A/N: Hiya!! Fast update alert!!! That is because of you amazing, awesome and completely astounding people who reviewed my story!! Gosh, you are guys are so bloody fantastic. You all have a special place in my heart...in a totally non-stalkerish way of course. And I'm glad to see the death threats came out in full force last chapter, I think Julie is the only person not to have a death threat yet, oh and Jason. But who could ever hate Jason!?! And he's not really in it much so that could be why.

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All Just A Lie:

Chapter Eleven: Mitchie?

"Just delete it." Caitlyn told her sister as she turned back to Nate, who seemed frozen on the spot, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. "Nate.." She whispered, he looked up, a small, forced smile upon his face and his eyes upon his shoes. "Nate, look at me." She told him as she walked forward, clasping his face within her hands and forcing him to look at her. "I'm perfectly fine, please stop worrying." She told him, kissing his nose affectionately, Nate just looked at her.

"I didn't know that…." Nate whispered, choking on his words. "What if he…"

"But he didn't." Caitlyn cut in, her thumb moving lovingly over his cheekbone.

"He might, I don't know what I would do." Nate murmured, his voice so soft and fragile that it broke her heart.

"Well, I can tell you what you're not going to do, you're not going to go in guns blazing, I assume that's what you were planning on doing." Caitlyn said with a raised eyebrow.

"I wasn't just going to sit there and hope he didn't hurt you." Nate told her, a little angry at the suggestion.

"If it ever does happen, that is exactly what I want you to do. There's no point both of us getting hurt, and I'd much rather I went out knowing you were safe." Caitlyn told him, kissing his lips lightly, but he pulled away.

"Don't say that!" He snapped at her, furrowing his eyebrows. "I don't care what you say, I would do anything to save you, even if it meant getting hurt myself, there is nothing you can say that will change that." Nate told her, his fists clenched into balls at his side, Caitlyn dropped her hands from his face.

"This I why I didn't want you to know." She said shaking her head at him before wandering back into the apartment, Julie appearing at her side.

"Cait, are you sure about deleting this, I mean, it sounded pretty real." Julie said hesitantly holding the phone to her.

"What do you mean it sounded real, I'm stood right in front of you." Caitlyn said blankly, raising her arms for emphasis.

"There's a girl in it….she sounded familiar.." Julie whispered, clearly still shell shocked by the entire situation. Nate's eyes narrowed as he looked over Julie, now she mentioned it, the girl did sound familiar, but he just couldn't place her voice.

"Julie, it was probably just someone Alex works with, someone thats helping him get to you." Caitlyn told her.

"No, really Caitlyn, the girl sound scared, really scared." Julie said softly trying to shake some sense into her sister. Nate bit his lip slightly as he tried to place the voice in his mind, he had heard it before, but who was it?

"Julie, you're being silly." Caitlyn brushed her off, rolling her eyes at her sister. "Stop getting so worried." Nate absorbed her words, she was probably right, they were looking too far into this, but he couldn't help but think there was a little more to the situation.

"I think you should listen to it." Nate muttered, his eyes upon Julie, yet adressing Caitlyn. "There's no harm in it."

"Fine, let me listen." Caitlyn sighed defeated, taking the phone from her sister and pressing the receiver up to her ear.

Nate stood at the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, a stony look upon his face, his mind venturing back to their earlier conversation. How could she ask him to do that? Did she not know just how much he loved her? He shook it off, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, he watched as her features were etched with anger and hatred, shaking her head in disgust.

But then she paled, all the colour rushing from her face, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Nate pushed himself from the wall, moving a step closer to the brunette.

"Oh my gosh." She breathed, her forehead creasing as tears formed in hers eyes.

"What's wrong?" Nate asked a little panicked, he didn't understand.

"Oh my gosh." She said again, her chest heaving up and down heavily as the phone slipped from her grip, her hand attaching to her mouth, tears springing down her face.

"Caitlyn, what is it?" Nate urged, her glistening eyes looked at him, her face fixed with distress and fear. She dropped her hand to her side, her body shaking.

"It's…it's Mitchie." She whispered, the tears falling freely now.

"What!" Nate gasped.

"It's Mitchie, he's got Mitchie." She whispered, her voice hoarse.

"No…no…he can't, your wrong." Nate said, trying to reason with her, wanting so desperatly for it not to be true. "Why would he have Mitchie? That doesn't make any sense."

"I know it doesn't." Caitlyn snapped, bringing her hands up and knotting them in her hair. "But it's her….she must have told him she was me! Why would she do that!?" Caitlyn exclaimed maniacally.

"Caity, calm down, you've got this wrong." Nate told her, his voice soothing, but she only glared at him, leaning down to the pick up the phone.

"Listen!" Caitlyn shouted as she held the phone up to him, putting the message on speaker and playing it once more.

He heard the girl scream for him to get off, heard her shriek after the sickening slap.

He wasn't sure how he didn't notice it before, apparently blinded by his fear for Caitlyn, but this time he could hear it, hear her clearly. It was Mitchie.

"What? How?" Nate said to her, his mind unable to comprehend what was happening, let alone form complete sentences. Caitlyn merely shook her head, utterly bewildered, salty drops staining her cheeks.

