AN: Sorry about the lack of udates, but this chapter is extra long and packed with stuff.
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Chapter 7 - It All Happened So Fast
BUZZ!!
I sat up so fast that I almost fell off the bed. As my eyes searched the dark room for my phone, it took me a minute to remember that I wasn't in the cabin me and Caitlyn share.
Buzz Buzz Buzz
I crawled out of the warm bed and walked over to the place on the floor my pants were located. I pulled the vibrating phone out of one of the pockets and flipped it open...two seconds too late.
I let out a frustrated sigh, still half asleep, and checked my missed calls. I had four. The first two from Shane, when I was doing much more important things. The third made my heart flutter and I smiled while taking the three steps back to the bed and sitting on the side. I pressed the missed call and put the phone to my ear as the beautiful voice filled my ear.
"Hey Mitchie...it's Tess. I was just wondering what you and Caitlyn are up to. Shane's been by my cabin like five times looking for you and he looked pretty mad. I was just making sure you guys were okay...so, call me when you can. Bye. Oh, but um...don't worry about me. I'm fine, it's just that Shane's been a little more angry then usual. So, you don't have to come by my cabin any time soon. Unless you want to but...I'll just stop talking now...call me later. Bye."
I bit my bottom as the words sunk in. Tess was checking up on us because Shane's pissed that he can't find me? Any other day, or even last summer, that would have made my day. But now...it just fills me up with a mixture of emotions. I'm not sure what I feel any more.
I scrolled down on the menu in my phone to see that the most recent missed call was, once again, from Shane.
I heard mumbling coming from the other side of the bed, and smiled as I recognized the cute grunt to be Caitlyn's. I shivered, just now realizing that I was sitting naked on the bed in the dark. I checked the time on my phone as Caitlyn rolled over, her eyes squinting at the bright light coming from my phone's screen.
"What time is it?" She asked while yawning.
"Too early to bother getting up." I replied while setting my phone down on a nightstand next to the bed and crawling under the warm covers. Shane would have to wait. The only thing that I was going to focus on right now was Caitlyn.
Just as I got comfortable in Caitlyn's arms my phone started vibrating again. I let out an overly dramatic sigh as I scooted towards the nightstand and reached for the buzzing phone.
"Who the hell is calling you?" Caitlyn asked in an annoyed and sleepy voice.
"Shane...again." I answered, not even checking the caller ID before flipping it open and closing it, ending the call.
"Someone shove a stick up his butt?" She asked in the same tired tone.
"He thinks I broke up with you remember?" I asked, a sudden wave of sadness pouring over me.
"Right." She slowly replied.
"I..." Before I could say anything else my phone vibrated again, but just once. "Now he's texting me?"
"What's it say?" Caitlyn asked, more aware of what's going on now.
I flipped open the phone and clicked on the new text message.
"Where are you?" I read. "Why won't you anwser you're cell? Don't even think about running away. I'm so pissed that I can't see right. I need you, Mitchie. Call me."
"Jerk." Caitlyn muttered. I knew on the inside she was saying things a lot worse then that about him.
"Should I say anything back?" I asked, not really wanting to talk to Shane in any way, shape, or form.
"No, let the moron suffer." She replied, yawning again from our late night.
"But Tess called earlier too...she said in the voice mail that he's been by her cabin like five times looking for both of us." I informed her.
"He's so stupid." She murmured. "Someone should shove a stick up his butt."
It was queit for a minute as we both thought about what to do.
"I'm not so sure this is a good idea." Caitlyn confessed, sitting up next to me and placing a warm hand on my shoulder. "Maybe we should just tell someone and..."
"And what?" I cut her off. "And hope he doesn't tell anyone about Tess while we run away and hide?"
"We're not running away." She said quietly. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
I felt crappier then ever now. My life sucks. I know if I focused on the good things like a guy would, I'd see that I've got two very beautiful girls ready to throw themselves at me, plus a guy who's going crazy just to get me. But all I can do is focus on the bad things. Like how I have to break either Caitlyn or Tess' heart. Like how Shane Gray is going all insane and stalker-ish on me. Like how my summer will be over before I know it and everything will have to be decided sooner rather then later. Like how I'm sitting naked in a bed next to the love of my life, who's also naked, and I have no desire to attack her with any sexual need.
"It's too late for that." I murmured, turning away from her.
"Mitchie...I know everything pretty much sucks now...but it'll all get better. We'll get out of this. I promise, everyone will be happy when this is over." She comforted me.
