A/N: Back again with a new chapter! Sorry it took me so long, but it's been a long, hard week and I haven't found the time to update. In better news though, Demi Lovato replied to me on her official twitter! So that was amazing :):):D Maybe I'll even add a little happiness into the next chapter because of Demi...:D We shall see. Anyway, there's some news about Shane for you all... and a new side of Mitchie's Dad...:D Please review & let me know what you guys think (please), I'm working really hard to update this story for you guys, and I'd love to see at least a few reviews that show my hard work is appreciated. Seriously, I've been staying up until 11/12 at night just to finish these chapters :) So... yeah, that's all :) REVIEW ;) Oh & don't forget to enjoy as well :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock... I think we all know that though.

You can't take away my strength
Fix these broken veins
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)
You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)

"Well, Mr. Gray, the bad news is that your leg is broken," The nurse told me as she stared down at her clipboard, obviously reading notes from it. I tensed- wondering what this would mean for our tour briefly, but the nurse was now talking again. "The good news is that they can get you in so you can get that leg cast up in about a half an hour, and after that, and after you sign a few papers, you're free to go. Thankfully, the break wasn't very severe, so you won't have to worry for long- we'll just send you home with a pair of crutches, and you should be fine, using that leg in no time." Her tone turned cheery, and for a moment it almost looked like she was tempted to do that grandmother thing where they pinched your cheek because 'he's just so darn cute', and I pulled farther away from her, just to be safe. He wasn't going to take any chances in that department.

"But, other than that, every thing's fine. I'll leave you three boys alone until the doctor comes to get you." With a last smile, she left the room, shutting the door firmly behind her, and I couldn't help collapsing back onto the bed with a groan. My leg was still hurting like crazy, although they had finally given me something for all the pain, but I was still happy to just be alone with Nate and Jason- this entire night, ever since I'd come down on my leg in the middle of the show, I hadn't had a moment to just relax, think rationally, and be alone. Once they'd managed to wheel me off-stage, I'd been surrounded by nurses and doctors and others (I wasn't sure who they were, or why they were there), with lots of noise bustling around me, and giving me a rather bad headache.

"See, you'll be fine, Shane." Nate smiled, although I could see the worried look he held behind his smile, and I sighed. I knew what he was thinking, despite what he'd always thought, he wasn't that great of an actor.

"I know you're worried about the tour, Nate." I replied bluntly, and I saw Nate's shoulders drop, an indication that I was right. I wanted to roll my eyes- here I was in the hospital, and Mitchie was who knows where, and all Nate could think about was the stupid tour. In a strange way, though, I could understand his reasoning, and so I didn't push him on the matter. "I don't know what's gonna happen- you think they would cancel it just because of this?" I gestured to my leg, wondering aloud if they actually, really would. It certainly was a possibility.

"What else could they do, Shane?" Nate snapped, although I knew his anger wasn't directed towards me, but it still was like a blow. His tone implied that he was mad at me, because this was all my fault. I knew that wasn't what he meant, but I still felt compelled to defend myself.

"I can't help what happened, you know." I retorted, somewhat angrily, and Nate turned, looking ready to attack for a moment before he managed to compose himself. His expression softened, and he sighed, running his hands through his curly hair, looking slightly lost.

"I'm sorry, Shane, I don't mean to sound like I'm blaming you- I'm not." He paused, releasing another breath, and shrugged his shoulders. "I just don't know what to do at the moment."

I saw the stress radiating from him, and I sighed, feeling a little bad for snapping at him for no reason. I opened my mouth to apologize, but Nate held up his hand, shaking his head at me.

"It's okay. Let's just get our minds off of everything and watch some TV, if you want." I nodded, and Nate clicked the TV on. I wasn't exactly in the mood to watch any TV right now, but I knew Nate needed a distraction, and if he wanted to turn on the TV, then I wasn't going to stop him.

The TV screen popped up, showing a news reporter, and in a small screen next to her, a horrifying scene. I froze, my hands gripping the edges of the bed until my knuckles turned white, and I sat up straighter, trying to tell myself I was just being paranoid.

No, it wasn't what I thought. No, that wasn't Mitchie's Aunt's car that I saw. I wanted to close my eyes, to turn off the TV, to deny that it was their car (it couldn't be... could it? I doubted there was many of those cars like hers... it was definitely... unique.)

