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Alex's POV
I woke up that morning to the sound of gagging and coughing. I sat up in bed to see Mitch was gone and my bathroom door open. It took a second for me to come out of my daze from just waking up but when I did, I flung my legs over my bed and rushed into the bathroom to see Mitch sitting on the floor with her head over my toilet, her fingers tangled in her hair in a poor attempt to keep it away from her face. I found a hair tie in one of the cupboards and brushed all her hair back with my fingers before tying it up for her. I knelt down beside her and ran circles over her back with my hand hoping it would make her feel a little better. She had tears in her eyes and her face was slightly flushed. I hated seeing her like this. I tried shushing her to calm her down and I reassured her that everything was okay, it seemed to help a little. Once she got everything out, I helped her to her feet and flushed my toilet before guiding her over to my sink so she could clean herself up. I stood by her, with my back against the sink as she brushed her teeth and splashed some water over her face.
"What the hell happened last night? I don't remember anything." My mind instantly wandered to what she said before falling to sleep. Should I tell her or just keep it to myself?
"You were wasted. I left you for like half an hour... Well, you left me. But when you came back, you were totally out of it." She turned to face me more and she wore a confused expression. She really didn't remember anything by the looks of it.
"Why did I leave you? Who the hell was I with?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I asked you to go get me another beer, remember? We were on the sofa watching some of the guys play xbox.." She had a thoughtful look on her face for a couple seconds before shaking her head.
"I don't remember any of that."
"Do you even remember arriving? I swear, it wasn't that long after, maybe an hour or two and you didn't seem drunk at all then." She let out a groan and held onto her head. "Come on, you can get back in bed and sleep for a while longer." I took her hand and led her back into my room. She got herself in bed and tugged the quilt up to her. I started to walk away, but I felt a hand grip mine. Sure enough if was MItchie's. I turned back to her and looked down at her with a questioning look.
"Where are you going?" She looked up at me with child like eyes. The only thought that came into my head was how adorable she looked.
"I'll be back, I'm just gonna get you some aspirin and water." Her hand loosened its grip on mine, allowing me to leave. I gave her a small smile, the look she was giving me was making me feel guilty for leaving her, but it's not like I was leaving forever. I was only going to get her something to help her feel better. It seemed pretty early, but I had no idea what time it was. No one was around in the apartment, but I wasn't complaining. I have a slight hangover myself so I really don't want to be dealing with family. I rummaged the medicine cupboard in my kitchen and soon enough found the little white bottle. I filled some glass with water and trudged my way back to my room. I kept my curtains shut, letting the dark take over my room knowing that Mitchie would appreciate it. I kinda liked it that way most of the time anyway so it didn't bother me. I closed my door quietly and set the glass of water down beside her on the small table. I took out two aspirin and shook Mitchie, hoping she wasn't asleep and instead just had her eyes closed. She bought her hand up to her forehead and let out another groan. "Come on Mitch, I got you some aspirin." She opened her eyes, but only slightly. When she saw me standing over her, she shuffled herself up a little into a sitting position and took the pills from me. I handed her the water and she took it gladly. I hated seeing her look so ill. Surely she couldn't have drank that much within half an hour of us not being together. I know she said she did keg, but she never got that bad from it before. Sure, she'd get wasted if she had a good run, but never like she was last night. Mitchie was way too responsible to drink herself into unconsciousness.
"Thanks." Her voice was kind of hoarse, but that's just probably from all the throwing up she's done. She handed me back the water and I set it down beside her in its previous position. I couldn't stop thinking about what she said to me though. What the hell did she mean by it?
"Get some sleep, you'll feel better for it." I told her and she shuffled herself back down into the warmth of my quilt. Within only a few seconds, she was in a deep slumber. Out cold. I left her there. I so badly wanted to go back to bed too but I knew my parents wouldn't be happy with me spending the whole day in bed. I changed into some sweatpants and threw on my hoodie, making myself look a little more presentable and I went downstairs to the sub station. Max was sat behind the cash register, looking as bored as ever. Dad was in the back kitchen and mom was waiting tables. None of them had noticed me yet. Max looked a million miles away so I went over to him and leaned my face down close to his ear. "HEY MAX!"
"AH!" I burst out laughing when he fell off the stool he was sitting on and hit the floor with a thud. "What the hell Alex?" I held my hand out for him to take and he did once he was done rubbing the elbow he landed on.
"Chill out, you didn't die." He let out a huff of annoyance and sat back on his stool, going back into the world of Max. I left him to it and sat on the opposite side of the counter.
