he didn't seem quite all there. His skin lacked colour and his pupils were much larger than usual, making his eyes seem almost completely black.

Something was very wrong.

Instantly Mitch's mood altered, going from overly confident and sexual, to the mere ghost of himself. Eyebrows creasing together slightly, eyes sad and beginning to water, and shoulders hunched over. He seemed to want to hide away and become as small as possible.

I was still breathing heavily, but feeling more like the predator rather than somebody for Mitch to trust.

I didn't understand how I should feel. What he had done was wrong, but something was also wrong with him. I wanted to feel bad for yelling, but at the same time, if I didn't yell, I don't know if he would of stopped...

"Scott..." Mitch whispered.

I knew he felt guilt now, I could see it in his face.

"Mitch what is going on with you? You need to tell me what the fuck is happening right now. Why are we here? Why are you acting so unusually confident? MITCH!"

I snapped my fingers in front of his face, aiming to gain back his attention. He seemed to be zoning out, not all there and kind of glazed.

Mitch stared at me blankly, then started giggling. Did I say something funny? He brought his shoulders up, covering his mouth with his hands, in a failed attempt to stifle his laugh. This was ridiculous. I was getting nowhere. I rolled me eyes, then began to pay more attention to my surroundings. If Mitch wasn't going to tell me what was going on, I would just have to figure it out myself.

I jumped towards Mitch's belongings, shuffling through the items in his bag. Immediately, Mitch sprung forward; what previously was laughter and a naughty smile plastered on his face, was now replaced with fury. He was incredibly mad at me, and I had a feeling why.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STUFF SCOTT!" Mitch screamed at me.

I couldn't of even imagined Mitch to ever get this upset.

"I'm figuring out what is going on with you!" I muttered forcefully through gritted teeth.

"IM FINE! GET! OUT! OF! MY! STUFF!"

With each word, he ripped on his bag, the pair of us in a tug-of-war motion. I was much stronger than him however, and successfully took the bag from his grip.

"SCOTT! DON'T!" Mitch exclaimed as the bag flew out of his hands.

"You don't understand Scott. Just leave it!"

Mitch was grasping onto straws, attempting to get me to surrender.

No sir.

Not if I think what's going on is true.

I hurriedly looked through his bag, Mitch becoming teary eyed and clearly more distraught than before.

My hands fumbled with two items in his bag, and my stomach dropped.

One of these I had expected, but the coldness of the other was something I never imagined would of been in Mitch's bag.

I felt sick. I was on the verge of tears.

What was this doing in Mitch's purse?

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