This was one of those stories that popped into my head and I had to write it down as soon as possible. I hope all of you like it. It's more of an AU story. There are some lyrics that I put into the chapters as well, seeing as I got the idea from Demi's song, Quiet. They're all from songs by Demi Lovato (Quiet and Catch Me, to be exact). Also, I've never actually watched Camp Rock...*insert nervous laughter here*....but I've read a lot of fanfics written about Mitchie, so hopefully this turns out okay.
Some background info: Alex lives with her father (her parents have been divorced for a while and her brothers live with their mother) who is very physically abusive. Also, she isn't a wizard. Mitchie and Alex have been best friends for what seems like forever to them – if I write a sequel, I'll go into their past more.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Unfortunately.
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"Mitchie?" her tentative and broken voice echoed slightly as she spoke my name over the phone.
"I'm on my way. Just stay on the phone with me, okay? Just hang on," I said reassuringly, despite my immediate impulse to burst into tears. I didn't even bother to put shoes on, I just ran out the door, grabbing my car keys on the way.
"Mitchie?" she asked again, her voice cracking through her tears.
"Shit!" I said as I dropped my car keys in my haste to unlock the car door.
"Mitchie!"
"I'm coming, don't worry. I just dropped my car keys, that's all."
"MITCHIE!" I heard her scream my name this time. In the background I could hear a door being banged on and angry shouting.
"I'm coming! Hang on! Just hang on! I'm on my way. I'm in the car already, okay? Alex?" I heard her scream unintelligibly this time. "ALEX!" I could hear something shattering in the background just before the line went dead.
I hopped in the car and floored it. Screw the speed limit – Alex needed me. If I got pulled over because I was saving someone's life via speeding, so be it. I'd take the fine. I made it to Alex's house in record time. I barely stopped the car before I threw myself out of it and ran into the house, or rather up to it. The door was locked.
Have you ever heard that adrenaline at certain times of crisis makes you do super-human things? It happens. Believe me. I literally ran at the door and broke the damn thing off of its hinges. When I got inside, I couldn't hear anything. I waited for maybe a second before bolting up the stairs - the only room with a lock is Alex's bathroom, so Alex must have been hiding in there when she called. That would explain why her voice seemed to echo over the phone.
When I got upstairs, Alex's bedroom door was imbedded in the wall, it had been opened so forcefully. I guess I wasn't the only one with an adrenaline rush tonight. I ran around the corner to see her bathroom door in splinters. An already unconscious Alex was curled against the bathtub in a pile of shattered glass, with blows upon blows being reigned down upon her from her father. I did possibly the dumbest thing I had ever done in my life in that moment. I grabbed Alex's blow-dryer that was lying by the door and pushed it against her father's back. In a voice that was surprisingly calm, I addressed him.
"Sir, I have a gun here. If you so much as move one more time, I'll shoot." I clicked a button on the blow-dryer that made it sound as if I was cocking the gun. It surprised me that my voice was so authoritative at that moment. He didn't register that the tip of the blow-dryer must have been three times the size of a regular gun barrel. People's minds work in mysterious ways. Slowly, he raised his hands and put them on his head. Before I could think of what to do next, I heard shouting downstairs - the neighbors must have called the cops when they saw me break the front door down. Wrong crime, but help was here nonetheless. "Now, my back-up will be in here in moments, so I want you to take a step to your left, spread your legs, and put your hands flat against the wall and above your head. Do you understand?" He nodded and started to move, my hand still pushing Alex's blow-dryer into his back. I heard a moan from the floor to my left.
"Mi-" I could make out the beginnings of my name coming out of Alex's bruised mouth. I looked down at her and shook my head slightly. She just stared at me, all the tension leaving her body once she realized that I was there. I watched her drift off into unconsciousness once again as a police officer ran into the bathroom, gun pointed straight at me.
Thankfully, he seemed to assess the situation before speaking. "I'll take it from here," he said. He understood that if he had addressed me as a civilian, Alex's father could have easily turned around and hit me before the cop could do anything.
"Thank you," I replied. I waited until the cop had replaced my fake gun with his real one before I heaved a sigh of relief. I bent and scooped Alex up into my arms. I wanted her to wake up so I could tell her that everything would be alright, that she wouldn't have to suffer any more for anything, but we both knew that that was only a shallow, comforting lie.
I hear what you're not saying
It's driving me crazy
It's like we stopped breathing in this room
We're both the last to be leaving
I know what you're thinking
I wish you'd make your move