I wake up still in Scott's bed. I was sprawled on the bed and I notice that Scott wasn't there. I roll over to look at his digital clock on his nightstand and was shocked to see the time. I rub my eyes and read it again.

12:30? I can't remember the last time I've slept that late. Guess I really needed it. Okay. Time to get up.

I sit up and stretch. I could hear the bones in my back and shoulders crack. I climb out of Scott's bed and make my way downstairs to the kitchen where I hear Mitch singing a song that I've never heard.

Once he saw me he immediately stopped singing the song.

"Good morning sunshine. Or should I say good afternoon." Mitch says with a smirk.

"Very funny." I say sarcastically.

I slide into one of the chairs of the kitchen island and observe Mitch cutting up something that I've never seen before.

"What are you cutting?" I ask trying to look over his shoulder.

"Tofu. It's for lunch."

I disgusting expression spreads across  my face. Mitch looks at it and rolls his eyes.

"Have you even had tofu before?" He asks.

"No."

"Then how do you even know you like it if you don't even know what is taste like. "

"Fine I'll try it. But if it don't like it I'm spitting it out. Just warning you."

He chuckles at that and continues doing whatever he was doing.

"Where's Scott?" I ask.

"In his office working. Go tell him that lunch will be ready in 15 minutes."

"Where's his office?"

"The room next to the living room."

God damn this house has so many rooms.

I walk out of the kitchen and to the office. The melodic sound of a piano grew louder as I approached the room.

The door was cracked open. I peeked inside and saw Scott on a black grand piano playing something. I noticed he was wearing that dark gray beanie Mitch bought him when Mitch took me shopping.

Must've been Mitch's anniversary gift to Scott.

He stopped to type something on his iPad that was settled on the stand of the piano,then continued playing. When he stopped again, I knocked on the door. He turns towards my knocking.

"Oh look who decided to get up." Scott says.

I roll my eyes and approach him.

"Whatcha doing?" I ask.

"Working on something."

"On what?"

"Well wouldn't little miss nosy want to know." Scott says flashing that famous smile of his.

"Yes I do that's why I asked."

"Well this is still hush hush but Pentatonix is coming out with an album."

"Can I get a sneak peek?" I ask with puppy dog eyes.

He sighs and pats the piano bench. He scoots over to make room for me and I sit down next to him. I look at the iPad that had New Year's Day as the title and what I'm thinking were piano chords were underneath.

"Just a little peek. It's not completely done anyways."

Scott places his fingers on the piano and starts playing. After a few beats, his amazing voice fills the room. I watch as his hands glide on the piano.

"Tonight the apple falls in time. We'll sing along with Auld Lang Syne and throw confetti high up into space. This town will be a different place and the past will wash away like coffee stains. We could be kings of the world. On top of the nations. It's our celebration for the moment to come. The city's on fire. We're holding up lighters. Raising them higher and we've only become."

He stops then looks at me.

"What do ya think?"

"I love it." I said awestruck.

"Really? I don't know if-" Scott started to say.

"No. People will love it." I say as I interrupt him.

"Well a pentaholic knows best about Pentatonix music." He says with a chuckle.

"You bet. I love watching you play the piano."

"Do you know how to play?" He asks.

"No, I don't think I have that much patience to learn how to play an instrument."

"I can teach you if you want."

I thought about it.

Why not. It will be a great bonding experience for the both of us.

"Worth a try." I say.

"Okay before you learn anything I want you to get a feel for the piano."He says.

He then scoots backs little and pats his lap. Knowing what that meant, I get up and sit on his lap. His arms were on either side of me and he placed his hand elegantly on the piano.

"Put your hands on top of mine." He instructs.

I do as told and match my fingers with his.

"Now close your eyes and listen. Try to feel the music."

I close my eyes and Scott begins playing. My hands moving with his. The piece he is playing is unknown to me but it's a very sad yet beautiful tune. I can feel the music flowing through my body. Every note pulses in me. It's a magically feeling.

Scott's ends with a long note and when he is done I open my eyes. I guess he could tell that I felt something by what he said next.

"It's amazing isn't it."

"Truly." I reply.

"Stephanie! Rachel! Lunch is ready!" Mitch yells.

Stephanie? Oh wait that's Scott.

"Our first lesson is done." Scott says patting my leg.

I get up and walk to the kitchen. Mitch had three bowls on the dining table. I say in front of one.

"What's for lunch?" Scott says as he enters.

"Tofu stir fry." Mitch says as he settled across from me. Scott is seated at the end of the table completing our triangle.

"Thank you babe." Scott says as he leans towards Mitch and gives him a quick peck on the lips.

I take a bite and I could feel Mitch's eyes on me. Searching for my satisfaction. I chew the tofu and it's not that bad. Weird texture but pretty good.

"Is it good?" Mitch asks.

"Surprisingly."

Just then, the doorbell rings.

"Oh it must be those new clothes I ordered." Mitch says starting to get up.

"I got it." I motion for Mitch to sit back down and I went to the front door.

I opened it and was completely took back at what I saw.

Anthony was standing there and my "mom" was next to him. And she looked pissed.

Anthony brought her here. That son of a bitch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I breathlessly say.

"Rachel, I'm so sor-" Anthony began to say.

"He brought me here." She says interrupting him. "I'm here to take you back." She snarled.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"Rachel what's going on?" Mitch says as he approaches me. Scott was right behind him.

I open the door wider so they could see. She and Mitch make eye contact.

"Who are you?" Mitch asks.

"I'm her mother."

"No you aren't!" I yell as I take step towards her.

I'm not backing down. She will not take advantage of me.

We were practically  face to face now. I could smell the stench of alcohol on her breath. She hasn't had a drop of alcohol since she's been out of rehab which was 18 months ago.

"Leave." I said through gritted teeth.

"I will when I have my daughter daughter back."

"I'm not your daughter bitch."

Her eyes fill with shock then anger. She pushes me away and I fall into Mitch's arms. I stand up straight showing that I'm not about to back down.

"Who even are they?" She asks pointing to Scott and Mitch.

"My parents." I say proudly.

She starts laughing. Her laugh growing louder and louder.

"You have two fags as parents? That's fucking hilarious. It's also absolutely disgusting."

Scott takes a step towards her but Mitch catches his arm pulling him back.

"I'm not going with you. Leave and don't come back." I say.

"Oh look at little miss mighty. This is a little surprising how you're standing up for yourself. You wouldn't do that when I would whip you. You would just take it."

I can feel my hands shaking. I quickly shove them out of her view.

"You're still weak. You'll always be weak." She says.

"Leave us alone." I say calmly but sternly.

"This is your last chance Rachel. Come with me or else."

"Or else what?"

She reaches to her back pocket and reveals a gun. I recognize that gun. It was my "dad's" for protection.

We all take a step back. She points it squarely at me. I know exactly what's going to happen next.

She's the black figure.

"This doesn't have to be this way." Mitch says.

"Shut up!" She exclaims.

"I'm not going with you." I say.

"Then you leave me no choice."

There was no time to move. To think. To stop her.

I hear two bangs and I fall to the ground. I hear Mitch scream then a ringing overwhelmed my ears. My vision was going blurry with every blink.

Mitch was by my side and I could see his mouth moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Tears were spilling out of his eyes. Scott is now by my side. I now couldn't make out their facial features. Blurriness was taking over. So I closed my eyes. The image of Mitch and Scott was the last image in my head.

Then I couldn't hear anything. Couldn't see anything. Then I couldn't feel anything.