"You can't keep that." I told her. "No matter what I do at least two people I care about are gonna get hurt."
"Shane deserves everything that's coming for him." She reminded me.
"I don't care about him...as much as I used to...but he's still Shane. In the inside he's still that funny, charming guy everyone loved. The old Shane is there...I think." I defended. "I hope."
"Tess..." She didn't need to finish that statement.
"I know. She's gonna get hurt the most." My voice grew hoarse at the end.
"Mitchie...it's okay if you like her." The words weren't right coming from Caitlyn. They sounded like poison. They made me feel like the moron I am. "If you want...if you want to pick her...I understand."
"No!" I exclaimed too quickly. "I love you."
She gave me a small smile before frowning. "But you love her, too."
Have you ever thought about how a puppy would feel if it's back leg run over by a car? That sick feeling in your stomach, that frown on your face, that intense need to go hug a puppy, all of that combined by an burning ache to throw up filled me now. But I didn't want to hug a puppy. No...the strangest of all people came into my mind. The person I needed most at this very moment. The person who always had answers. The person that my brain had been yelling at me for not seeing in so long. The one that's job is to make everything okay.
Mom.
"I gotta go. I'll see you later." I muttered before throwing on my clothes in record time and leaving a stunned Caitlyn alone in the spare cabin.
It was chilly outside. The grass covered with dew, the trees blowing gently in the crisp morning wind, the sun peeking out above the lake, turning the sky a pinkish color.
I walked along the short muddy trail to my mother's cabin. When I got there I waited outside the front door for. I sighed, almost able to see my breath even though it was clearly summer.
I raised my fist into the air and knocked on the door exactly four times. I stared at the wooden door as I listened to the sounds of my mom grunting at the early hour and rolling out of bed. I heard her walk over to the door, her footsteps comforting light thuds against the hard floor.
The door knob turned so slowly that I thought I'd just push it open myself, but I didn't have the strength to. My heart was beating so hard in my chest that it seemed like it was trying to escape. Trying to run away from me. From the pain. From all this confusion and worry. To a better life with someone else. To a better future with no more aches and pains.
The door pulled open a few inches and my mother's eyes peered out at me.
"Mitchie?" She asked, her eyes squinty and her voice full of sleep. "What on earth are you doing up so early?" She asked while pulling the door open the rest of the way. "I thought you were those boys that keep coming over her and throwing water balloons at all the camp workers."
"Sorry...I just needed to talk to you." I replied, my frown never failing to show.
She could tell by the sound of my voice and the look on my face that something was wrong. She put a hand on my shoulder and led me in, closing the door on the cold outside world behind me. I already felt better. There's nothing like being in a cozy, warm room with your mom when your world is crumbling down around you.
"What's the matter, sweetie? You look like someone ate your last peice of pie." She chuckled at the memory of my six year old self crying because dad ate my pie while I was gone to school one day. He'd said he was sorry and mom had baked me a new one the next day, so of course my life could go one even though for that one afternoon it felt like it wouldn't.
Life's just like that.
Someone eat's your pie and you feel like the world as you know it will end. Even when they say sorry, it doesn't matter, you didn't get your pie and that's all you care about. You want things to go back. To be like they used to. You wished you'd finished the pie earlier so this wouldn't have happened. Then after you've already made a fool of yourself someone bakes you a new pie and it's all good again. You can be happy again. You can live. You can go on.
But no one's going to bake me another pie. Not now. Not ever. I can't get out of this one.
"I'm sorry for kind of ignoring you this whole summer." I apoligized.
"Oh, that's okay. I figured you and Caitlyn were having a lot of fun and I didn't want to ruin it by coming around and bugging you." She smiled. Why do mom's make everything so great one minute and so suck-ish the next?
"Yeah...lots of fun." I replied while looking down at my hands as I sat down on the tiny two person couch by the wall. Mom sitting next to me.
"What's wrong?" She asked, knowing I was holding it all back. Maybe I shouldn't tell her. Maybe she'd just become another victim in this. Maybe she'd become another player in this sick game that's my life. Maybe she'd try to interfere and mess up everything. Maybe she'd just stop talking to me to get out of it all.
"You don't wanna know." I warned her, tears coming to my eyes. I blame how tired I am and the early hour.
"Honey, you can tell me anything. Is it about Caitlyn? Did you guys have a fight?" She guessed, turning sympathetic on me.
"Not exactly." I answered, growing too shy for this kind of talk. "It's more about me...and Shane...and Tess...and Caitlyn."
"Well don't leave me hanging." She gave me a mom type of smile.
