"Shane? Is that you?" Mitchie's voice croaked quietly into the crisp air of their grand house.
She heard a sigh ad finally he spoke, "Yes, it's me."
Mitchie put her hand to her temples and gently rubbed her aching head. She soon heard Shane enter the room, a cold expression on his face. "Wow, you're actually home. It's a miracle."
"Oh my god. Shut up!" He yelled loudly. "You know I'm busy, you know I have work."
Mitchie's head snapped up at the harsh words escaping his soft lips. She felt the tears stinging in her chocolate eyes as usual. "I'm sorry shane."
"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled leaving the room. Mitchie fled to one of the many spare bedrooms in their house and sat on the soft comfy bed. She softly buried her head in her hands and sighed loudly. She would not cry, she just would not. Oh, but how badly she actually wanted too, but come on. She would never actually admit that, because she was Mitchie Gray. She never cried or showed the emotion that was in the depth of her broken heart. She would suck it up. After all their were poor kids sleeping outside with no money or food. Her problem was simple, compared to that she thought. Her husband had changed into a jerk who is never home and always at work, who never shows love or compassion, and who is snippy and mean... but thats nothing right? She wanted to shrug it off and say worse could happen. But deep down, she knew that to her, it was a big deal. Because Shane Gray is-- was her everything.
Ever since Connect Three became even more famous than before, nothing was the same...
She stared at the walls and shook her head. It was painted yellow, for their first child together. At that thought her tears were even harder to hold back, she put her head on the soft pillow and slowly drifted off into sleep
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Mitchie woke up later in the day slightly disoriented. Where the hell was she? Oh yes, the spare bedroom. It hurt to sleep next to Shane... the 'new' Shane at least. She walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Where were you?" Shane asked coldly.
"I accidently fell asleep in the spare bedroom." She lied looking softly at the floor. She walked up to shane and kissed him on the cheek softly. "I love you."
"Same." He grunted. " Oh yeah, I'm flying out to california for a month or so."
"What?" Mitchie asked quietly in shock.
"We have concert or two and then we have to stay out there to do some charity thing." He explained. Mitchie's eyes filled with tears and she stepped back, looking up at his emotionless eyes. Mitchie remembered the times when he would go away and they would hold each other for hours, just telling each other how much they'd miss each other.
"When?" Mitchie asked sadly. So he wasn't himself... she still felt as though he was her oxygen.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
"You're what?!" Mitchie yelled in surprise. "Are you kidding me?"
"No I'm not." He said.
Mitchie gasped and she flung herself onto Shane, "No! You can't go. Please don't go!"
"I have to Mitchie." He said, his eyes softening slightly as she nuzzled her face into his neck.
"Can I come with you?"
"No," he said quietly.
"Why not Shane?" She asked. "Please I need you."
"Mitchie, You can't fucking come okay?" He yelled. At that time, Mitchie reached her breaking point, she leaned against the wall trying to hold in the tears that were threatening to bubble over her eyes. She blinked harshly trying to keep them from falling Shane's eyes widened at the sadness he saw.
"Mitchie?" Shane's voice called out in concern.
"Why don't you love me anymore?" She cried loudly. "Why?!"
"I do." He told her softly, his heart breaking at the scene before him.
"Then don't go." She whimpered. "Just please, don't."
"I have to Mitchie. I'm sorry."
"You're fucking singing. It's you're god damn band. It's changed you Shane, fame changed you." She yelled loudly.
Shane's eyes grew angry, "My fucking singing is what gave you what you have. Without singing I would have nothing. Singing is the most important thing to me."
Mitchie slid down the wall giving up on holding back her tears. They gushed out of her eyes, pouring down her soft cheeks. Shane's eye stung with his own tears as he saw his wife break in front of his eyes. He had basically said singing was more important that her. It was his fault, he knew that.
"Mitchie, I didn't-"
Mitchie shook her head, interrupting whatever he was about to say, "N-no it's okay, I-I understand S-shane."
"No baby. It's not true, I didn't mean it."
"I just, I can't take it anymore Shane. I-I love you so much. But I also deserve to live my life with someone who would put me first, before his career." She said strongly attempting at holding back her tears. It was a failed attempt, however, as her eyes welled up and the tears came more rapidly.
"Mitchie, sweetheart... please don't do this."
"I have to S-shane. I don't know if I can live like this anymore. Having you here, but not being you hurts worse than not having you at all." She spilled walking to the bedroom to pack some clothes.
"Mitchie no, god.. just please don't go." Shane pleaded, his voice cracking. Mitchie shook her head softly, almost breaking down after catching a glimpse of their wedding picture. Everything was perfect then...
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"I now pronounce you husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Shane grinned widely and took hold of his new wife. He swooped her down into a gentle chaste kiss.
