Mitch's POV

As I was running, I felt tears pour out of my eyes. I am a handful. Nobody knows what to do with me. They don't know how to help me. I need help. Not even Scott. He is right. I do have a tendency to chose awful men, but I use to think they werent so bad until I got to know them. They were all the same. Abusive, alcoholics, and cheaters. I apperently have a type. Will Scott be like that? Of course not! I have known him since we were kids. He would never hurt me on purpose. Right? I mean, he did send those messages, but he was drunk, so... Drunk words, sober thoughts. Did he really think that about me? Of course he did. I am a spoiled rotten brat who gets what he wants and if I don't, I whine about it.

"MITCH!" I heard Kevin yell not far behind me. "PLEASE SLOW DOWN AND TALK TO ME!"

I kept running like I didn't hear him. Although my ribs were killing me, I kept running. I had to get away from everyone and everything. I couldn't stay here... I can't

"Mitch Grassi?" I heard a young voice say, making me stop in my tracks. "I-Is it really you? From Pentatonix?"

I nodded slowly, now completely stopped.

"It really is you! I was going to give thi sto you at your next concert, I got V.I.P. tickets, but... could I give it to you now or-?" The girl asked, only about 13.

"Or course you can dear." I nodded, out of breath. "What's your name?"

"Emmy." She said, simply, handing me a little card with my full name on it. "Seems creepy, I know, but I looked up your full name..."

"Not creepy at all. I have seen and read worse , believe me. This is nothing." I shook my head. "Thank you Emmy. Now, I do have to get going before they catch me."

"Why, what's going on?" She asked, startled. "Y-You're crying."

"Nothing, I just-need to get away. Thank you so much for your support. Stay amazing. Your beautiful. I'll read this when I get home or... I am where I want to get away. Love you Emmy." I said, giving her a quick hug before taking off running again.

Running again. Great. This is so not going to help my ribs. I'll probably have to get another visit from the doctor to check on it. Great. This day is turning out amazing.

Kevin's POV

As I ran down the street, I couldn't help but realize something. Since the incident with the alley, Mitch hasn't been the same. His energy hasn't been the same. His energy has been gone. His smiles are replaced by frowns. His laughs are replaced by frowns. His laughs are masked by his crying. Nothing is the same. Scott has been so stressed, not the usual carefree man I got to know when I first met him. I stopped as I had realization adn stopped Kirst and Scott.

"KEVIN! He's getting away!" Scott yelled, angry with me.

"Shut up and just fucking listen for once in your life." I said, anger. "Scott has been stressed since the incident. Mitch has been sad, scared, and crying constantly. I have an idea. Let him go where he wants to go. Probability of him going somewhere else other then the closest Starbucks is very unlikely and that is about a couple blocks. Let him go. We will walk and by the time we get there, he should have a drink and be calm enough to talk this all out rationally."

"What if he doesn't go there? What if Travis finds him?" He asked, crying.

"He will. Just trust me. I know. Lets walk and calm down. We'll have a doctor check out Mitch when we get back home to make sure he will be alright. Please, just trust me on this. I know what I am doing." I told him. "He needs to get all of the fear out and this is his way of doing it."

"Scott, he's right. Mitch runs when he's stressed remember in high school, everytime he got upset is when he preformed best in track." Kirstin agreed with me, her hair up in a ponytail. "Let him run. I know my Mitch and when he is thirsty and tired, he goes to Starbucks. Let him go down there. We will be able to talk to him that way."

"But. H-he." Scott stuttered, looking over my shoulder, before letting his body relax and become upset. "You're right. C'mon."

"I know I am." I smiled, before walking along side the two. I really hope I am right this time. This is NOT the time to be wrong.

Scott's POV

I smiled when I saw Mitch sitting at a table, drinking a cappucino. I saw fresh tears making their way down his cheeks. I walked up to him and bent down in front of him.

"Why, in hell did you run away like that?" I asked, angry but happy that he is alright.

"I heard you guys conversation. I just, I feel like am just a cause of worry. That's all I am to everyone in the world." Mitch told me, shaking his head. "I'm a big worry. People could live without me perfectly fine."

"That is not true and you know it Mitch." I said.

"But do I?" He asked, looking at me.

"We'll finish this later. Look, we do need to record today. Just c'mon." I shook my head, irritated.

"But-" He stuttered.

"No buts Mitch." Kirstin said. "We didn't chase after you just because we could. We HAVE to record Mitch. We can't let down all these people who are supporting us. We changed this date twice. I don't want to change it a third time or Ben will have our tails."

"Yeah, I know." He nodded, sighing. "Alright. Lets go."

"How's your ribs?" I asked, as he stood up.

"I'll have a doctor check it tomorrow." Kevin said. "Call him up to your all's house."

"Thanks Kev. C'mon Mitch. I already called Avi to come pick us up down here." I nodded at Kevin, helping Mitch up.

As we walked out, something caught Mitch's eye and I could feel his fear. I looked over and there was Travis, standing right there. Avi pulled up and I urged everybody to get in the car, keeping an eye on him so he couldn't sneak up on us.

"Shit Scott. What was it?" Kirstin asked, as she rubbed her neck. "You looked like you saw the Devil."

"I think I just did. Guys, I think Travis is following us around." I said, facing them.

My phone vibrated and I quickly checked it.

T: Right on the dot Scottie.