"The whole story?" I asked, not sure if I'd be able to tell it.
"Every detail you'll tell me." She put her arm around my shoulders and gave a comforting squeeze.
"It started when I knid of...well...it's hard to explain, and it's harder to explain why, but...this one day I was over at Tess' cabin and..." Come on, Torres, spit it out! It's your mom, not the men in black. "We kissed and someone saw through a window and told Shane about it. Now he's holding it against me and said I have to break up with Caitlyn and be his girlfriend."
I didn't want to look up and see the look on her face. I didn't want to hear her say that it's not my fault, that it's Shane's, that I'm innocent and it'll all be over soon. That I'm gonna be okay. I've heard it all from Caitlyn and Tess, and even the voice in my head...I don't wanna hear it any more.
"Why'd you kiss Tess?" She asked, her voice full of shock and confusion. "Aren't you and Caitlyn still together? You cheated on her?! After everything that poor girl's been through? With her mom, and her family, and you just do this to her?"
I'd never seen my mom get so mad before. She stood up and started pacing while gritting her teeth and balling up her fists. Her face turning red.
"Mom, calm down. It was an accident. It wasn't suppose to happen." I protested, no way is she putting this all on me.
"This is all Tess Tyler's idea. I know it! She's out for revenge, she's doing this to hurt you." She mumbled more to herself then to me.
"No, Mom! Tess is just as innocent in this as I am. She's changed, she's not like she used to be." I defended.
"What about Caitlyn?" She asked, stopping and staring at me. "Does she know about this? All of it?"
"Yes, and she's upset about it but...it's just too complicated right now." I tried to explain.
"I know. I know." She sighed, calming herself down. "Well, why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"I don't know. I just didn't really think about it. I still don't see how you can help. I'm not suppose to tell anyone about Shane's threat, anyways." I confessed.
"But we have to go tell Brown..." She started to exclaim, but I cut her off and stood up to stand by her side.
"No, mom. Brown can't help us. No one can help us. This all on me. I have to fix what I screwed up. I just needed you for some support or something." I explained.
"But...I have to help you! I can't just sit on the side and watch this." She protested, wiping away the layer of sweat on her forehead.
"You have to. For me, mom. Promise me you won't tell anyone about this." I demanded.
She was quiet as she thought it over. "Oh, fine. For you."
I pulled her into a hug and she hugged back like I was leaving to go to Norway forever.
"Mom, I have needs. One of them is air!" I struggled to talk against her bear hug. She held on for a few more seconds and then let go of me.
"You'll come straight to me if anything happens, right?" She asked in a stern voice.
"Yes, mom. You'll be first on my 'I'm gonna die if I don't tell someone' list." I smiled. She playfully slapped my shoulder and shooed me towards the door.
"Go. Fix everything. I know you'll do the right thing. A Torres always knows what to do." She pulled open the door and pushed me out. "Good luck!"
"Love you too." I sarcastically replied as she shut the door. I sighed and looked at the woods behind me. I shivered as the wind blew fresh, cold air against my face. It stung as it hit.
I pulled a lock of my hair behind my ear and then crossed my arms to try and stay warm. The sun had gotten a little more visable now but it didn't keep the cold morning away.
I walked in small steps down the three steps and away from the cabin. I started to walk towards the cabin Caitlyn might still be at. The one that I totally ditched her at. But instead I took a left and walked down the trail that led back to our cabin. On my way down the muddy trail I took a right without thinking about it. While I was lost in my thoughts I happened to take another wrong turn and onto a seperate trail.
Before I realized what I'd done I was standing outside Tess' cabin. I can't explain why, but I suddenly felt like I was meant to be standing there. Like someone had picked me up and placed me here on purpose.
I stared up at it as the cold wind blew past me. I could smell her perfume. It was strong and exotic. I loved it, of course, but I wished I couldn't smell it. It made me think about her. It made me wonder what she was doing, what she did when I wasn't there, what'd I see if I peeked in the window.
I stopped my train of thought as it took a dirty turn and began walking towards the cabin, my feet taking even smaller steps then before.
I stopped walking when a new smell came across me in the wind. My nose and eyes seemed to be the only things working right now.
I processed the smell. It was familur. Nasty, but familur. It left this iron taste in the my mouth, weird right? It smelled...like...a hospital. I know that's strange but when I was little the only thing I thought about when I heard the word hospital was blood.
Blood.
Why did I smell blood? That's not normal.
My mind jumped to the worst conclusion and without coming to the decision to move, my feet ran to the cabin door, my lungs lacking air the whole way.
