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I woke up with the worst headache imaginable. Actually it was more of a concussion. Having your head smashed against your surroundings several times could do that to a person. I looked over to my bedside clock, it read 3:12. The house was quiet, so they must be asleep. I quietly crept into the bathroom across from my bedroom and surveyed my body. I had 3 large bruises covering my stomach and back. A smaller bruise was forming on my face and scratches from nails being dug into my skin were all over my arms. I never used to be abused. About 4 years ago, my dad and my mom split up. My mom abandoned me, and left me with my father; Bruce. My father then started drinking, and hooking up with women. He'd overnight turned into a complete physco. He, along with Shelly -the current woman he's with right now; take turns beating the living death out of me. They say I should die, and I'm a waste of space. I believe that one day they will kill me. Life really wouldn't be bare able if it wasn't for my best friend Caitlyn. I've know her since I was 6. She is probably the only reason I don't just give up. Caitlyn begs me everyday to call the cops, and explain everything. I always tell her the same answer. I was told by my father that he would hunt down my mother and kill her. I know most people would be fuming at their mother, if she walked out on them, and believe me I am, but the thought of not having the reassurance that shes still walking,living, and breathing on this planet would be torture. I walked back into my bedroom and laid back down on my bed, hoping ot get another 2 hours or so of sleep. Within 2 minutes, I was out like a light.
My alarm clock went around 6. I usually left the house around seven, to get to school for about 7:30. I got out of bed and threw on some jeans, a shirt, and a sweater. I brushed through my curly black hair and pinned my bangs up. By the time I had ate breakfast and packed up my school supplies, it was 7. I crept quietly out of the house and silently thanked god that I hadn't awaken anyone. I walked to class and sat in my seat, in the front of the class. I wasn't a nerdy kid, I just wanted a good education. I looked down at my notebook until the class began. The teacher walked in and started the lesson. I looked at the black board and nodded to myself, just happy to be out of the house. The first two periods passed quickly enough and then came lunch. I spotted Caitlyn and she gestured for me to sit down, I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to ask me again, if I'm crazy for living there. She knew what I would say so she instead brought up the new boy in her geography class.
"Mitchie, he's seriously so cute. He's shy and kind of awkward., and I always catch him staring at me. I think he likes me!" My best friend said esthetically.
"Thats great Caitlyn." I said with a smile. I'd never been very good talking to boys, never as good as Caitlyn Anyways. We finished our lunch and talked about random school things, home life,and Caitlyn again asking me to call the cops. I - of course- refused. The next period past rather slowly, and I was happy to get out of there when it ended. Caitlyn found me at my lock preparing for math- the only class we shared together. She looked at me excitedly, I growing more curious my the second asked her what was up.
" Well, I was sitting in class before the bell rang and Nate came up to me. I was nervous to talk to him, and he felt the same way. So he sat down at the desk beside me and then we started talking. Then out of the blue, he asked me out! He even said you could come, since he'll probably bring along his older brother." Caitlyn said
I knew my immediate reaction would be to say no way in hell was I going on that date, but then I thought about it. This would get me out of the house. I smiled to Caitlyn, then replied.
"I know I shouldn't say yes, but I think I'll come along." I said smiling at the thought of not being home.
She obviously agreed. "Yay! I'm so happy Mitch!" She said gleaming.
"Wait, isn't Nate's older brother Shane Gray?" Shane Gray was the most obnoxious,cocky,rude,jerky grade 12. He was a year older than me and although I'd never had an actual conversation with me, I knew that he was a jerk.
Caitlyn nodded ducking her head to look at the floor. She then replied
"You already agreed." She said while running to math.
"Caitlyn!" There was no way I was getting out of this date.