Nate frowned at me, probably wondering why I looked so panic-stricken, and I shook my head at him, grabbing the remote from his hands and turning the volume louder.

"Two days ago, a horrible car crash occurred in Wycoff, New Jersey. Paramedics and other officials on the scene revealed that it was one of the worse car crashes they've dealt with, and onlookers were horrified by the gruesome site..." The camera zoomed in to show pictures of the car crash, and I felt my heart stop. It felt as though a knife had been plunged through my heart, and killed me right then and there. "There were two passengers in the car, both were still alive but in critical condition, they have been admitted to the local hospital. Officials have refused to release any word on their condition as of now..."

"No!" A cry I didn't know was my own tore through the room, cutting off the reporter's calm, collected voice, filled with pain and grief. I slammed my fist down against the bed, blinded by my sorrow and horror, and Nate and Jason turned to stare at me in shock.

"Shane! What's wrong?" Nate asked, looking shocked and horrified by my sudden outburst, as he rushed to my side.

"Mitchie!" I groaned, curling my palms into fists and leaning forwards, feeling as if I had just had my heart torn out of my chest. "That's Mitchie's Aunt's car!" I exclaimed, and Nate's expression turned to one of horror, and he turned back towards the TV, a whole new look on his face as he surveyed the car.

"Are you sure? There could be other cars.." I shook my head, cutting him off.

"It's definitely Mitchie's. Look, you can even see the bumper sticker..." I closed my eyes as they zoomed in towards the destroyed car, my face buried in my hands as I attempted to stop crying. I couldn't help myself as tears poured down my cheeks. I might never see Mitchie alive again- I didn't even know if she was alive.

The room filled with a horrible, tragic silence.

Seth still held onto me, even though I'd stopped crying some time ago. It was as if we didn't want to let each other go- as if we were afraid to loose each other if we did, although I don't know where that feeling came from. In some unspoken way, though, we understood, and I didn't want to let go of Seth yet, either. It was as if we were long lost twins or something (the thought made me want to laugh), but seriously, it felt as though we already knew each other, even though I'd never seen him before in my life.

I sighed, still feeling Seth's breath on my cheek, and I knew I should pull away even though I didn't want to. I was about to speak- there were so many unanswered questions that I wanted to ask him- when loud, heavy footsteps could be heard from down the hall.

I felt Seth stiffen, and I could feel as he raised his head off my shoulder, his whole body tense. I didn't have the time to wonder why he was suddenly so nervous when the footsteps stopped at what I guessed was our door.

Seth ripped himself away from me, not even attempting to be gentle about it, and I had to catch myself, wincing as my injured shoulder screamed back at me from the sudden movements. Breathing heavily, I managed to right myself, and frowned as I saw my dad standing in the doorway, a look I never could've even imagined on his face.

"How dare you!" He screamed, his tone harsh and almost... scary, something I'd never heard from him before. He'd always been kind and gentle and, sure, he's gotten angry once or twice before, but never like this. I shrunk back, pushing myself into the pillows, and I saw Seth glance nervously in my direction, as if he knew I was scared and wanted to protect me, but was afraid of what my dad would do if he did... I furrowed my eyebrows. I couldn't be reading Seth right, because my dad wouldn't hurt a fly...

The look on my dad's face, however, said he was ready to tear into the boy sitting in front of him, and I shouted when he lunged forwards, attempting to grab hold of Seth. Seth, however, was quicker. In a movement, he was standing away from the chair where my dad had just fallen, positioning himself between me and my dad, and I briefly wondered if he'd done that on purpose.

Dad looked furious. He stood, gave Seth the most evil, scariest look I've ever seen him give, and advanced towards us. Seth didn't move, instead stepping closer to me, looking ready to attack. My dad's hand shot forwards when he reached the two of us, going past Seth, and towards me. With a shriek, I jumped away, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what had just happened. My dad had just tried to hit me.

However, I saw that his hand had kept going, and I felt a sense of relief as I realized he hadn't been aiming for me at all, but the large, round button (the one that would call the nearest nurse into my room) beside my bed. His hand slammed down on it, and I flinched, wanting to reach out and stop him, but too afraid to move. Seth was still beside me, glaring defiantly at Dad, and I wondered how in the world they knew each other, and why my dad was so angry at him being here.