I noticed the door was slightly open but I didn't care, I shoved it all the way open just the same. My feet stopped, my heart stopped, my brain stopped, my whole freakin life stopped.
A trail of blood and dirt went from the doorway, across the mud covered floor, to the bed by the window. I couldn't move as tears fell freely from my eyes. My heart stung as my throat went dry.
On the bed the sheets were tangled up and thrown all over the place. Blood was splattered across them. On the floor next to the bed was the sight that left me shocked and speachless.
Shane Gray. He was there. He was sitting with his back against the nightstand. He was shirtless, he was crying, he was sweaty, he was staring. He was staring at the body on the ground in front of him.
Tess Tyler wasn't moving. A quilt was covering her body up to neck, leaving her head, arms, and legs exposed. I could see the already forming bruises. I could see the cuts. I could see the vomit that was down by her feet. I could smell it. It burned my nose and made my stomach churn.
Finally my body moved forward in a rush of panic but my mind still refused to work.
"What did you do!?" I yelled, tears flowing down my cheeks as I kneeled down next to her body. I placed a hand on her blood covered arm and the other on the side of her neck. I was too shaky to feel a pulse...if there was one.
Shane didn't answer me. He didn't move. He didn't do anything. He just sat there and stared at Tess' peaceful face. He stared at the bruises he had made. He stared at what he had done.
"Why!?" I screamed at him, choking on my tears. I looked up at him, just now notcing the bottles beer next to him. I just now saw the blood across his chest. On his hands. On his face.
Her blood.
He didn't move, or talk, but his eyes looked into mine. He looked scared. I knew why. He's over. He's done with. He did the worst thing possible and he knows it. His career is gone. His rep is down the toilet. His future is ruined. All because of what he'd done.
Why didn't he move? Why didn't he run from this? It's obvious he did it. Her blood is on his hands. It's no mistake that he's to blame. He's at the crime scene. Why did he just sit there? Was he waiting to get caught? Did he know it was no use to run? Did he think it wasn't worth it? How long had he been here? Just asking for someone to find them. To find her.
I looked back down at her. At the blood running from the corner of her mouth. At the bruise on her cheek. At the red marks across her shoulders.
"Tess!" I screamed, my throat sore and my voice hoarse. "Tess!"
I pressed my ear to the place her heart should be. My tears falling down on her. On the dry blood in her messy and tangled hair. On her pale skin. On her seemingly lifeless body.
Having my eyes looking in a different direction now, I saw something that made me freeze. Looking back at me, with a flashing red light on top of it, was a video camera. I stared at it as my mouth went dry.
It was all on tape. It was all recorded on film. That's why Shane didn't move. That's why Shane didn't try an escape. Because he had been filmed. But why didn't he just take the camera with him? How did Tess know to turn on a camera at the right the moment? If she'd known this was going to happen, then why didn't she run? Why didn't she save herself?
Dum, Dum...Dum, Dum...Dum, Dum...
My head rose slowly from her chest.
She's alive. Her heart is beating. She's still here. She's still alive. How? How can she still be living? I thought for sure she was gone. Was this some sick joke my mind was playing on me?
"She's breathing." I whispered, glancing at Shane. He looked from her frozen face up to my eyes. His were red and watery. He still didn't speak. He still didn't move. He just frowned at me.
"Tess! Can you hear me?" I yelled at her. My hands were covered in her blood now. I tried to find were she was bleeding at by there was just so much red that I couldn't.
"I didn't mean for it to go that far." He whispered, his voice cracking. I looked up at him, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't scream at him. So I wouldn't attack him. "I was just so angry. I just wanted to know where you were. She wouldn't tell me. So I hit her. She didn't fight back at first so I kept going. I just wanted something to hit. I didn't think I'd let it go that far. Before she...fell asleep..." I could tell that he must of knocked her out. The way he'd worded that was my proof. "...I asked her what the hell is wrong with you. Why won't you just stop the gay act and be with me. She told me to go fuck myself."
"Shane...you're so...you're so stupid!" I yelled, wanting to say so much more.
"If she dies..." He started, pretending like I hadn't said anything. He just looked down at her face again. "Make sure they kill me. When I go to prison...if she dies...make sure they kill me."
"No...I'd like to see you suffer there. She'd like to se you suffer. The world will hate you Shane Gray. If you die we can't watch you be in pain." I replied, the dark side of me coming out.
