So, I decided to write another story... It's actually Smitchie/Naitlyn/Jara centred, not just one couple which is going to be fun to write because I haven't really shown much progress with other ships because Naitlyn is my main one (Camp Rock speaking) and I tend to write stories circling them but this is different so enjoy! :)

Mitchie's POV

I sighed as I concealed another bruise. Shane had been drinking again and I had gotten in his way. AGAIN. When will I ever learn?

The reason why the world thinks we're still this picture perfect couple with a picture perfect daughter is because he threatens me. He hurts me and apologizes straight after and I keep running back into his arms. He insults me and that's all because of that stupid, stupid day five months ago...

My tour had officially ended. Unbroken stayed the number one album on the charts and we, Connect 6 went to celebrate. Our families had threw us a party and we were due at the Grays' home.

"Shane!" I said, giggling as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. "We have to go. Now. Please." I pouted, giggling.

"Fine." Shane pouted, letting go. I gave him a kiss and grabbed our daughter Leona's hand. She was three. \I held my hand out for him to take as he collected our things and together we met Nate, Caitlyn, Jason and Mara outside my changing room.

"Ready to go?" Nate asked the three of us. We nodded and we all left the building, getting into the waiting limo as quickly as possible.

"Mitchie, we rocked that stage." Caitlyn breathed out, looking out the window, holding Nate's hand tightly. I grinned and looked at Mara, stroking Leona's dark brown locks.

"We did, didn't we?" I said, giving them both hugs. "Thanks for all your hard work and participation in this tour, guys. You really do rock." I thanked the other five members of our little group.

"It was all down to you, babe." Shane said, kissing the side of my head. I smiled slightly. It was. Wasn't it? I gave him a kiss on the lips and grinned.

"Ew! Nooo..." Leona squealed, closing her eyes with her little hands.

"Yeah. Ew! Nooo!" Nate teased, closing his eyes making my daughter giggle.

When we arrived at the Grays', there were paparazzi and fans lined up outside the gated house. Th fans held signs of support and appreciation but one in particular held my gaze.

'You're fat and ugly.'

My smile was wiped off my face and I looked straight ahead. Tears prickled at the side of my eyes but I held them down. When the limo finally stopped, the boys got out and helped us girls out. Like gentlemen. Their front door opened and their parents came out to greet us with Connect 3's little brother and little sister.

Amelia was 16 and Felix was 10 years old. Amelia had ebony hair like Shane and their father and Felix was more of auburn-brown, like Nate and their mother. Jason had dark brown, nearly black, hair. They all hugged me and congratulated me.

When we went in, I was met with a big surprise.

"Mom, Dad, Mattie, Michay!" I cried out in happiness, hugging them all. "I missed you." I said.

"We missed you too, mija." Mom said, kissing my head.

"Yeah, especially your little sister. She wouldn't stop counting the days down till you came back." Dad smiled, ruffling Matilda's hair.

"Don't forget me." Michaela joked.

"Never." I whispered, hugging my sisters tightly. "Never."

...

No matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking about that stupid sign. I acted happy in front of everyone but they didn't know what I was feeling deep down. I stood up from the sofa and went to Shane.

"Hey babe, I want to go use the toilet. I'll be back, kay?" I said, kissing the side of his lips.

"Sure thing." He smiled, returning to his conversation with his siblings. Smiling at everyone who I went by, I went upstairs into Shane's old room and into his en-suite. I closed the door and drew my blade from my secret place. My right boot. I stared at it for a while and sighed.

Closing my eyes, I drew the blade across my skin and opened my eyes again. Seeing the blood flow down onto the floor, I gasped as I saw Shane's figure, staring at me in the mirror. I turned around and quickly wiped the blood and blade off.

Suddenly I felt Shane's hands violently grip mine. He took the blade away from me and threw it across the bathroom.

"What the hell, Michelle?!" He cried out. I took a deep breath in and let a few tears fall. "Why? You promised me you stopped!" He hissed.