"Oh so you decided to wake up then, Alex." Uh, I knew I'd regret coming down here.
"Mom, it's a Saturday." She put her hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. I hate when she does that.
"Yes, and you should be working. You're lucky that Max agreed to covering your shift for you."
"What?! That's why I have to work today?!" Max exclaimed in front of me, but neither of us answered him. Apparently mom was too busy lecturing me.
"So how was your night? Did you get back here responsibly? You didn't drink and drive, did you?"
"Mom, I told you we were walking there so we wouldn't do that. Do you never listen to what I say?" Even I was surprised by that question. Usually I'm the one being asked that.
"I was just making sure."
"Well Miley gave us a lift home and before you start to worry, she didn't drink. She was completely sober." Mom rolled her eyes and went back to work. I swear, I can't do anything right in this family. She asks me to get home responsibly and when I do, I get an eye roll. I decided on going back upstairs and chill out for a while, whilst Mitchie catches some sleep. I really couldn't stay down here with all these people and all this noise. I got to my still dark room and opened the door quietly. The only sound that was filling the room was Mitchie's light snores, but before I even got a chance to close my door behind me a much louder, much more annoying sound filled the air. I quickly rushed over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, hoping it wouldn't wake Mitchie and I answered it, walking back out into the hallway. "Hello?"
"Alex? It's me Nate."
"Oh hey, what's up." I closed my door and walked a little further down the hall, away from my room so I wouldn't disturb the sleeping beauty inside of it.
"How is she?" I sighed to myself and instantly remembered those words that came from her mouth last night.
"I just can't take it anymore.. I.. don't know how to deal with these feelings anymore. That's... That's why I got so drunk. I'm sorry." She could hardly pull her words together. Her voice was breaking and I knew she was on the verge of tears.
"What feelings Mitch? What are you talking about?" I tried to push. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.
"For you."
"She's sleeping off her hangover." This time, it was Nate who sighed. There was a short silence through the phone. "Nate? What is it?"
"Listen Alex, I need to tell you something." My heart stopped in my chest at the sound of his voice. He sounded serious, nervous and I think I heard a small hint of disappointment in there too. My mine only went to one thing.
"What is it?" I listened to his words intently. Taking everything he had to say in and processed it all. I felt the anger rising in me, boiling up in my chest. I started to pace the carpeted floor beneath my feet as I tried to calm myself down. I felt like I could have just screamed, hit something, throw my phone against the wall and watch it break into a million pieces, anything to get this anger out of me. But I knew none of that would have helped. In the end, I'd only want to do the one thing that I knew would help anyway. And that would be to show this idiot a piece of my mind. How could he?
I heard a small groan coming from behind me. I turned in my chair to see Mitchie rubbing her forehead. I instantly felt my protective side take over and I got up to my feet and walked over to her on my bed to sit beside her. Her eyes were squinted open and she looked up at me as I trailed my fingers through her hair softly.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I kept my voice as gentle and quiet as I could.
"Better, but still a little off." Her face was still a little paler than usual but she had a lot more color that she did this morning. She looked so innocent. Maybe because I knew that she was so innocent in all of this. None of this was her fault. It was all him. I can't even imagine how Mitchie must have been feeling last night. How scared and confused she must have felt. How disorientated she must have felt and how he made her feel. "Lex?"
"Hm?"
"You kinda zoned out. Are you okay?" I should tell her. She has every right to know and I'd rather it come from me than anyone else. At least if I tell her, I can keep her calm about all this. She trusts me. I know she does.
"Mitch, I need to tell you something." Her eyebrows scrunched together in that cute manner when she gets confused or nervous about something. I tugged on her hand gently so she'd sit up next to me. She had her back to my headboard and I shuffled myself infront of her, with my legs crossed. I grabbed hold of both of her hands and I could see in her face she'd started to get anxious. Maybe she caught on to how I was feeling. How scared I was to tell her this. Why should I be scared though? He should be scared. He should be scared of facing me. Oh what I plan to do to him next time I see him.
"What is it Alex?" I snapped out of my thoughts again to her voice. Her oh so sweet and adorable voice.
"You remember nothing from last night, yeah?" I asked her just for confirmation. She nodded her head slowly.
"I mean, I vaguely remember arriving. But hardly even that. The whole night's just one huge blur." Oh how innocent she is. I let a sigh escape my lips as I looked down at our hands. I started to play with her fingers, something I only do when I get nervous and she knew that. The beating of my heart was deafening in my ears, but I still caught onto the soft voice that played through the air. "Alex, you're starting to make me nervous. Please tell me what's wrong." I returned my gaze to her deep, brown eyes. They were softly pleading me to speak my mind and I knew I had to. I knew I had to tell her the truth, no matter how hard she may take it. No matter how much she might freak out over it.
