Ha, New chapter again! I'm in the writing mood tonight so it's possible I have another chapter up today.
Title : MG stands for Mikayla Gomez because it's her POV.
ItalyLover : I always like it when I can imagine something I read in my head. :) I'm glad you were speechless in the end, that was the kind of reaction I hoped to get.
KittySquyres : Everything is better than maths! Just in time to read it while you have english? I told you I was going to update a little chapter for you to read in english, but it turned out longer than I expected.
Tomatoes : Yeah, I know you hate cliffhangers, but I like them too much. ^^
Jesi Monroe : I'm so glad you like it! I was looking for something and Mitchie being pregnant is something I think no one saw that was coming. ^^
Mikayla's POV
"P…Pregnant?" I stutter. My mind is spinning right now. "Mitchie! Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner? First you declair your love for me and now you're telling me this? I can't believe you!" She just bursts out into tears. "When did this happen? Were you ever going to tell me about your first time? Because I sure's hell would like to know what caused you to not tell me. We're best friends, I thought you would tell me everything! Now you keep a secret like this? I can't believe you asked me on a date without telling me something like that."
"Mick..."
"No, save it. Don't make the excuse that you couldn't tell me because I wasn't there. You could've at least called!" I'm losing my mind right now. Who does she think she is? Taking me out on a date then dropping something like this on me? "We're done."
Tears are streaming down her face, but I turn around to leave the room. "Mikayla, please... I didn't mean to..."
"Ofcourse you didn't mean to get pregnant! You're 17 years old Mitchie! 17! Do you know what this does to your life? I can't believe you could've been so stupid to have sex without any precausions." I turn around again to face her and she's laying down on bed, holding on to a pillow for dear life.
"No, you don't understand." She whispers. My heart melts just by the way she whispers it. I can sense something else is up. I have to let her explain. She continues as she notices that I'm not gonna cut her off this time. "I didn't mean to have sex."
Wait, what? That came completely out of the blue. I walk closer to the bed. "How can you not mean to have sex and still be pregnant?"
"I didn't want to. He did." She says between sobs. Her sobs become harder and the white pillow has dark smugs from her make up.
"What are you saying?" I ask, but I think I already know. It just doesn't seem real. I never believed something like that would happen to one of my friends.
"Five weeks ago, he grabbed me... He said he liked me... He... There was this party... He took me upstairs... I didn't... There was no window in the room just one bed... He blocked the door... He was so strong... He... I... He..." She buries her face in the pillow and I can still hear her cry. She's crying hard. Like really hard. I can't blame her. Oh my gosh I've been such a bitch to her a few moments ago! I sit next to her on the bed and rest my hand on her upper arm. I gently take the pillow away from her and pull her up to replace the pillow with myself. She buries her head in my neck.
"Shh, it's okay. Just cry. Let it all out." I whisper warmly. I stroke her hair and try to calm her down. "Why didn't you call me?"
"I didn't want to worry you. You were on tour you still had seven concerts. You would've rushed home if I called you and told you." She explains while trying to hold in her sobs, which isn't exactly working.
"Ofcourse I would've rushed home. You're the most important thing in my life." I pull back just enough so I can see her face. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."
She just starts to cry harder again, throws her arms around my waist and holds on for dear life. "Did you mean what you said before? Are we done?"
"No, Mitchie, no we're not done. At least, if you will forgive me. I'm so sorry for the way I reacted. I overreacted way too much! I should've let you explain first instead of giving you such a speech. Will you forgive me?" I ask as I rub her back. I can feel her nod into my neck.
"What am I going to do now?" she whispers.
"First of all, we're gonna lay down." I say as I slowly lean backwards and lay down on the bed. She held on to me so now she's laying half on top of me. "And now you are going to cry for as long as you need to." I stroke her hair and she scoots as close to me as she can get. I put my other arm around her and hold her close, new tears still making their way to her eyes.
Her sobs finally calm down. It's been a good half hour since one of us talked.
"Are you up to talking?" I carefully ask. She sits up so I guess that means yes. I sit up too and take her hand in mine to support her through the talking. She probobly knows what kind of questions I'm going to ask. She entertwines our fingers and nods me to continue. "Did you call the cops?"
"No, I was too scared. Even my mom doesn't know anything about this. You're like, the only person that knows." She says while wiping away her dried tears with her free hand.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" I ask. I read some stories where the assaulter carried a knife and I swear to God I kill whoever did this to Mitchie if he had a knife.
"He had like this tiny whip. It sounds crazy, I know, but that guy was, no I mean, is crazy. He hit my back a few times. I get chills everytime I turn to look at my back in the mirror." She explainds. A whip? Who is this guy? A country boy?
"But, you wore a bikini today." I say a little confused.
"Yeah, at the beach, where nobody could see me except you and because the scars aren't that visible because of the sun." I open my mouth to say something, but she raises her hand to stop me. "Please, let me speak first before I burst into tears again." I nod and close my mouth. "He offered me a drink once we got to that party. I never realised it, but he put some kind of drug in it to make me sleepy. He took me to one of the bedrooms and told me I needed to rest. I noticed there was no window and when he started to undress... I just couldn't move because of the drug in my drink. He started to undress me and... I felt very much awake when he inserted himself in me. I started to kick and hit him, but that's when he took out his little whip. He turned me around and hit me a few times. I couldn't kick or hit him because it hurt too much. He inserted himself in me again and he... he released in me and I felt so... so... used, so emberrassed and... ugly and... disgusted of myself. I felt all of that. I still do, but then I showered like four times a day. I don't do that anymore." She looks down. I have tears in my eyes. How can a guy hurt a girl like that? I put my index finger under her chin and lift her face up.