"Leave my daughter alone." Dad thundered, stepping forwards threateningly. Seth's face hardened, but I couldn't decipher his expression before a nurse rushed in, her hands flying to her mouth as she stopped in shock, probably wondering what in the world was going on with my dad's angry expression, my scared one, and Seth's... well, I wasn't sure what he was thinking at the moment. His expressions were slightly harder to read, escpecially right now.

"Get security!" My dad growled at the poor, shocked nurse. He stepped closer to me, his hand taking my own, and I could see Seth tense visibly, his whole body trembling. Whether it was from fear or anger, I didn't know. "This boy-" Dad thrust his hand towards Seth, "Poses a serious threat to my daughter and I want him removed immediately!" He yelled, and Seth stepped back, for the first time seemingly realizing he would be thrown out, and there was nothing he could go about it.

"No!" I objected immediately, unsure of why my father was acting in such an strange way, but knowing that Seth was not 'posing a serious threat' to me, or anyone else, for that matter. Sure, I'd only known him a couple of minutes, but I just knew that he wouldn't hurt me, and that he would go out of his way to protect me. Sure, it sounds silly, but I was confident that with Seth here, I was safe.

I felt my dad's grip on my hand tighten, and I whimpered, tugging at his hand slightly to try to get him to release the pressure. He did no such thing- in fact I could swear he actually tightened his grip instead of loosening it, like he should have. Seth's eyes narrowed as he noticed my discomfort, that strange, foreign look in his eyes that I still couldn't decipher, and he stepped forwards, his palms curled into fists. My dad either didn't notice, or ignored him.

The nurse had finally stopped just standing there, looking horribly shocked and confused, and had pulled something out of her pocket.

"Security!" She shouted into the microphone, much louder than she needed to, and I winced again. Seth looked panicked, and my father's triumphant glare said nothing.

In moments, my room, which only moments ago had been a peaceful sanctuary, at least with Seth nearby, was filled with dozens of police, doctors, and other uniformed officials I didn't recognize, and once my father pointed at Seth, they surrounded the boy. He stepped back, his hands held above him, and I gave a shout as they tackled him to the ground. I continued to yell as they pulled him up roughly- he hadn't even resisted them, and they'd treated him like a criminal.

"Don't believe him, Mitchie." Seth shouted, above the noise and my father's voice, which grew louder to try to cover over Seth's. "Don't believe." He began to struggle as they dragged him out of the room. The once-controlled boy I'd known was gone, and he was kicking and screaming every chance he got, a look of pure panic written on his face, as though he was afraid of leaving me alone with Dad.

"He's a liar!" Seth yelled once more, before the security guards managed to pull him out of the corridor. I felt my dad's hand tightened even more around my own, and this time I let out a squeak of protest, and finally he turned to look at me.

"Daddy, you're hurting me." I admitted, and immediately he released my hand, an apologetic, once-again-gentle look replacing his previous one. Somehow though, now that I've seen the other side of him, it makes me uncomfortable to be sitting here with him, and no one else be around.

"Daddy? Why were you so angry with Seth?" I was cautious, but I had to know. I saw my dad stiffen again, and I inwardly flinched, wondering if I'd just sent him back into an uncontrollable rage, but thankfully, he sighed, and didn't jump up from the chair with rage in his eyes.

"It's been a long day, Mitchie dear, why don't you just rest for now, and we'll talk in the morning?" He suggested, but I shook my head, even though I was slightly tired. I wanted to know why he thought Seth was 'dangerous', and I wanted to find out which one of them was right. Seth had accused my dad of lying... (or had it been something more?), and my dad had claimed that he 'posed a threat' to me. I needed to know (somewhat ironically), which one of them was the liar.

"Come on, Dad, tell me. I need to know. Seth wouldn't hurt me." I objected, and once again, there was a tense, silent moment as my Dad's expression hardened.

"No, I don't believe he would." He muttered, and I had to strain just to hear him. "However, there are certain... issues that he just can't help. Flaws in his character, so to speak. I just need you to trust me and stay away from him, do you hear me? Mitchie?" I nodded, only half-heartedly, though, because I knew I would be seeing Seth again. Don't ask me how, but I just knew that I'd be disobeying Dad and going to hear Seth's side of the story, because I was certain that my dad wasn't telling the full truth.

"Ok, Daddy." I smiled, although it was hardly real at all, and laid my head back against the pillow. "You know, I am rather tired, maybe I'll take your advice." I replied, the smile lingering on my face as I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh.

Oh no, I didn't trust him, not for one moment.

The moment I found a way to, I was going to talk to Seth.