"Make sure they kill me." He repeated, staring at her face. "But if she lives...tell her that I'm sorry. Tell her that I wish it was the other way around. Tell her to kill me."
After a few more minutes of no communication from Tess, I gulped down some air, trying not to smell the thick scent of blood and vomit in it. I pulled out my cell phone, looking down at Tess' face, and dialed 911.
Never in my life had I been so nervous and worried as I was now. Sitting in this cold waiting room was torture. Three hours had gone by so far, and still nothing. Not one word. No one would tell me anything.
I silently rocked back and forth in my hard seat, my eyes glaring at the floor. My right hand had a death grip on Caitlyn's. My knuckles were white and throbbing in pain. I didn't care. I needed something solid to hold on to. If I let go I might loose my grip on everything that's real right now. Caitlyn didn't complain, she just watched me with big eyes, afraid I might need to see a therapist or some crap like that.
My mother was on my other side. I'd kept my promise to her. She was first to know after I called for help. Her and Caitlyn had run straight to the cabin and gotten there with Brown just as the ambulance was arriving. I was more grateful then ever that the hospital was right down the road from Camp Rock.
I was glad they'd taken so long to get to the situation. Not the ambulance, but Caitlyn and mom. That way they didn't have to see Tess' tortured body on the floor or Shane's crazy staring. Tess would have wanted it that way. She would have wanted no one to see her like that. To see her powerless.
"No, I don't know. We haven't heard yet." Brown's conversation on his cell phone quietly drifted over to us, as well as the quiet waiting room TV. The news was on and showed pictures of something that had happed in China. I didn't watch it. No more bad news. No more pain.
"Are you sure, Mrs. Tyler?" Brown asked into his phone, pacing closer to us, and then farther away again. "It would only be a six hour flight here. I'm sure Tess would want you...yes, well, okay. I'll tell her. No, I'm not sure if...yes, Mrs. Tyler. Of course."
He pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it in shock. "She hung up on me." He muttered.
It was quiet for a few minutes, the talk on the TV was the only sound. But we all looked up at the small box when something caught our attention.
"Early this morning police officials took Shane Gray into questioning. It is said that Gray is invovled in a scandal that happened last night at Camp Rock, the camp for aspiring musicians and singers, that Gray and the other two members of Connect 3 were staying at. Details aren't clear at the moment but our inside source is telling us that this morning an unidentified sixteen year old girl was rushed to the hospital. We'll have more on this story later on, but now let's turn to the weather with Bob. Bob..."
We all stared at the TV. My grip on Caitlyn's hand went down a notch as a cramp throbbed in it. She looked over at me, scared I might be going into shock or something.
It was quiet again as we waited. My phone, now in Caitlyn's other hand, was vibrating off the hook. Everyone who had my number was calling me.
Finally I reached over and looked at who was calling me now. I was ready to throw it at the wall, but didn't when my slowly moving brain read the Caller ID.
I flipped it open and the first word in over two hours (the police had questioned me ealier) came out of my mouth.
"Freddie?" I pressed the ear peice hard against my ear as they all turned to stare at me. My voice was shaky and hoarse. It hurt my ears just to listen to it.
"Mitchie! Thank God! I was about to drive down there! Why haven't you answered you're phone? Or even called? I heard about what happened from Caitlyn. Are you okay?" He fired up the questions.
"I'm fine." I replied. That was a lie. I was about to go insane. The image of Tess was still strong in my mind. "Sorry about not calling. How have you and Sierra been?" It might be good to try and take my mind off the current situation.
"Oh, we're great." I could hear his smile. "But my mom's been pissed since Caitlyn moved. She doesn't even talk to me any more. Dad's been good though. He's can't wait to meet you."
"Sounds great." I commented. "Listen, i'll call you later."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Please do." He replied, sad our talk was over so fast.
"Bye." I snapped it shut half way through his goodbye. I handed it out for Caitlyn who had been watching me carefully the whole time. I wondered what was going on in her mind.
"Excuse me, is there a Mitchie Torres and a Caitlyn Gellar present?" A nurse that had just walked into the room asked us. I stood up quickly, Caitlyn following me as I sprinted towards her.
"What's going on?" I asked frantically. I quietly hoped I didn't sound too insane. "Can I see her?"
Caitlyn noticed that I used the word I intsead of we.
"I'm afraid not. Mrs. Tyler is awake now, but has requested that you both stay here until further notice." She peered around us. "You both may go in now. But be aware that this visit is very short. Mrs. Tyler is scheduled for an operation shortly."