"I love you more than life itself." He murmured softly into her ear, as he pulled away.
"I love you so much Shane Gray." She whispered, tears of happiness sprung to her eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. Shane pulled her closely and she noticed Caitlyn snap a photo of their loving embrace.
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Mitchie came back to reality as she set a small black luggage bag on the bed, throwing random clothes in there quickly.
"Mitchie, stop... where are you going to go?" He asked in a panic.
Mitchie sighed, "I might stay with my mom and dad for a while, until you come back. I just need space, Shane. Space to think."
"I don't want space." He pleaded.
"Well you didn't seem to mind space for the past two months Shane." She snapped angrily.
Shane's eyes filled with guilt as he looked to the ground. "I so sorry Mitchie, I'm so sorry I made this happen."
"Shane, do you even remember the last time you kissed me for no reason. Or the last time you told me you loved me. Or even the last time we made love together Shane?" She asked in a heart broken whisper, "Because I don't."
Shane continued to look at the ground.
"Get out Shane, please just get out." She said, "Let me pack and I'll be out to say goodbye."
"Fine." He whispered, Mitchie noticed how funny his voice sounded. Was he actually crying?
Mitchie looked at the small, black bag. The last time it was used was for their honeymoon, one of the greatest nights of her life...
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Mitchie nervously walked through the door of the hotel. The honeymoon suite. Shane brought up most of the bags and she held a lone, small, black bag. She set it down softly and she walked into the bedroom. She looked at the soft, black sheets of the bed and the fireplace crackling romantically, she smiled to herself. This would be a great night. She felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and she felt a familiar pair of lips on her hair.
"Hello beautiful."
"Shane." She whispered softly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too Mrs. Gray." He kissed her softly and she grinned.
She kissed him hard on the lips. "I love when you say that."
Shane kissed her with force, moving her backwards onto the bed. She plunged her hands into his soft, dark hair and moaned as he kissed her neck, biting softly.
They showed each other exactly how much they loved each other.
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Mitchie let out a soft cry as she threw t-shirts and clothes into the bag quickly. She needed to get out of there. Out of the memories. She wrote a note quickly scribbling quickly and she posted it on the mirror of the master bedroom. She zipped the bag and strung it over her shoulder. When she opened the door, Shane was standing there a frown on his face, his eyes puffy.
"Mitchie, don't go. I love you Mitchie, I just guess I was in a daze for a while, just please don't leave me."
"Looks like the tables turned, 10 minutes ago I was begging you to stay, and I'm giving you the same answer you gave me." Mitchie shook her head, walking closer to him... she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, "I love you more than life itself, just don't forget."
"Then why are you leaving?"
"I told you already. I just need space, you know... to just think about everything. To sort out the pain and the love I feel when i see you. I'm also leaving because I know you need to handle your music, its more important, and I'm in the way, and it kinda hurts to know that."
"Mitchie-" He started heart brokenly. "You know I didn't mean what I said before..."
"No, you did... and thats okay, I should've seen it before." She said smiling softly. She cringed softly as she spoke again, "Maybe when I'm gone you'll find great girl who can either handle being second, or someone who is capable of being number one in your life. I thought it was me, but I guess its not."
She turned and walked to the door, Shane hot on her heals. "Oh yeah, Shane... there's a letter for you in the bedroom, read it after I leave."
"Mitchie! No." He yelled as she opened the front door and slowly walked out. "You are number one! You are." He yelled through the door. Little did he know, Mitchie was on the other side of the door, her head leaning against it... tears gushing out of her swollen, tired eyes. Finally breaking down completely, she slid down to the ground.
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Shane ran to the bedroom peering inside and pulling down the large size post-it note and he began reading.
Dear Shane,
I just want you to know that I don't want to leave, I had to drag myself out of this room and I probably will have to drag myself away when I see your face. I just love you so much, and just know how hard this is for me... in so many different ways imaginable. I just want to let you know how much you changed and that its not you I'm leaving, it's the new attitude I'm leaving. Okay? Remember that, I was just hurt by you too much. Do you remember the times when you whispered sweet things in my ear or did you forget? More recently though do you remember cursing in my face and shoving me out of the way or did you forget? I will never forget anything. I expect you not to either.
I'd hope that you'd like to keep in touch with me, and I also have some big news to spring onto you. You'd probably get angry and I was afraid of what you'd do. But lets just say I'm going to be a mom.. and you a dad, if you so choose.
Love,
Mitchie Torres-Gray
Shane's eyes were wide with shock as he read the letter over and over again falling on the bed not even trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.
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THIS IS A TWO-SHOT!! Next part will be up soon.
Hope you enjoyed this.