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Mitchie walked back to her dad's office, ignoring him crying out her name. She wanted out, out of that street.
You're paranoid.
Shut. Up.
Mitchie's phone rang. She looked at the name and sighed when she read her moms name across the screen. Mitchie's high was slowly flattening and she itched for another bump.
"Hello?" She said normally.
"Hello darling, how are you doing today?"
"Fine." She said sharply.
"Are you sure you're okay? I talked to dad and he said you'd been spending a lot of time in your room. Do we need to make an emergency-"
"Mom, I said I'm fine. I don't need to see a shrink." Mitchie snapped, "I've just been feeling back to my normal self. I'm still adjusting to it." Her tone softened.
Her heart started to pick up when she saw the truck drive by, the same one that held the boy who left her alone.
"Mom I have to go." Mitchie cut her mom off, "okay, love you."
Without responding she hung up. Mitchie quickly made her way into the bathroom and snorted a few fat lines. Doing half of her stash.
Great. Now I need to buy more.
You don't though. Toughen up.
Mitchie knew she had a short amount of time before her dad went looking for her. Probably upset that for the way she handled that phone conversation with her mom. She didn't know where the sudden courage to do something about the giant came from but her mind was trying to keep up with her feet.
The drugs are taking over my sensible state of mind.
Sure. Blame the drugs. Isn't the popular saying "a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts?"
I'm not drunk.
Well you're definitely not sober.
Next thing she knows she's surrounded by the smell of fresh coffee, the soft melody of Bon Iver is flowing around, the almost empty coffee shop looked inviting. At one point she would have sat down. But not right now. Not today nor tomorrow. Not this Mitchie.
You're the same Mitchie.
Ya okay, the bag of cocaine would like to say differently.
Mind your business.
Again, genius, we share the same business.
Mitchie was internally fighting with herself when the loud conversation in the back brought her to life. She saw the curly haired boy first. The one that caught her.His back was facing her. Then stepped right into her view was the giant. And he didn't even move an inch when their eyes interlocked.
"I'm telling you what i saw! She met up with Devin. You know what that guy is around here. I didn't see what she bought but i'm one hundred percent sure she-" his voice trailed off when he looked over his shoulder and saw Mitchie.
She was too busy trying not to have her heart explode with how fast it was working. Aside from the drugs, Shane had this power over her. Where her heart would instantly start to pump quickly, her mouth became dry, her fingers started to tingle and she was becoming light headed.
Shane saw the color of her already pale face leave. Beads of sweat had formed across her forehead.
Mitchie looked around, the whole room started to blur and the next thing she knew, she felt her body start to limp over. She was having an outer body experience, yelling at her lifeless body to wake up.
'Stop this right now! Wake up! You're making an ass of yourself! Get the fuck up!' Mitchie yelled at herself.
Shane was yelling at Nate to call 911. This isn't happening.
Mitchie was in and out.
Sirens.
Cold hospital breeze.
Disinfectant.
Her heart monitor.
The sting of the IV.
Whispers.
The smell of her mom's perfume.
Police men.
Shane.
When Mitchie finally woke up she smiled to herself. Her head throbbing. Her stomach felt like it was punched over and over again. Then she suddenly wanted to throw up.
A nurse noticed her waking up and started to stir, a panicked look when she put the bucket under Mitchie's chin in time. The clear liquid from the IV was not sitting well with her.
She groaned as she saw the nurse push her call button when Mitchie was done throwing up acid.
"The doctor and your parents will be right in." The nurse gave her a small smile.
Mitchie tried to reach up to move the hair that stuck to her forehead out of the way when she realized she was handcuffed to the bed.
"Mitchie!" Connie and Steve rushed over to their daughter's side.
"You scared us." Steve said, choking back tears.
Mitchie gave her mom a confusing look, "what are you doing here?"
"I took a red eye as soon as your father called. Michelle, what the hell were you thinking?" Connie scolded her daughter. She was crying but frowning.
"What do you mean? Why am I handcuffed? Daddy what happened?"
"Don't you 'daddy' me Michelle. This was the last straw. Collapsing in a coffee shop?! You borderline overdosed! Over what? Cheap cocaine? Michelle. I thought this had stopped! I thought you learned from last time!"
