Broken Reality
Chapter 6
Mitchie jolted out of a deep slumber from her dream. She dreamt that she had the baby and misplaced it. She's read before that that's a common dream for new mothers. She couldn't help but sarcastically laugh at the thought of herself being a new mother. That's the thing for people who are married! People who are old!
Okay, so maybe they don't have to be old per-say…but still, at 15? She certainly never imagined to be pregnant now.
"Mornin' Mitch!" Caitlyn cheerfully yelled out from the closet to her friend.
"Are you always up in the morning to say 'hi' to me?" Mitchie questioned with amusement lacing in her voice.
Caitlyn giggled, "Pretty much, yes." She turned and pulled the shirt she'd chosen for the day off the rack, "You sleep too much."
Mitchie sighed and threw the white comforter over her head.
"Woah," Caitlyn spoke up, walking closer to the bed, "was it something I said?"
Mitchie sighed again, "No, sorry, just tired, you know," she flattened her lips into a line and shook her head.
Caitlyn sat down the hanger and sat down on the end of Mitchie's bed, "Mitch," she began, "I really don't want to pry, I'm sorry about yesterday in the cafeteria, I shouldn't have done that, I just am really worried about you. You seem so distant. Last year, it was obvious why, but this year, I just don't get it. What's going on between you two?"
She didn't know if it was just because of hormones or if she would've done this either way, but Mitchie felt her eyes water up instantly, "I really can't tell you," she spoke softly and shakily.
Caitlyn gently laid a helping hand on Mitchie's own hand, "Of course you can, I'm here for you."
"I'm—" she took in a deep breath and shut her eyes, "pregnant."
Caitlyn's mouth shot open, the small brunette was speechless, "I-wha-with who?"
"Shane, of course!" Mitchie was quick to defend.
"I'm sorry," Caitlyn closed her eyes and shook her head, making an attempt to clear her mind, "stupid question."
Both girls sat in silence for a few moments until Caitlyn spoke up again, "I'm so sorry."
Mitchie couldn't help but laugh a little, "Yah, tell me about it."
"What are you going to do?"
"I really have no idea, yet."
"I take it Shane knows."
"-And is acting like the biggest douche over it."
"I don't blame him for being upset. His entire world is turned upside down, but so is yours! If anything, more than his! You have the evidence on you, and if no one finds out, he gets off scott-free!" Caitlyn grew slightly angry at the thought of Shane's attitude through this all, "Just know if you need anything—anything at all—I'm here."
"Don't worry about it, Cait. I'll figure something out." Mitchie brushed her bed head hair and gave Caitlyn a small sad smile, which Caitlyn soon returned.
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"Great work on the vocals today, kids! Soon, you'll all be singing like canaries!" Mr. Brown yelled, after giving the official send off from class.
Mitchie grabbed her bag and walked towards the exit slowly, "Hey, Mitchie, wait up!" she heard a familiar voice call out.
She turned around, her straight brown hair flying behind her, "Nate," she softly replied, "what's up?"
"I figured we could talk," Nate slowly said, sticking his hands in his front pockets. Mitchie and him were never that close, honestly. They had nothing against each other, but by the same token, they weren't exactly all that comfortable around each other either.
"Look, Nate, if this is about Shane, I really don't want to talk about it, although if you're going to tell me Shane willingly wants to talk to me, than just say the word, but I doubt that." She said in one breath, quickly turning back around.
"Wait, wait," Nate stepped in front of her, "It is about Shane, but I'm just concerned. Shane changed because of you. Now all in a span of 48 hours, he's acting like he did this time last year. I know it probably hurts, I just…you know…kind of wanted to check on you." Nate sheepishly informed her.
"That's really sweet, Nate, but really, I'm fine. Just a little teeny fight that's all." She assured him, with a small smile.
"Are you sure? Because, you have fought before, and Shane does get weird, but not…this weird." He inquired, "Did you know this morning, he actually broke the mirror in the bathroom, and threw a random photo frame across the room. Everything irritates him, man. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a hormonal pregnant woman in disguise."
