21. Miracles, Brown Styled

MPOV

"NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" I screamed as the car left the Camp Rock grounds. "NO! Mildred, you can't do this! LET ME GO!"

"Shut up, Michelle!" Mildred said. "You're in so much trouble. What in the world possessed you to run away?"

I didn't answer as I shot across the backseat again and again, desperately trying to get free.

Mildred slammed on the breaks. "That's ENOUGH!" she yelled, reaching behind to slap me several times. I screamed. Her nails scratched into my cheeks, blood dripping through my fingers.

"STOP IT!" I yelped.

"Be quiet! Once we get the airport, you're not to say a word!" Mildred snapped.

Sirens suddenly broke the silence, besides my sobbing. Mildred pulled over again and looked behind her, impatient.

The cruiser pulled up behind us, another one behind that. Three people from each car came out and surrounded the car.

Mildred made an exasperated sound and rolled down the window. "What's the meaning of this?" she demanded.

"Mildred Feakson?" the officer asked.

"Yes?"

"Out of the car. You're under arrest."

I froze, as did Mildred.

"WHAT?" she exclaimed. "What for?"

"For child abuse. Out of the car. You, too, Michelle."

She refused to move, although I quickly hopped out and backed away. Another officer held me still.

The other officer opened the door and pulled Mildred out. "Unhand me!" she demanded as they put her in the car.

I was frozen in shock as the cruiser was put in drive and sped away. My mouth was agape.

"What…just…happened?" I asked slowly.



"Someone has been watching you for weeks now," the officer said. "He's been gathering information on your aunt for a long time now, and he's gathered enough information. Is there somewhere you need to go?"

SPOV

"NO, NO, NO, NO NO!" I screamed, thrashing violently on my bed. Nate, Caitlyn, and Jason were trying, with little success, to hold me down until I relaxed.

My temper tantrum was going on way longer than my last one. I'd now been splashed with water, slapped, and nearly thrown into the lake by now, and yet…nothing was working.

"GET OFF ME!" I snarled. "I HAVE TO GET MITCHIE BACK! I HAVE TO FIND HER! I HAFTA KEEP MY PROMISE!!"

Jason and Nate sighed. Caitlyn was watching from a corner. "What should we do now?" she asked.

"Uh…" Nate frowned, thinking hard. I managed to get loose and lunge for the door, but Jason grabbed me and threw me back to the floor. I immediately tried to bolt, but Jason grabbed me again and flung me to the chair.

"You're going to hurt yourself!" he cried. "RELAX!"

Caitlyn watched with wide eyes. "Nate…" she said. "I'm slightly scared. Do something!"

"I'm thinking! UGH the only way he's going to calm down is if we get Mitchie back," Nate said, pacing and running his hands through his hair.

"Mitchie," I whimpered. "THAT MANIAC WOMAN! I'LL KICK HER SKINNY --"

Everyone stared at me for a long time.

"AND THEN I'LL--"

"OKAY we get it!" Nate said, throwing his hand over my mouth. "We have young students in the area. Good thing they've been on a field trip for a while. But I think they're back now so…"

I glowered.

"OW!"

Nate jumped back, clutching his hand. "You bit me! What the heck…"

"Oh, god," Caitlynn sighed. "Let me see."

Nate winced. "Ah. Geez, Shane."

"Get. Off. Me. Jason," I growled in response. He was holding me back in the chair.



"HOW DARE BROWN," I started.

"Oh, great," Jason sighed. "Another wave. I have an idea. I need a metal pole, a fire, and ice…"

"What is branding him going to do?" Caitlyn demanded.

"Well, it'll give him a different thing to rant about and then we can calm him easier, no Mitchie needed," Jason said, shrugging.

"Mitchie," I moaned.

"JASON! Stop saying her name," Nate hissed.

"Sorry."

YAY! BYE BYE MILDRED!

Poor Shane. Don't worry, he'll feel better.