After School we went over to Caitlyns house to get ready to go out. Caitlyn put on skinny jeans,flats,and a flowy purple top. I borrowed Caitlyns dark green shirt and added a brown belt around the waist, pairing it with skinny jeans and boots. At about 6;30 we left to go to the "Jukebox", the restaurant we were going to. Caitlyn and I walked in seeing Nate along with Shane. Shane didn't look all that impressed to be here. His blue-green eyes were staring at the wall as if it were the most interesting thing in the room right now. I was starting to regret every saying yes to Caitlyn. We sat down at the table that Nate and Shane were at. Caitlyn and Nate made small talk, and looked to be really hitting it off. I stared at the ceiling,then to the floor, then back to the ceiling. After we'd ordered and ate our food, Caitlyn went to the bathroom, and Nate said he was getting some air. After about 15 minutes of them being gone Shane and I started to get suspicious, He went outside to look for Nate and I wondered to the bathroom to see if Caitlyn was in there. We both had no such luck. Then Shane received a text from Nate saying they had gone for a walk and will be back in about half an hour. I silently cursed Caitlyns name. How could she ditch me? And with Shane Gray. I was going to kill her.
Shane sat back at the booth we were sitting in and I grabbed my bag I'd brought along.
"Umm I'm going to get going. Can you tell Caitlyn to call me when she gets home." I asked Shane.
He sensing the real reason I was leaving, grabbed my hand to get my attention. I immediately jumped out of my skin. He started to look at me like I was crazy.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, and you don't have to leave. Just because those two left, doesn't mean we can't have fun, right? he said.
"Shane Gray would hang out with me? I'm shocked." I said mocking him with a smile. He smiled back.
"Wanna know a secret, Shane Grays Jerk image is one of the biggest lies ever told." He said.
"Why? Is being a nice guy to mainstream or something?"
"No, No. First of all, I am in no ways a hipster. Second, It's really just my guard up. I can't seem to trust to many people."
"Well I like this Shane. He seems to be a decent guy." I said smiling.
"Well I've told you my biggest secret, Whats yours?" He asked me.
I cheeks became red, and my breathing stopped. Hey eyed me suspiciously.
"I...uh...Sing." I said. Although it wasn't technically a lie, I still felt guilty.
"You're lying. It must be something bad, since you just about had a panic attack. So what are you drug dealer, computer hacker, In a gang?" He asked.
"Umm..." There was no way I was telling some guy I'd known for all of two seconds about being abused at home, no matter how dreamy looking he was. Did I really just say that? I'm not falling for Shane Gray. I started to get hot, from feeling all the panic rise up inside of me. I rolled up my sleeves completely forgetting about all of the bruises that I had not bothered to hide. Shane gasped, and I yanked my shirt sleeves back down.
"Oh my God, Mitchie! What happened to your arms? Are you alright?" He asked, with concern in his voice.
I started to get up and leave my seat, preparing to bolt, when I looked out the window to see the image of my father glaring in the window. He walked into the restaurant and called my name. He was clearly drunk. I moved even faster, trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. Shane looked at my father up and down, clearly not liking what he's seen.
"I'm sorry I have to go." I said running to my father. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me all the way to the car. He then hit me in the stomach, and threw me into the back seat. I looked back to see a very concerned Shane who clearly knew what my secret was. We drove home and my father walked into the house, still yanking me by my hair. I prepared for the painful night ahead of me.
For most of the time I was being beaten, Shelly just sat there and laughed. Occasionally throwing in the odd punch. My dad kicked me so hard in the Stomach, rib area, I was sure I had a broken rib or two. My head was bleeding, a lot. After he was done, I was sent to my room. I trudged up the stairs and into my room. I felt light headed, almost about to pass out...
I hit the floor. Hard.
I couldn't open my eyes, I was in far to much pain. I started to feel a body lingering around mine and then sound appeared.
"Mitchie?" A concerned voice asked me. It took my brain a second or two to process who this was. My eyes flew open.
"Shane! What are you doing here? If my dad finds you, you'll be dead." I said warning him.
"Mitchie, you clearly need help. Caitlyn told me about your mom. The chances of your dad finding her are really low, and I'm not just going to sit here and watch you die. You need help."
"No! My dad will find out, he'll come find you or Caitlyn. I can't put either of you in danger." I told him while trying to stand up. I quickly fell to the floor holding my stomach in pain.