"You never have to feel ugly or disgusted of yourself. You are a beautiful girl, Mitchie Torres, you have such an amazing heart. That guy should feel ashamed and terrible for hurting you like that." I say sternly while looking her in the eye. She nods and smiles a little. It feels good to see her smile again. "Can I see them?" Ow, smile's gone. Way to go, Mikayla, but then she turns around and lifts up her dress which leaves her in her bikini. I gasp as I get a good look at her back. There are four scars on it. Three little ones and one pretty big one.
"I bet you don't want me anymore after what I've told you and after you've seen this. I totaly understand." She whispers.
"Mitchie, ofcourse I still want you." I smile even though she can't see me because she's staring right in front of her. "Do you trust me?" I see her nod and slowly bring my index finger to the biggest scar. She tenses when she feels it, but relaxes as she feels the soft touch of my finger tracing the scar. I lean down and give a kiss on each scar. "I was just wondering. Why did you let me sit on top of you? That must've hurt you like crazy after what that guy did to you."
"No, it didn't." She smiles as she turns around to meet my eyes. "You know why? Because it was you. It was you who sat on top of me and I feel safe when I'm with you. You said earlier that I have an amazing heart." I smile as she quotes me. She takes my hand and places it on her chest. I can feel her heartbeat. "It's all yours." I slowly pull her towards me and tenderly kiss her on her mouth. We jump apart as someone bursts into our room.
"Mom!" I angrily yell. Didn't she learn to knock?
"New fanmail." She says as she drops the letter on the floor. Then she spots Mitchie. "What are you doing in your bikini?"
"I was just getting ready to take a shower." Mitchie replies. Quick answer, I couldn't have come up with one as fast as she did.
"Yeah, you really should fix your make up because you look like a total mess right now."
"Mom!" I yell, offended in Mitchie's place. "Will you just please go?"
She shrugs and walks out the door. I quickly run to the door and lock it. I grab the letter off the ground before heading back to the bed. We both sit down again.
"Open it, it's okay. I said everything I wanted to say." She smiles. I sigh and open the letter.
I read it out loud again.
"Dear Mikayla and Mitchie,
OMG, I love you guys so much. I'm such a big fan of the both of you. I love
how you guys are able to stay best friends, even with your career and the
media and stuff. Anyways, I just would like to say that I dont believe
anything the tabloids say about you. I'm in the older range of your fans, so I
guess thats why I know better, but I would just like to say you have my
sympathies on issue of the paparazzi. Also, I have a question, and you don't
have to answer, just PLEASE dont be offended. But Mikayla, are you and Mitchie
together? You don't have to answer if you dont want, its just that it seems
that way. I promise I wouldn't tell anyone. Sorry this is a long letter, but I
think you guys are really awesome!
Love, Kitty
Oh my gosh, what do we do?" I ask after I read the letter.
"Tell her the truth. Tell her we're together. She seems sincere about not telling everyone." Mitchie suggests.
"Yeah, you're right." I smile and grab a pen. I read it out loud while I'm writing. "Dear Kitty
I'm very thankful that you don't believe all the tabloids. I believe you when you say you won't tell anyone. Yes, I'm dating Mitchie. She's my girlfriend as of today actually. I'm deffinatly not offended. I just have two questions for you. First, Would you please keep this quiet? You're literally the first to know because our parents don't even know. Second, my mom called a magazine and said that I'm dating Nick Jonas. Don't ask me why, It'll give you a headache. Could you tell all your friends that it's not true? Just don't explain why, tell them it's your intuïtion or something. Thanks again for the letter.
Signed,
Mikayla
P.S. Mitchie says hi. :)"
I put it in an envelope and put it in my purse next to the other letter that has to be send. Suddenly there's a knock on the door.
"Open it!" someone yells.
"Connie?" I ask to no one in specific. I walk to the door and open it. Mrs. Torres literally pushed me aside as she gets inside and walks up to Mitchie. I rub the back of my head because I hit the wall as she pushed me.
"Mom?" Mitchie asked as she covered herself with a sheet so that her mom couldn't see the scars.
"You are in deep trouble young lady." Mrs. Torres says furiously as she points to Mitchie. I walk up to Mitchie and sit in front of her to shield her from her mom. Mitchie places her hands on either side of my waist to make sure I won't stand up and leave her. She scoots closer to me. We're both very scared because we've never seen her mom so furious. My mom had followed Mrs. Torres into the room and my manager followed not too soon after them.
"I know you're pregnant, and you better pray you have a miscarage, because you are keeping that baby! It's your own damn fault! You're gonna live the consequences. You will take care of that baby and you will see for yourself how you ruined the rest of your life!"
Did I hear this well? Did she just say that in front of my mom and manager? The door of our room is still open... Oh, I hope no one else heard this. I slap Mrs. Torres across the face. Hard. I probobly shouldn't have done that, but she had it coming! No one talks to my Mitchie like that! It was her mother who said all those things for crying out loud! I grab Mitchie's hand and her dress as I run to the door. I grab a jacket while running out. I see some people standing around our door. I look at Mitchie and she's in tears again. I don't blame her. Man, this is bad! I pull her closer to me as we run to nowhere in particular.
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