"I have to go there, tonight." Julie whispered, not addressing anyone in particular.

"No, you don't." Caitlyn snapped.

"But Mitchie..." Julie started, but Caitlyn held a hand up to silence.

"You're not going, and that's final…. I'm going…. Just go to your room." Caitlyn ordered her. Julie opened her mouth to protest but Caitlyn stopped her once more. "Think of your child." She added. Julie looked down at her petite bump, rubbing it gently before stalking angrily into her room, slamming the door sharply.

"What do you mean 'you're going'?" Nate questioned suddenly, his eyes burning into her.

"Not now, Nate." Caitlyn muttered to him, wiping at her face.

"You're not going." Nate said simply.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Caitlyn snapped back at him in the tone that made him shiver, but he refused to back down this time.

"I'm not letting you!" He shouted, his need for her to be safe controlling his tongue.

"So you want Mitchie to die!?" Caitlyn accused sharply, Nate looked offended by this.

"Of course not." He replied, his tone softening at the absurd accusation. "I'll go, you can stay here." Nate said to her.

"How stupid are you?" Caitlyn spat. "You really think I'm just going to sit here while I know you and Mitchie are in danger?" She exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. "If you're going, so am I." She said, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.

"No Caitlyn, it's too dangerous." Nate argued.

"I don't care Nate, this is my fault. If she gets hurt…again." She added as an after thought, wincing at the sound of her being hit. "I can't…I can't let that happen. It's my fault." She whispered, rushing towards Nate and crumbling into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

"It's ok, it's not your fault Caity." Nate tried to reason, but she shook her head.

"It is, we have to help her." She choked out between sobs.

"Ok, ok, we'll go, both of us." Nate told her, holding her tightly, already regretting his decision.

"I need the toilet." Mitchie muttered, glaring at Alex who was lying across the bed, humming dauntingly.

"Hold it." He ordered.

"I can't." She snapped back, instantly. He sat up, glaring hatefully at the brunette in front of him with those remarkable blue eyes.

"Fine." He hissed, followed by a string of curse words, most directed at Mitchie who merely rolled her eyes. It had become quite a past time to press his buttons, she would be punished every once in a while but she couldn't resist, she wanted to go down fighting.

Alex kneeled behind her, untying the tight knots that he had wrapped around her small wrists. "You've got five minutes." He snapped at her as he grabbed her hair and pulled her up, shoving her into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

It took a few moments for Mitchie to gain her balance, her head spinning from the lack of food and the sudden movement. She gripped onto the sink, waiting for the wave of dizziness to pass, a white light passing over her eyes. She finally straightened herself up, quickly going to the toilet. It took her at least thirty seconds, record time she thought as she buttoned her jeans, and then she stopped, surveying the bathroom, spinning on the spot and begging for an exit. But she knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Her eyes quickly locked upon a murky window in the corner, she darted over to it, her hand fumbling over the lock, it was stiff but she managed to rip it open.

Could it really be that simple?

She quickly shifted the window upwards, using her entire strength, and making sure she didn't make a single noise. She hovered out of the window, there was no way down, unless she wanted to jump. She cringed, they were high up, very high, a height that she most likely wouldn't survive.

Was it worth the chance?

She tapped her foot anxiously upon the floor, quickly telling herself to make a decision, fast. She hovered out a little more, looking up and down the street frantically, there was no one?

Not one single person.

She ran a hand over her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that dripped from her matted hair.

She was going to have to jump.

She pulled her head back before lifting her legs out of the gap, shimmying them outside so that she was perched on the window, her hands gripping onto the cill.

She took a shuddering breath, trying to steady her breathing and telling herself to jump. But she couldn't, her mind was plagued with images of her head smashing against the ground, or breaking her ankles as she landed, breaking her leg perhaps, or her spine. She winced, her shaking body edging a little further out of the window.

All she had to do was let go.

And it would be over.

Mitchie's heart stopped as she heard a loud smash, the bathroom door bursting open, revealing a fuming Alex.

"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" He screamed.

JUMP!

She screamed at herself.

And she let go, her hand releasing themselves from their right grip around the window cill.

But before she could so much as fall an inch Alex's hand was around her neck, pulling her back through the window and onto the bathroom floor.

"What the hell!?!" Alex bellowed as he kicked her sharply in the ribs. "You're willing to kill yourself? You stupid cow!" He shouted, kicking her once more.

Mitchie curled around herself in pain, her ribs throbbing with pain and she couldn't help but wished she had jumped a little sooner. Death had to be better than this. She cursed as she felt his hand entwine with her hair, lifting her dreary head with her matted locks. He bent down, his face inches from her, a scowl upon his features, and his bright blue eyes piercing into her.

