Mitch's POV

I woke up before Scott did, my breathing staggered and my heart racing. I had a dream where Travis was chasing me, but... it wasn't just Travis. It was Alexander Kirk, Scott's ex, and then... Scott. It was Scott. He tackled me to the ground... and he did things to me. Then it was Travis again. Then Scott. The faces molded together and I couldn't tell who it was. It was like my brain was having an internal meltdown. I couldn't believe it was one, so then it turned into the other. Then, it was just Alex. It was Alex. He was calling me names and he was hitting me. I could still place where he hit me exactly.

I looked at Scott, who was peacefully asleep. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him jolt awake.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I stuttered, moving my hand, but he shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry baby. I've been jumpy for a while now. Don't worry about it." Scott tried to assure me, but that made me feel worse.

"Can you get me my medicine please?" I asked him, feeling my ribs begin to hurt worse.

"Of course baby. By they way, the doctor is coming today. He has to check you out since you ran yesterday. It hurt you really bad and we have to make sure your ribs are any worse or if they are healing like they are supposed to." He nodded, standing up and going to the bathroom to grab the medicine. He got a cup and some water, then walked to me, handing me all of the things.

As I took the medicine, he sat on the balcony of the window. He was looking out the window, looking as blue as a smurf. I felt bad. I had made him feel this way after all. I didn't know what to do though. What do I say? I felt bad, but what could I do. There wasn't anything I could do to help him. There wasn't anything I could do that could change what has already happened. I wish I could go back and change what happened, but I couldn't. I am who I am and Scott is who he is. I feel bad, but what can I do? I wish he could tell me what I could do to make this better, because I don't know what to do. He needs to give me some idea what's going on. I can't read his mind.

"Scott, what's wrong?" I asked him, sighing.

Scott turned to me, with tears in his eyes, making me sigh.

"You scared me yesterday. Like, really scared me. If I wouldn't have known you when you were younger, I wouldn't have known what was wrong with you and I wouldn't have known what to do. I wouldn't have known that you would most likely run to Starbucks and I wouldn't have known that you only run when you're stressed out. I wouldn't have known that. What if I wouldn't have known? What would have happened to you?" He asked me, angry.

"You would have found me, I know you would have. You have always found me and you will find me again and again and again. If not now, then another time, but we would have found each other. I know we would have." I tried to assure him, making him shake his head.

"How do you know that Mitch?" He asked, now scared.

"I just know Scott. Can't you see? This, ALL of THIS! It is fate. This was all meant to happen! Don't you realize? This was supposed to happen to me! To us!" I said, grabbing his hand.

"You were supposed to be hurt! I was supposed to find you almost dead! I was supposed to wonder if you were alive! I was supposed to go out looking for you, sobbing my eyes out when I finally found you! ALL OF THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! I was supposed to worry about you EVERY! DAY! This was fucking SUPPOSED to happen!" He yelled, making me jump. "You're so fucking NAÏVE! Can't you see that THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!"

I jumped when he began yelling, making me upset. I bit my lip and looked down.

"I'm not naïve." I whispered, wiping a tear that had fallen from my eye. "And I didn't ask you to worry."

I stood up and walked out of the room, before my tears could pour down my face. I was more or less limping, but I still managed. I walked into the living room and grabbed Wyatt, pulling him close to my face to calm me. He curled up into my hands, purring loudly. I sniffled and hugged him close to my body. He looked up lazily at me and put his paw on my nose.

"Boop." I whispered, trying to cheer myself up. That just made tears fall down my face faster.

This is the first time Scott has ever fully yelled at me angrily. Other times, it was playful arguing, but not this time. He was really mad at me. Not even mad. He was pissed. I didn't want him to be angry with me. I never wanted him to be angry with me. I needed to know what was going on in his mind, but it's like he blames me for all of this. Yeah, I ran and I shouldn't have done that, but he's acting like it's my fault that I got hurt. Fact is, he hurt me more then Travis ever could. He hurt me because I have cared about him more then anything in the world and he completely hurt me. He broke my heart and no one has ever had that affect on me before. Not even Travis. No one could ever hurt me like Scott had. He hurt me in the worst way possible. I I don't know what to do.