Sorry I'm slow updating- So much college work that it's unbelievable!
I'm slowly going insane!
On the good side, I bought some awesome cowboy boots yesterday.. finishes of my Boho/Country style.. I'll be like Miss Taylor Swift!
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It was three and a half years later. Mitchie had just turned sixteen, Shane was now eighteen.
Connect 3 were on their first world tour. Sure, they had toured around America, but they had always wanted to see the world. Shane was enjoying it. He had met new girls, dated four, and realised he had more fans than he thought.
Nate actually had referred to him as a 'player.' Shane bragged about fame and stormed off video sets. He had not kept his promise.
Mitchie's mother, Connie, had met Steve, who had plans to marry her. There had always been something odd about Steve. He treated Mitchie badly, but she couldn't speak up. She never knew things would get much worse...
Mitchie
"Shane Gray has officially become the biggest male diva in the music industry... Teen superstar, stormed off the set of the new Connect 3 music video yesterday, after finding out he had been given coffee, instead of de-caff. The tour has now ended and the boys have returned home.."
I turned off the TV in frustration and looked up to see Steve grinning down at me.
"What?" I sighed, getting up.
He grabbed me by the arm, leaving a red ring around it. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"
"What the hell are you on about?" I hissed back at him, trying to break away from him.
Steve slammed me against the wall. "But you've been bad, haven't you?"
"No! Get off me!" I tried again to break free, but then watched as Steve pulled a knife out of his pocket.
This had never happened before. Sure he had beaten me, but not this bad.
I gulped as the cold blade pressed against my throat. I could feel myself shaking and my breath quickening.
Steve started to kiss me, making me feel sick. He was my mother's boyfriend, old enough to be my dad. In fact, he was soon going to be my dad.
"Please." I pleaded, but he kissed me again, his hand moving towards my jeans. He reached for the button...
"I'm home!" Mom called from the kitchen.
Steve moved away from me, hiding the knife. A tear ran down my cheek and I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. He had tried to rape me.
Shane
I looked at my reflection and grinned, running a hand through my dark brown, nearly black, hair. No wonder girls couldn't resist me.
I picked up a letter that Mitchie had sent me half a year ago, when I was in England. It was the last time I had heard from her.
Shane,
I've watched Hot Tunes, read the magazines. You lied to me. You promised you wouldn't change, and you have. Shane, you're an arsehole. What happened to my caring best friend?
I'm fine by the way. Mom might be getting married to a creep, but I'm fine.
Mitchie
She was right. Storming off sets, demanding ridiculous things, dating a different woman every week. I had changed. Shane Gray the arsehole.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I snapped out of "hating-Shane" time and walked over to answer it. How had someone got into the building without buzzing anyway? I just hoped it wasn't some crazy fan who had finally found my appartment.
I opened the door to see Mitchie standing there with three bags and her guitar over her shoulder. She even had a pillow and sleeping bag.
"Mitchie.. what are you-"
"Shane." She sobbed, running into my arms and nearly knocking me over. I held her tight, shutting the door behind us. What was Mitchie Torres doing in my appartment at nine-thirty at night?
She pulled back, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have come."
I took the bags away from her, throwing them down on the sofa. She placed her guitar down with them.
"Mitchie, what's happened?" I suddenly felt sick, seeing her like this. It hurt too much. Had I done this to her? I searched her hazel eyes for answers.
She looked down, hiding her face. "I... I can't say."
I took her hand and led her up the stairs of my studio flat, sitting her on my bed; afterall, her huge bags covered up the majority of my sleeping area.
"Mitchie, you're my best friend, you can tell me-"
"Was your best friend." She corrected me, frowning. "You changed, Shane."
"I know.. I'm sorry." I looked down.
"Are you?" She moved my face up with her hand. "You have hurt so many people. You hurt me."
Another tear rolled down her cheek, so I carefully wiped it away.
"I know." I whispered. "And I am really sorry. To you, more than anyone else. I've hurt you and that hurts me. I... I really care about you Mitchie."
I didn't know why I found those three words so difficult to say.
"Really?" She looked up and me, her eyes watery.
"Yes." I replied, a faint smile on my face. "I would hate to lose you."
"You haven't." She half-smiled.
"Now, you know you can tell me anything. And there's too much trouble in your eyes to be caused by Shane Gray... even if I am a heart-throb."
She hit my arm, playfully. "I.. I'm scared Shane."
"Of what? Me?"
"Of him."
I guessed straight away. "Your mom's boyfriend?"
She nodded like a little child, and whispered his name. "Steve."
I took her hands in mine, rubbing circles on them, using my thumbs. "Why?"
She looked down, before looking back into my eyes. "Shane.. he.. he tried to.. rape me."
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