"I didn't intentionally overdosed!"
"Where the hell did you find the drugs? Was it that boy Shane?"
"What?" Mitchie squeaked.
"Did he introduce you to bad people? Did he get drugs for you? You can tell us, sweetheart. We just want to find the one responsible-"
"For what?! So you guys can narc on him? Then he'll go to jail and you'll ruin his life? Along with mine!"
"Oh cut the dramatics. I've had enough!" Steve yelled.
Connie flinched at her husband's tone. He was never a yeller. They agreed from very early on that whenever they would have kids they would go about it being their friend, they didn't want to be the bad cops. No yelling but rules are effective to set boundaries. But after Mitchie was born they had trouble with infertility. They looked at Mitchie being their miracle. They treated her like she was made of porcelain. That was their fault.
"Steve, calm down please."
"Mitchie please tell us where you got the drugs. If it was Shane we will go talk to his parents before we go to the police."
"No! That's not what i want. I'm not going to tell you. And it wasn't Shane."
"Tell us right now or we will go through your phone records and get his information right now. Your choice."
"Please don't. I'll do whatever you guys want me to. Just not that. Please. I'm already the reason someone's life changed. Don't make me go through it again." Mitchie cried.
Tears actually spilled from her eyes.
Chase Mathews. Her first boyfriend. He was gentle, kind, rich and a total gentleman. She fell in love with him after a day of hanging out with him. She teased him and he dished it back twice as funny. He got her and she him. They were inseparable. Almost perfect.
Except for his bad habit.
Chase loved to deal. He didn't need to. His parents were loaded and gave him everything he ever wanted. Everything but what he craved from them. Their time and love. They were always too busy at work. Sending their little brother to boarding school so they didn't have to take care of him. Chase had a similar upbringing. Since he was a toddler he was put in private daycares. And had lived in nannies all his life. He knew four different languages fluently.
He just wasn't old enough to take care of a six year old.
So he did something to avoid being in an empty home. He was always out driving to different locations to do "drop offs" and "pick ups". He took Mitchie to a few drop offs. Claiming that pick ups were far too advanced for her.
Mitchie teased him that he was going to get caught. But he always looked sure of himself. And the capability of getting out of it. He's talked himself out of bad situations before he would say.
He showed her all the different kinds of drugs her friends were into and what his friends always requested. They experimented together. He was there to help her off a bad trip. He was always there.
Then that night happened. A party. Too many people. Far too many people than they expected there to be. The other prep school heard about it and decided to crash it. Mitchie felt safe with chase next to her.
That is till they got separated. Mitchie found a bathroom to pee in. Then a group of girls from the other school came in laughing. Holding baggies they welcomed themselves in. Mitchie was two drinks in and was feeling lightheaded.
"Hey cute shoes!" The tan skinned one said loudly. Too loud.
"Those are fucking cute!" The pale skinned girl gushed.
"You want?" The third and final girl said. She has green eyes. That's all Mitchie noticed before she nodded and grabbed the rolled hundred bill.
They were in there for an hour. Chase couldn't find his girlfriend anywhere. He was starting to get worried. He knew she could be anywhere.
Mitchie knew something was wrong. Chase was always there to stop her. Not knowing her own limits, but she's been there for a long, long time. And he hasn't found her yet.
"Don't you guys think it's been a bit much?" Mitchie slurred.
"Nah. You could never do enough molly." The tan one spoke.
Mitchie giggled and took her turn. She had down molly once. But hers was in a pill. Not lines.
She didn't realize the difference and her body started to feel funny.
"You guys I don't feel good."
"Oh shit. She doesn't look good." The pale one said.
The tanned one gathered their things and drugs and began to panic.
Green eyes took Mitchie to the tub and laid next to her as Mitchie's heart started to slow down. Despite it beating out of her chest. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head.
The last thing she remembers from that night is green eyes crying. Mouthing 'I'm sorry.'
Next thing Mitchie knows she woke up a week later. She had overdosed. Someone found her in the bathroom after an hour. Chase ran into the bathroom and carried her limp body out of the party screaming and trying to wake her up. He dropped her off the hospital and waited for her parents.