"What?" My brain went numb and heart sank. She doesn't want me there. I saved her ass and she doesn't want to even look at me. Maybe she's embarrassed? Maybe she hates me. Maybe she blames me. Hell, I blame me. This is all my fault. I don't wanna see myself either.
I turned and walked back to my seat, Caitlyn reaching out for my hand as both mom and Brown went away with the nurse. I sat down and a stray tear fell from my eye. Crap, I thought I was out those by now.
"Are you okay?" Caitlyn asked in the too quiet waiting room.
"Fine." I reply, using the same answer that I did with Freddie.
"That's bull Mitchie." She said, annoyed with my attitude. "You're scaring me. I know what's happened is crappy as hell, and I know you don't wanna talk about it but you can at least talk to me. Don't get all defensive, I'm here to help you, I don't give a crap if you don't tell me how you're feeling. I'm not your shrink, I'm you're girlfriend." She stopped when she got to that word. That word that defines a relationship. That word that means so much, but so little.
"Then you'll shut up while I talk? You won't argue with me?" My question didn't make sense at all, but she got it in that smart Caitlyn way.
"Please." She begged, calming down. I waited for a few minutes, just letting the silence surround me. Letting Caitlyn think. Letting myself try to figure it all out.
"I've been thinking about why he did it." I admitted. She didn't respond, just like I'd asked of her. "About how the camera was there. About why Tess set up the camera in the first place. At first I thought that maybe Shane was just sick and making a sex tape or something. But then...then I thought about why Tess would've set up the camera."
I glared at the floor as my mental image of Shane forcing himself on Tess came back. That's all I could think about. All I could see. All I could imagine.
"The only reason Tess would've done it would be to get the evidence I needed to keep Shane from ruining our lives. Just like my mom thought, Tess thought it was all her fault. She was trying to fix it." I looked up into Caitlyn's eyes. "She was doing the only thing that could get us all out of this. Now everyone thinks Shane is crazy and sick. They won't believe him if he says something about me and Tess. And the camera...she has the blackmail now."
"Where is the camera? Did the police take it?" She asked quietly, placing her hand on top of mine.
"No. Before anybody got there I took care of it." I confessed thinking back to how I had gotten rid of it. I had gotten it and turned it off. I took out the tiny tape and tossed it at Shane. 'This is your chance to take it back.' I'd said to him. No, he can't take it back. Not now. Not ever. But he could clear his guilt for the time being. He had snapped it into four peices before standing up and muttering to me that he's sorry. Just as he was starting to walk towards me the police busted through the door.
"Tess didn't have to do this." I quietly told her. She nodded in agreement. "We could've fixed this without that. Without this. It was just a kiss. It didn't need to become all this. It's all my fault in the end, and I know it. Don't." I warned her as she was about to protest.
"Yeah...but it's my fault too." She changed her answer.
"Why?" I asked, not up for fighting with her.
"Because I should've known she'd go to some extreme." Caitlyn waited a minute before giving me a worried look. "Mitchie...people do crazy things for love. For the ones they love. If you haven't already got it...Tess loves you. It's hard to miss. And I know you love her too. Whether it be like a friend or more. And just...just swear to me that you won't do anything crazy. Don't be stupid, Torres. I don't wanna have to explain why you commited suicide at your funeral. I don't wanna see you get hurt. So swear to me that you won't do anything stupid. Because if you want to hear that it's all your fault, then I'll tell you that. Mitchie, this is all your fault. I don't believe that, but you want to hear it. If I fight with you about it then...just don't do anything stupid...swear to me."
"I swear I won't kill myself or hurt myself." I replied after thinking over all the ways I could hurt and kill myself. "You have my word."
"Thank you." She gave me a small smile.
"But I'm not making any promises that I won't beat up the first person who gives me crap. Old lady or not." I gave a small smile. It felt good to smile.
"And I'm totally okay with that." She said back.
"I'm hungry." My stomach growled along with my comment. I pushed my stomach out as far as it could go. "I could eat a cow."
"Fatty." Caitlyn scoffed.
"Shut up, skinny." I threw back.
"Make me, tubby." She smirked.
"Don't flatter yourself, I wouldn't waist my anger on someone as little as you." I replied.
"Yeah, because people as big as you can't catch me." She scooted away from me.
"You better be glad we're in a public place." I warned.
She smirked before saying, "Ooh, I'm sooo lucky."
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AN:
Reveiw Question #1: What should happen to Shane?
Reveiw Question #2: What should happen to Tess?
Reveiw Question #3: Who do youthink Mitchie should choose?
