A/N- I know, I know. I'm a terrible person. I've had the worst fucking writers block, buuuut hey here's an update~

warning: this chapter is kind of dark. there's mentions of drug use, rape, and self harm.

All of the shit you need to get you lifted.
Is a rock in the bone, what it takes to get you twisted.
Take the time to fuck with your mind.
And don't thank me, because the pleasure's all mine.

Lit Up - Blindspott.

Mitchie's POV

I wake with a start to the sound of my phone going off. I yawn and scratch my head, while checking my phone to see that there's a bunch of texts from Miley. I giggle, opening the text.

Miles [2:45PM}: Don't get toooooo freaky babeeeeee ;)

Miles [2:47PM]: Mitchie and Alexxxxx sitting in a treeeee ;)

Miles [2:49PM]: fuckinG

Miles [2:51PM]: ur so gAy you skipped the kissing hahaha

Miles [2:56PM]: alrighttty ma'am I'm baked I'm gonna sleep, don't fuck too hard. ;)

I sigh to myself, smiling and typing out a quick reply to Miley before looking around the room and realizing Alex is gone. My stomach drops.

"Alex?" I call out, jumping out of bed and running to my en suite bathroom. Nervousness settles in the pit of my stomach when I don't find her in there, and I look at my clock. 5:56PM glares at me in bright red numbers, and I gulp. I run downstairs to the second floor to hear the shower water running. Relief floods through me.

"Alex?" I say, knocking quietly. "Are you okay in there?"

There's no response and nervousness grips my stomach again. "Alex?" I try, and then I hear a crash.

Panic strikes me and I barge into the bathroom when a sharp pain slices through my foot. A blade sliced the side of it open. I bite my lip, holding back a scream, when I notice a $20 bill on the floor, and crumbs surrounding it. "A-Alex?" I stutter, still not hearing a reply, the shower water running ominously.

Disregarding my bleeding foot, I run over to the shower and rip the curtain aside and the scene that unfolds causes a wave of nausea to run through me.

She's curled up on the tile floor of the shower, blood leaking out of her nose, vomit clutching to her hair. There's blood coming from her arm and her thigh, and my breath hitches when I see her breathing erratically.

"Shit, shit, shit. Don't worry, Alex, I got you baby, I got you." I whisper, picking her up out of the shower. Her head rolls back and she starts to cough.

"Alex, baby, you gotta wake up, honey." I cry desperately.

She keeps coughing and I set her down on the floor and grimace, thinking about what I'm about to do. I inhale sharply and force her mouth open, shoving 2 fingers down until she starts convulsing, and I hoist her over the toilet before she starts vomiting violently in the toilet. I sigh with relief, until I see tears running down her baby doll face; my heart pretty much breaks into little pieces.

"Oh, Alex…" I start, biting my lip, looking away from her nude body. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I say, handing her a towel and helping her up. "I'll run you a bath." I say, grabbing her hand, and gently leading her upstairs to my bathroom.

When we reach my bathroom, she sits on my toilet and I run her a bubble bath. She clears her throat, and whispers hoarsely,

"Your foot.."

I look down to find caked up blood on it; I'd completely forgotten about the injury after the events of the past hour.

"Don't worry about it." I chuckle dryly. "It's already dried, I just have to clean it and bandage it."

She nods and swallows thickly. "Come on, let's get you in the bath." I say, pulling her to her feet.

She drops her towel and tentatively steps into the bath, then slowly sits down.

I get some washcloths, shampoo, and body wash from under my sink and then sit on a chair by the bath.

When I look down at her, my heart nearly breaks again; she looks so small cowered in the corner with tears streaming down her face. I sigh, dipping the washcloth in the soapy water, and then softly grabbing her chin. Her eyes dart to me, alarmed by the sudden touch. "Shhhh. It's okay." I coax her gently, while bringing the washcloth up to her nose, and softly washing off the dried blood, while checking her face to make sure there's no signs of pain. I finish washing her face, and she turns so her back is towards me and I gently wash her hair. She sighs softly and my face flushes red as I rinse the soapy bubbles out and run my fingers along her scalp.

She clears her throat and looks up at me, her long hair falling down her back and her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Thank you." She whispers, looking down, and I just smile and nod.

"Come on, let's get you dressed and cleaned up." I say, unplugging the drain while she wraps herself up in a towel.

We walk in silence out of my bathroom and I make a mental note to clean the bathroom that's on the second floor.

She sits on my bed and lets her head hang while I get her some clothes, and then I remember the cuts on her arms and legs, so I go back into my bathroom and I get a first aid kit. When I get back, she's dressed in my bra and underwear, and her long hair is tied up in a bun on her head. She turns around quickly and flushes red and I just smile.