Shane was holding me while I cried at the pain. I usually wasn't one to cry, but this time was different. Shane was here, and even though I'd only known him for a few hours I'd felt safe. I felt an instant connection with Shane. Like he was the one who would protect me.
"Mitchie, Caitlyn and I can take care of our selves. Just let me take care of you." He said while lifting me up into his arms and standing up, heading for the window he'd came in from.
"What if my dad comes to look for me?"
"I doubt he'll be looking for you at 2:30."
"I guess. He usually sleeps in until about 12 Anyways. Just have me back by then."
Shane continued towards the window and within 15 seconds of him walking, I was out like a light.
I woke up in a bedroom I'd never seen before. I was expecting Shane to take me to Caitlyns, but this was definitely not Caitlyns. The bedroom had a 1 blue wall and 3 grey. There was a small dresser, a desk, a bean bag chair, and of course a bed. Very simple and tidy. While I sat on the bed and glanced around the room, the door opened.
Shane walked in along with another woman. He sat on the bed and the woman stood behind him.
"Hey Mitchie, This is my mom, Hannah. I...uh...filled her in on the situation."
Shane said careful not to look into my eyes, for the fear of what my reaction would be. Truth be told, I wanted to be mad but I actually found it sweet that he cared so much.
I nodded with a small smile. Hannah sat down on the bed, then started to talk.
"Mitchie, I'm a nurse at the local hospital. If you wouldn't mind I'd like to take a look at your ribs, I believe one or two of them may be broken."
"Umm..."
"Mitchie, you need your rib to hear properly. This is the only way to see if your okay or not." Shane said butting in.
"Fine." I said sighing.
"Ok. Good." Hannah said smiling. "Shane, Can you get out of here for a moment?"
"Yeah sure mom."
"Thanks Son." She said to Shane as he walked out of the room and closed the door.
Hannah lifted up my shirt and pressed her hands into my ribs. She asked me if it hurt in certain areas and I nodded.
"Hmm I definitely think you have 2 broken ribs, but the rest of your pain is just the bruises all over your stomach."
"So I'm okay to leave soon?"
"Not quite yet, I want to tape up your ribs, and I'll get you some ice." She left the room, only to return 2 minutes later with medical tape and an ice pack. She quickly taped up my ribs and then rolled my shirt back down. She handed me the ice and told me to put it on the bruised areas as much as possible. She left the room and Shane came in as she was walking out. He walked up to the bed and sat beside me.
"Shane, why did you come after me?" I asked him. The question had been lingering on my tongue since I'd woken up.
He took a deep breath then spoke. " I was abused when I was a kid. My dad did the same thing as yours when my mom was away on business. He always threatened me, telling me he'd kill my mom and I if told anyone. One day my mom came home early from a trip and witnessed the beating. She called the cops and got him out of our lives. Needless to say, I haven't seem him since. Anyways the point is, I don't won't anyone to go through what I went through, so if I have the opportunity to save someone I have to do it."
"Shane, that's really sweet of you, but I can't let you do it. My dad is a really scary person. I can't let him hurt you. I can't put anyone else in danger."
"I've told you before though, Everyone else can take care of themselves, let me take care of you. I know I barely know you, but there was a connection when I met you. Something that just told me I needed to protect you."
"I felt the same way." I said smiling.
"I'll always protect you." He said. I closed my eyes and put my head down on the pillow. It was the morning, but I was still tired. I felt Shane move off the bed.
"You can sleep, I'll be right outside the door." He said while closing the door. I drifted off quickly.
"I know she's in there." The voice of my father called. There was some yelling and screaming and then I heard a gun shot being fired.
I panicked. There were footsteps coming up the stairs and then my father barged in. He spoke in a menacing tone.
"I hope you won't miss your little friends too much." He said with an evil glare.
I hope you guys like it so far! I've already got the beginning of Chapter 2 started and it's going to be super dramatic. I know that there are a lot of stories about Mitchie being abused but I'm determined to make mine different. Please review! It means so much to me to get a comment on how I'm doing. Thanks guys!