"I did." I whispered.

"Then what's this?!" Shane shouted, gesturing to my hands and the blade.

"I saw something-" I started.

"If it's another hate sign or tweet or any of the shit, they're jealous of you! Can't you see you're perfect? You know what? I don't care. Do this to yourself. I'm done. But this relationship stays strictly professional. I can't believed you lied..." And with that, he left. I sorted myself out and quickly went down the stairs to try and catch up. I stopped when I heard Shane make some excuse as to why we had to leave. "Sorry guys, Mitchie's not feeling up to this anymore. She's really tired so we think it's best if we go home and rest. Maybe we can continue this tomorrow though? When she's alright?"

"That's okay, Shane. Thanks for looking after her." Mom said.

"Always." I could nearly hear a smirk as he said that. "She means everything to me." He later said.

I decided to join him and act. "Sorry guys." I apologized, picking up our daughter and placing her on my hip.

"No, Mitchie, it's fine. As Shane said, we can always continue this tomorrow. We can't have a party without the celebrant!" Denise chuckled. "Go have some rest." she said, kissing mine and Leona's head.

"Thank you. Bye guys." I said, grabbing our stuff and blowing kisses to everyone.

"Bye..." Leonie whispered, us exiting along with Shane.

Since that day, nothing went right for us. Our relationship had been strictly professional. Not even our friends and families knew that we had broken up. We always put up facades. And no-one notices the damaged relationship behind.

This morning was stressful, to say the least. After dropping Leona off at Nate and Caitlyn's, we went to a meeting at the label. Since Shane was in a band and he also had a solo career, he was there kinda 24/7.

His world crashed when they decided to cut his solo career short. He was mad to say the least but the big boss man said that he still had Connect 3 but then Shane said that he didn't 'give a fuck' about his brothers. I was shocked to say the least. I then told Nate and he went ballistic. Caitlyn had to text me that she had him calm and looking after Leona after 2 hours of ranting. Caitlyn's been the only one to experience one of his 'many' rants and lashes. But he never hits her. No, the world would end if Nate Gray ever hit his wife. One, because she could kill him (Caitlyn is kinda violent and sarcastic) and two, because he was a good guy. Never raised a hand on anyone. When he was kids and Shane and Jason would play-fight, you would see Nate always sitting quietly with an instrument of his. His mom took a photo. Us girls thought it was cute. Nate always went boxing or to the gym to release. But Shane released his anger on me.

When we got home, he hit the bottle and I being the stupid self I am, tried to stop him. But he hit me. Hard. I fell back and stood up nearly five minutes later. I was still dizzy and I went into the bathroom, locking it as Shane called after me, apologizing.

Now that's why I am here, presently concealing the bruise to my head. I had to pick Leona up.

I finally heard Shane give up and the front door opening and closing. Quickly I opened the door and went into our bedroom. I got my suitcase out and packed it. It was pretty big so I had no problem stuffing toiletries and and lingerie and clothes and shoes and bags and hats in. I then zipped it up and went and got another big suitcase, this time filling it with Leona's things. When I was done, I put them in my Range Rover's boot and grabbed my phone, keys, bags and anything else I forgot to take. I then drove to my best friend's and rang their doorbell.

A couple of minutes later, Caitlyn opened the door, smiling slightly. "Hey, sweetheart." She said hugging me. We were both 24 years old and we still kept with the cute nicknames. Of course we included Mara. We would never forget her. 24 year old crazy chick.

"I need to get Leona quick. We're driving up to Michaela's in Dallas. Don't tell Shane; he already knows.." I whispered. She nodded and went, coming back with my daughter. "Hey, let's get in the car. Don't tell anyone about this except Mara, Caiyee." I said.

"Okay. Whatever you need, just call." Caitlyn said, rubbing her arms, sighing. "Good luck with the long drive." She whispered as I strapped Leona in the car and got in myself. "I love you guys!" She waved. I smiled and waved back, blowing a kiss.

Next part is Naitlyn centred.