Mitchie couldn't help but laugh at the irony of Nate's last random thought, "It's fine, Nate, really. Thanks, but really, no need to worry here." She raised her hand and turned around, walking out of the cabin.
As she stepped down the stairs, she heard his converse right up behind her, "Mitch! I may not know you that well, but I know you well enough to know that you're hiding something!" he yelled behind her as she continued to walk.
"Why does everyone think I'm hiding something? I'm not, okay? Just leave me the hell alone!" Mitchie angrily fought back.
Nate stopped dead in his tracks and stood still, with a look of defeat painted on his face.
Mitchie kept walking, but the sprint soon turned into a few small, tiny steps as she thought about the previous conversation a little more, and had time to breathe. Just as Nate was turned around on his heel, Mitchie turned herself around and called out his name. She jogged up to him and looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry about that." She hung her head a little, "Would you like to go somewhere and just talk?"
Nate was fast to nod his head and he grabbed her hand, leading her to the empty cafeteria hall. He swung his leg over the picnic table bench, and she soon followed, only keeping it old fashioned and sitting femininely.
"Look, I'm going to be completely honest with you." Nate sighed, looking at his hands, "I know."
Mitchie's breath hitched in her throat, "What do you mean, you know?"
"You're pregnant, right?"
Mitchie breathed deeply, blinking excessively(one of her nervous habits), "How did you know?"
A somber expression appeared on Nate's face quickly, "Just a hunch," he shrugged, glancing at her, "-And Caitlyn hinted toward it. But don't blame her, she wasn't trying to at all. She was just ranting, and a small hint kind of slipped out."
"Oh." Was all Mitchie could manage to say.
"Don't let him get in the way of you acting normal, he'll come around, he's just being…Shane," Nate sighed disappointedly, "You know him better than anyone, if Jason and I don't, you know he has a really sensitive side to him. Whether it's today, tomorrow or months from now, sometime in this pregnancy, I know he'll man up and deal with the consequences, you just have to hold onto that."
Mitchie had already let a stream on tears flow, "I know, but even with that said, how am I supposed to manage right now? I feel really alone. I mean, if it weren't for that you're just loosing your innocence all together, I now get why people say to have kids in wedlock! You need that support. You need that person to be there for you and keep you sane. But Shane," Mitchie sarcastically laughed, "No, not my Shane. He's too busy worrying about what he's going to tell his parents, his management and his fans, instead of walking through this by my side. I realize it's only been a week and a half since I found out, but I already feel like I should at the very least be at the half-way mark. Everything moves by so slowly. I need him. I need him more than anything. I'm carrying his child in me. But he can't just take that as it is and be with me anyway? I'm not even sure if I want to be with him now, honestly." She folded her arms on the table and hit her head against it, crying deeply.
Nate put an affectionate hand on her back, rubbing it in circles, trying to calm her down, "Shh, shh," he whispered, moving closer to her, "Mitch, it's okay, hun. It's alright. I'll talk to him for you, okay?"
Mitchie's head shot up, "No, no. Don't do that. Just let me deal with this as it goes. I'll probably end up kicking him in the nuts soon. Just—" she shoved her hair out of her face, "Let it run it's course for now. Sorry for the overload."
"Hey, it's okay." Nate reminded her assuringly, "I can't even imagine what you're going through right now." He grabbed her hand, "I'm here if you need me."
If only the eyes that saw the end of that scene belonged to someone that they could trust, instead it had to be someone who would go tell everyone.
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A/N: I'm horrible. I know. I know. I know. Seriously. I-I-I—have no words. It's been nine months. Mitchie would've given birth to the kid by now. I'm sorry!
Just, give me some inspiration. Some ideas? What do you want to happen? Blah.
Thank you SO MUCH for reading! It really means a lot to me!
Skyanne
Infinite x's and o's.
