clash of hate!...or love?

chapter 5

twist it up. with a  scott POV!

it was 15 min till 10 the usual time i sleep and i had no idea where i was going to sleep. and of course i am too scared to ask mitch. i pace around the room, fiddeling with my fingers, its a habit when im worried. should i just ask mitch. no, no way. are you crazy scott he will blow your brains out. literally

why did i say yes to this. wow reality just hit me hard, why did i say yes to him, after knowing that he could kill me, why in the hell would i. oh gosh, what was i thinking.

wait

i wasnt thinking. because i was too busy staring at mitch's eyes, i spoke on impulse, i swear speaking on impulse will be the death of me one day ;-)

 i have decided i will go. let me just plan out what i want to say. as i was thinking mitch came out of the room. startling me. making me forget everything i was about to say.

"what?" he questioned clearly wanting to know why i was staring at him but no, speech had to fail me now.

"err i..sleep berr where..bed?" i said feeling content with whatever came out of my mouth.

"the only thing i got from that was sleep and where, so im gonna guess you are asking where you gonna sleep." i nodded my head frantically

"sorry, that never happens, i dont know why...now..." i said.

"whatever, you can sleep wherever you want, i dont mind." he said walking back into his room.

anywhere?! even on the couch, no...i dont do couches well. i really would love a bed right now, i slowly walked into the room mitch went into. i looked around to see where mitch is. i saw a figure on the couch inside there, a blanket over it. so im guessing its mitch.

i walk quietly over to the bed and slid right in, enjoying the satifying warmth that immediatly hit me as i entered. i got cosy and drifted into a sound sleep.

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i woke up in the morning with a heavy feeling on my chest. i opened my eyes slowly to see a hand on my chest. it was mitch's. you dont understand the amount of fear that had struck me at that moment, its his hand. the one that almost killed me. yesterday. i stayed absolutly still not daring to move a single muscle.

i feel him move, he opened his eyes and saw me, god knows what he was thinnking, but he looked horrified. he jumped up

"what the fuck are you doing in the same bed as me!" he shouted.

"i thought you were over there!" i pointed to where there was a blanket. i was shocked when i saw the same figure-ish thing there. i got up and pulled the blanket off. "clothes?" i mummered

"yes clothes" mitch said.

"what are your clothes doing here!" i demanded.

"not mine, yours."

"these are not mine! where did you get it from" i asked

"i have my ways, now stop with the questions, and just listen and do as i tell you." he demanded. i simply nodded fearing what he would do to me.

"i want you to where these clothes from now on. okay. they will look so much better on you" he smiled, but i could tell he forced those words out.

"okay." i said, as he was looking for a combination. once he did he handed it to me to change.

i come out of the bathroom wearing what he has given me. black jeans a black top and some black boots, i felt really uncomfortable in them but i guess they wear alright except for the fact it had no color at all!

"wow seriously much better! now we need to sort your hair out!" he said messing my hair about. "no where are the scissors"

"scissors!  noo dont cut my hair! i like it long!" i pleaded

"i'll make an exception. i'll keep a section long you'll love it trust me!" he said getting excited. i gave into his demand since he smiled, a genuine smile according to me.

*15 minutes later*

"you shaved all the sides! it looks horrible. i dont like it. you might as well cut the rest!"

"okay" mitch said

"NO! i wasnt serious. dont cut it even more i dont thinnk i can bare it!" i stopped him, he shrugged his shoulders and put the equipment down. he added some final touches and fixed my hair into a quiff.

"there we are! done" he said proudly. "now let me take a photo." he said taking out his phone.

"no i hate photo's i always come out ugly." i whined

"good we can be ugly together." he replied.

i dont know why but when he said that, i felt some what satisfied. i dont think that a right way to term it but oh well. he extended his arms and readied himself for the pic, "ready" he asked, and i just nodded my head, as an excuse to stop myself from looking at his eyes. i looked at the lens but then looked at how close we were together. i heard a snap of the camera, whch snapped me out of my thoughts,

"i wasnt ready actually take another one please" i asked.

he extended his arms again, and again we were close to each other, i need to stop thinking about that. i looked at the lens and smiled as he snapped a photo. i sighed in relief as i got that over and done with.

why is he being extra close right now, he never has been before. i thougt he hated me, to be honest i much prefered it when he hates me, at least i can actually reply to his questions or not get pulled ito my own thoughts when he is close to me.

why is things getting so hard?! or is there something i'm just not getting??

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this chapter though, oh so many ideas from this chapter for the next chapter. dayum.

im gonna go write up the next chapter!

bye

STAY FRUITY! X