When they arrived they immediately called the police. The police asked Chase questions, he was complying with them. When they asked to search Chase's car he hesitated. He knew he was screwed, they found his party bag full of MDMA. The same substance Mitchie had overdosed with.
Mitchie's parents pressed charges. And Chase was sent to a correctional detention center in Alaska. Mitchie never got a say in it. Never got the chance to apologize. She was so livid with her parents.
When she got home she shut them out. She checked her laptop and saw no new emails from the one boy she desperately wanted to hear from. Till she scrolled down and found one old one, the day after the party.
My dearest Chelle.
I hate not being able to hold you and kiss you goodbye. I want you to know I am so sorry for letting you out of my sight. You mean the world to me. You are absolutely perfect. Whoever earns your heart will be one lucky mother fucker. This will be the last email I'll be sending you. I love you.
I don't blame your parents for doing what they did. So don't blame them. Be nice to them. And to yourself. This was not your fault.
I finally got my wish. My parents paid attention to me. They're moving their firm to Alaska. And I'm getting a small room in the detention center for 'troubled boys'. But they promise they'll visit every weekend. My little brother will be coming home with them. That's all I wanted. To have my parents back in our lives. I know he'll be thrilled to have his parents back.
I love you forever and for always.
Please don't be afraid of letting someone new in.
Fight your demons.
Don't let them win the war.
All my love,
Chase.
Mitchie laid in bed for a month. Mute and numb. Gossip at school was hot for a week till someone leaked photos of a few girls coming out of the abortion clinic. Then she was old news. But that didn't stop her. Her demons took over.
Part of their drastic move was to move away from that scene. And that horrible memory.
But here she lays. In a hospital bed, yet again. But this time felt different.
She looked over at the door and there he stood. In a grey hooded sweater. His dark washed jeans right around his thighs.
Shane felt someone staring at him. He looked away from the cops and met her dark eyes.
Shane refocused on the police officer asking him the same questions. He told them again and again. He didn't see anything. She came into the coffee shop and collapsed.
After explaining to three different cops the same story he knocked at the open door, "excuse me. I'm here to check on Mitchie before I head home."
"Mom, dad, can we have a second alone?" Mitchie asked.
Her dad looked like he could kill Shane. Her mother cried but nodded her head. They each gave her a kiss on the head and mentioned they'd be right outside the door.
"What did you do?" Shane asked.
Mitchie frowned, "why do you even care? You didn't care two months ago."
"Mitchie."
"Save it. Whatever you think you saw or your brother saw, keep it to yourself. I will not be the reason Devin gets arrested." Mitchie whispered the last part.
"Like I told the cops I didn't see a thing. I was already at the coffee shop when you came in and collapsed. I just caught you in time." Shane snipped.
Mitchie flinched as the cuffs cut at her raw skin from trying to wiggle free.
"They really have you in here looking like a fugitive."
"Well enjoy the show while you can. I'm probably moving to a new city."
Shane's pulse quickened, "what are you talking about?"
"This isn't my first rodeo. Why do you think my parents wanted to relocate somewhere so small. Nothing happens beside a chick from Hollywood moving here?"
Shane just stared at her. Unable to form the right words.
"You can leave now. Just please keep Devin's name out of his mouth. I won't go through court to put someone innocent away."
"Devin is the furthest thing from innocent." Shane scoffed.
"You know nothing about him!" Mitchie hissed loudly.
"And you do?!" Shane barked back.
"More than you!"
Shane laughed wickedly, "I'm glad the bitch side of you is still in there."
Mitchie rolled her eyes at his lame sarcastic joke, "if you had any intent to hurt me, you did a shit job. Why don't you just leave like last time. That did the trick."
Shane groaned as he opened his mouth to defend himself. But then stopped.
Mitchie's cheeks were wet. Her bottom lip quivered. Shane sat next to her bed and lifted her chin up with his finger.
"What are you-"
Shane cut her off by connecting their lips together. Mitchie's handcuffs jingled as she wanted to move them to his hair. Shane cupped her face as he deepened the kiss.
It's been so long for both of them.