"Nate called me earlier." I figured this would be the easiest way to get around to it. Her eyes still held that pleading look in them, but they soon began to overcast with confusion as to why this had any importance. "Maybe I should tell you what happened last night first, so you have a better understanding." I said out loud. It was more to myself, but I guess Mitchie got some use out of the idea because she nodded her head in agreement. "Well, remember how I told you about going to get me a beer from the kitchen? Then you never came back.." She nodded slowly. "Well, I decided to leave you and I went outside with Will. It must have been a good 20 minutes, half an hour until you found your way back to me. By the time you were back, you were completely wasted. You said you did keg, but I suspected it to be something more than that. Even you don't get that bad from a keg." She got a little amusement from that because she let out a small laugh, but I stayed serious. She didn't yet have the knowledge that I do, but once she does I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be laughing either. I looked back down to our entangled hands. Her hands were always so soft. I loved holding onto them just because they were nice to touch. And I guess I always just felt good holding them.
"Carry on Alex.."
"Right, anyway.. After that I took you into the kitchen to sit down but Shane.." Uh, just saying his name makes me want to hit something.. "took you away from me. I tried to stop you, but you kinda told me to leave you and then Nate came and dragged me away for a game of pong. I managed to get away from Nate but by the time I did, you were gone." I could have tried harder, though. I could have pulled myself away from Nate. I could have prevented it from getting as far as it did. But I didn't try hard enough.
"So what are you getting at Alex?" Her voice was still soft, but this time, it held something. Held something that made my heart ache for the girl. It held desperation and fear. Fear for what was coming next.
"I came looking for you. It took me a good five or ten minutes, but I eventually found you Mitch." I couldn't look her in the eye anymore. I mean, she just looked so... So... Innocent. "Shane took you to his room. I had to break through the door to get in because he'd locked it. But you were unconscious Mitchie. You were out cold. Underneath him. He was touching you and you were both nearly naked and... He... I just... Uh, I hate him so much Mitchie! You should have listened to me! You should have listened when I told you to stay with me! Why did you leave with him? He could have... He-"
"I'm sorry." The spinning in my head stopped and my only focus was her. She was looking down, but that didn't stop me from noticing the tears that had started to glaze over her eyes. She was sorry? No. She shouldn't be sorry. He should be sorry.
"No Mitchie. No. Don't say that. This is not your fault. None of this." She looked back up at me. Her eyes. Her eyes were soft, yet intense with emotion.
"But you just said-"
"No. Forget what I said. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him. This is his fault. Not yours. You had no control." Her eyebrows scrunched together again in confusion, creasing deep frustrated lines into her forehead. And then I remembered, I still hadn't told her the vital part.
"Alex, I don't understand."
"He drugged you Mitch." There. I said it. It blurted out of my mouth uncontrollably and now I can't take it back. Not that I would. She needed to know. It's out there. Out in the open for the whole world to know. But the whole world wasn't going to know. This was for Mitchie's ears only. Her hands pulled from mine. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth slightly open. Whether it was from shock or she was going to say something, I don't know. But no words came from her mouth. Her reaction made me wonder if I actually would take it back if I had the chance. "Nate called to tell me he found a stash of roofies in his room. And Jason said he saw you two talking and drinking together in the kitchen. When you left me to go get that beer. Apparently, between the time you left me to get that beer and when you found me again, he was the only one you had a drink with. Apart from the keg, but obviously that wasn't filled with rape drugs." ...Damn it Alex why did you have to say that word?! I quickly took her hands in mine again and held a tight grip on them. "But I got to you Mitchie. I got to you before he went too far. I got him off of you and Nate and Miley helped me get you here safely. You're fine. He didn't..." I couldn't say it, even though it didn't happen. The thought of it happening still made me feel sick. "I'd never let that happen to you, okay? Never." I assured her one final time as I ran one of my hands through her hair. She still seemed shocked, but I think she was slowly coming down from it and back down to Earth. A single tear dropped from her eye and ran down her cheek. That was my cue to pull her into me. I held onto her in a safe embrace as she gripped my shirt and began to sob into my chest. I felt her wet tears staining my shirt with her mixed emotions that I could only imagine to be anger, fear, sadness, relief. But I don't know. I couldn't tell you how she was feeling in that moment. All I could tell you is that I made a promise to myself, to her, to the world, that I would never let Shane hurt her ever again.
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