I walk slowly to her and gently push her down on the bed. "Can I see your arm?" I ask, and she complies. As I clean and bandage her cuts on her arms and thighs, I notice old scars. I try to meet her gaze but she avoids my eyes, so I just let her be. When I finish, she quickly puts on my clothes and clambers into bed. I sigh, then I leave to go clean the other bathroom.

After cleaning and showering, it's well after 8. My parents are already home, but I tell them that I ordered take out to avoid going back downstairs. Alex is sleeping soundly in my bed, and I can only wonder what the poor girl has been through that's made her resort to drugs and harming herself. I stroke her back and sigh, situating myself so that I'm spooning her. The gravity of the situation hits me and tears leak out of my eyes.

"I don't know what the hell happened to you, Alex… but you're so damn beautiful. I'll do everything in my power to keep you from hurting." I whisper, my voice thick with tears.

Mentally and physically exhausted, I kiss the back of her head turn over to try and get a good night's sleep.

Alex's POV

After blacking out in the shower and puking my guts out, I honestly would rather die than face Mitchie's curious gaze. She wrapped my self-inflicted cuts, puked and bathed me, and wiped dried blood off my face and is still letting me stay with her. She knows how fucked up I am, I think to myself, burying myself deeper into her covers and squeezing my eyes shut to try and sleep, but the cocaine is still running through me and my mind is racing. I feel the bed dip as she gets in and I hear her sigh. She strokes my back and it takes everything in my to not shiver and sigh. She cuddles up to me, and my heart stops. It's like my whole body is frozen.

Then she speaks.

I hear her sniffle before she starts. "I don't know what the hell happened to you, Alex… but you're so damn beautiful." My heart pounds my chest so hard that I swear that she can hear it, but she keeps talking. "I'll do everything in my power to keep you from hurting." She kisses the back of my head and chokes on a sob before turning away from me. The guilt hits me hard and a few tears slide down my face. I sit up once I hear her breathing even out and quietly pad to the corner of her room where my wallet lay on her dresser. I take out the baggie of Xanax and remove 5 before tip toe-ing back to bed. I get back in as quietly as I can before reaching to her dresser to down the pills with water.

My head is swimming, my skin itches ferociously, and I can feel my heart pounding dangerously slow. "It's better this way. She doesn't need to house a worthless drug addict." My mind tells me. I take labored breaths, breathing in for 5 seconds and breathing out for 5 seconds until my heartbeat evens out. My lids finally get heavy, and I drift off.

"You're so damn beautiful…" a voice whispers in my ear, a scent of beer wafts by my nose and I cringe. "Come on baby, lemme show you how straight girls like it." A hand grips my shoulder, pushing me down onto a chair. I feel a wet sensation on my ear and I hold my breath, hoping that I'll pass out before I have to go through this. "Open your mouth for me." the voice commands, and I exhale. He takes that as an okay, and sticks his member inside. I gag, and tears build up in my eyes.

"Look at me." he says, but I spit him out and shake my head furiously.

"LOOK AT ME." he yells, grabbing my face and squeezing it hard. My eyes pop open and I look into his. Green, with specks of amber closer to the pupil, and angry. He pushes me off the chair and spits on me. I muffle a sob and he glares at me. "Get the fuck out of my face." He glowers, kicking my leg.

I get up and sprint out of the room, out of the house, out of the neighborhood, to the only place where I feel safe.

I knock 3 times and the door swings open immediately.

Robbie takes one look at my disheveled appearance and cringes.

"Again, Al?" he says, pulling me into a warm embrace. I cry and cry and cry until I feel like I can't cry anymore. I stumble to the couch and sit there, numb, and Robbie just looks at me.

"Take a shower." He commands, "I got something that's bound to make you feel better."

He pushes me to the bathroom in his room before hugging me once more. "Be safe." He says, glancing down at my arm knowingly. I close the door and run to the toilet. I empty my stomach for 10 minutes straight before turning on the shower. Once I get in, I immediately sit down and let the hot water rain on me. Once it starts cooling off, I wash off and get out. I tie my hair up and put on some of Robbie's clothes before meeting him back in the living room.

He's sitting, watching the TV, with white lines sitting on the table in front of him. Shards of something else sits on a plate on the table, and a small circular pipe sits next to it.

I plop down next to him, and he grins.

"I got some shit that'll make you forget everything." He says, loading the small pipe with the shards. He lights the bowl and a small flicker of smoke rises from the shards, and he inhales sharply. Exhaling a cloud of smoke that smells like chemicals, he coughs. "Goooood shit." He hoots, and I look at him. His eyes are wide and dilated. His face is flushed red and there's a goofy smile on his face. "Want some?" he offers, holding the pipe towards me. I grab it, and he explains the inhalation and lighting process. After a few hits, I'm completely strung out. I'm dancing around his house, stopping to play the piano, singing at the top of my lungs, taking more hits and snorting lines.

"What the hell is this?" I cackle, and he smirks.

"Alex, meet Tina. Ice. Crystal fuckin' Meth."