"You really think you can escape me that easily?" Alex shouted at her, his teeth gritted as she fought to keep her eyes open, pain convulsing through her. "You think you can ruin my plans?" He bellowed, gripping her hair tighter, she sucked in a sharp breath. "Don't worry sweety, you'll be dead soon enough. When your little sister comes to your rescue, I can keep her all to myself and leave you to rot in a hole. How does that sound?" Alex smiled, kissing her roughly on the lips. "Or maybe I could keep you around..." He whispered huskily before pressing his lips against Mitchie's once more. She struggled against him before biting savagly into his lower lip. He pulled away, touching his lip tenderly with his free hand, he glared at the blood the decorated his finger.

"You little bitch." He grunted as he tore her head up further and then pushed her forward with all of his might, smashing her head against the floor. She gasped, as she felt a hot, sticky liquid slip over her head, her eyes dominated by a strange light, coupled with a red fluid. She thought of Shane once more as everything went black, Alex laugh echoing through her mind.

"Nate, do you really think we should be doing this?" Caitlyn panicking voice questioned, her eyes were still red and puffy as more tears threatened to fall. Nate turned to her, still power walking through the corridors, his hand gripping tightly onto hers.

"Yes." He replied simply as he pulled her a little closer to him wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her to him. "Everything will be fine." He soothed, not quite believing his own words.

"Ok." She whispered, nodding slightly, not quite believing his words.

"Come on." He urged her, quickening his pace as they neared the desired door. The pair stood there for a moment, staring at the slab of wood before Nate brought his fist against it and knocked confidently.

They waited in silence, neither daring to speak, neither daring to move, or even look at each other. They just stared at the door waiting for it to be opened.

Finally it was.

"Nate, Caitlyn?" A clearly stunned Shane questioned. "Caitlyn, what's wrong?" He gasped, as he looked at her dishevelled appearance.

"Can we come in?" Nate asked blankly, Shane nodded, opening the door and allowing them to enter his apartment.

"Guys, what's going on?" He asked, fear clenching him as they turned to face him.

"It's Mitchie." Nate replied in a monotone. Shane ran a hand through his hair.

"I can't help you." He sighed. "I told Caitlyn yesterday."

"Well things have changed since yesterday." Nate said, looking down at the floor, Caitlyn covered her mouth with her hand again, suppressing her sobs.

"What is it, what's happened?" Shane questioned, his eyes widening and his entire body stiffening.

What if she was self-harming?

What if she already had taken it too far?

"My…My sister…" Caitlyn started, Nate rubbed her back tenderly urging her to carry on. Shane's breath hitched in his throat, he had never seen Caitlyn so vulnerable, it scared him. "She got pregnant, and the father…he's…he's violent, so I was hiding her in my apartment. He's been searching for us." She whispered between sobs.

"What…what has this got to do with Mitchie?" Shane asked sharply. Caitlyn closed her eyes, wiping away her fallen tears before tossing him a phone and telling him to listen to the voicemail.

He did as he was told.

And wished he hadn't.

His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the man, the father of the child, he presumed, tell Julie, Caitlyn's sister he presumed, that he had Caitlyn. He looked at the pair, silently questioning them, but neither said anything.

His mouth dropped as he heard him attack someone, he heard her gasping and someone fighting against him.

But if Caitlyn was in front of him….

"Get off me. Get off me!"

Shane gasped.

"Mitchie." He whispered as he heard her voice, everything seemed to stop. The broken pieces of his heart piercing with agony as he heard her fragile, begging voice.

But then he felt pain he had never experienced in his life as he heard a slap echo from the phone, Mitchie's scream of pain playing through his mind.

He felt sick, physically ill.

His whole body pulsating with a furious pain.

How could anybody hurt his Mitchie?

Shane silently handed Caitlyn back the phone, not sure of what to say. Nothing seemed real. His mouth dry and his head spinning.

"We thought you should know." Caitlyn whispered before she walked forward and wrapped her arms around him.

It took him a few moments to work out what had just happened, his arms hanging limply at his side. He quickly wrapped them around the shuddering Caitlyn, holding her to him, and kissing the top of her head.

"Have you called the police?" He asked Nate over Caitlyn's head, tears appearing in his own eyes.

"We can't." Nate said to him, his voice shaking. "Alex has people everywhere." Shane nodded, looking up at the ceiling as he bit back his tears. How could this be happening?

"What are we.." Shane started but he couldn't speak, everything was too much, he wanted his Mitchie back, in his arms and safe.

"We're going to try and save her." Nate replied, sighing as he said it, they weren't superheros for gods sake, this stuff only happened in films.

"I'm coming." Shane said immediately. "Cait, stay here." Shane muttered his voice quivering, as he pulled away from Caitlyn, keeping her at arms length.

"What? No, I'm coming." She replied, wiping her tears again. "This is my fault. I'm not just going to sit here." She argued.

"Cait..." Shane started as he shook his head.

"I've already tried." Nate cut in staring at Caitlyn with an intense look that Shane have never witnessed, his eyes flooding with love, fear and an overwhelming need to protect her.

"Ok…" He sighed, taking a shuddering breath.

They were going to get her.

He was going to save his Mitchie even if he died trying.

And that was a large possibility.

A/n: Tadaaaah. What did you think?!

Is that considered a cliff hanger?! Hmm, I think it probably could be lol. So, if you could all make me happy by reviewing, that would be beyond briliant! Ha ha.

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