It's okay Mitch. (A Pentatonix "PTX" Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve.

Quick question.

How often would you like me to update? I mean I've been updating I think once a day. Is that too much? Would you like once a week? I'd prefer to update once a day, cause I enjoy writing! Also, don't for get to check out my Scomiche. Thanks <3 Oh and one more thing. Should I start adding POVs, or not? Let me know! Stay beautiful;)

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*WARNING CONTAINS DRUG USE AND RAPEY STUFF IT THAT MAKES SENSE SORRY IM NOT GOOD WITH WORDS OKAY BYE*

"How much further?" Mitch groaned, his legs aching. Him and Chris (the guy Mitch met at the gay bar) were on their way to Chris's apartment.

"We're here." Chris said, getting out his keys to unlock the door. A sudden wave of anxiousness hit Mitch as he walked through the door. Something bad was gonna happen, but he didn't know what.

Chris went into the kitchen to get some alchohol, then came back out with various bottles. He made his way up the stairs, Mitch following. Chris's room was small, it was dark, with cigarette packets scattered on the floor.

"As you can see, I'm not into tidying." Chris laughed, motioning Mitch to sit down on the bed next to him.

"But guess what I am into." Chris smirked, leaning over Mitch to get something out of his drawer. Mitch gulped, he had never felt so uncomfortable in all of his life. He was meant to be having fun.

"Wh-what?" Mitch whispered. Chris returned to his sitting postion, with various packets of drugs in his hands.

"Oookay, so we have coke, marijuana, and the big 'H'." He laughed, smirking. By 'the big H' he meant Heroine, obviously.

"I- I don't do drugs." Mitch leapt off the bed, and headed for the bedroom door. Chris grabbed his rist.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want then? You wanna fuck?" Chris asked, he seemed pissed at the fact Mitch would do drugs with him.

"No! Get off of me!" Mitch shouted, but it was no use, Chris grabbed him, and pushed him onto the bed. He unbuckled his pants, before slipping them off. Mitch froze. He was scared, but he knew that if he tried to run away, Chris would stop him.

"HELP!" Mitch cried, as Chris removed his pants and boxers, and got ont top of him. He was trapped.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed." Chris laughed.

"NO PLEASE NO!" Mitch screamed, but it was too late.

*Kirstie's house*

"What the fuck Kirstie?" Scott shouted, pulling on his clothes.

"What? What did I dooooooooooooo?" Kirstie giggled, she was still drunk. Well, that's what Scott thought.

"This is your fault. If you hadn't of seduced me, then nothing would have happened!" Scott shouted, raising his hands in frustration.

"Hey!" Don't put this on me! It's takes two to fuck!" She laughed, shaking her head.

"You aren't gonna rememeber any of this when you wake up." Scott hissed, before grabbing his phone, and heading for the door.

"Scott, I'm sober." Kirstie whispered. Scott's eyebrows furrowed.

"Impossible. You dr-" Scott started.

"No, Scott. Noticed how everything I drank was in a cup, rather than outta the can or bottle? Most of it is juice, or soda. You just didn't know because my cup isn't see through. And you didn't have any, so there was no way of you finding out." Kirstie said, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"KIRSTIE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME OMG KIR-" Scott began, he was interupted by his phone ringing.

"Mitch?" Scott seemed confused. Why would he ring him? Wasn't he mad. No. He was crying.

"S-scott, please come and get me." Mitch cried. 

"Shut up Mitch, you wanted to fuck and you know it." Chris shouted in the backgroud, and slammed the door.

"MITCH! WHAT HAPPENED! DID YOU-"

"I was raped." Mitch whispered. "I'll text you the adress." He said, before hanging up.

"I need to go." Scott turned to Kirstie. "We talk about this tomorrow." Scott said flatly, and opened the door. "And Kirstie." Scott shouted to the bedroom. "Put some clothes on." And he left the apartment.