Okay, I know it's the same chapter as before, but I just also wanted to write it in Mitchie's POV so you guys can know what she's feeling when she told Mikayla. I'm trying to let her say 'like' just as much as Demi does, but I know Demi does it like a lot more. ^^
Title : MT stands for Mitchie Torres because it's her POV.
Jesi Monroe : Thanks, I agree on the Demena, there should be a special community. Well, there is one, but there are still not enough stories in it. :p
KittySquyres : Thank you for writing that letter. :) I'm glad I was in time for biology. I would rather miss biology than english.
ItalyLover : Thank you, you will deffinatly see more of Demi's songs in my story, but I will also use songs that aren't from Demi.
Special thanks to the three people above, they're like my three best reviewers on all my stories! Thank you guys, I love you!
Mitchie's POV
"P…Pregnant?" She stutters. I know this is bad and I know that she'll probobly break up with me, but I really want a chance to explain. She's going to give me a lecture first. I just know it. "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!" I burst out into tears. All my emotions and memories are coming back from the day it happened. If she would just give me a second to open my mouth and say something, but no, here she goes again. ""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..." I really try to tell her, but she keeps cutting me off. How am I supposed to tell her the truth? I don't want to lose her!
"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 wanted to call, but I didn't want to worry her. My head shots up at her next words. "We're done."
Tears are streaming down my face right now as I grab a pillow and pretend it's Mikayla. I hold on for dear life. "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." The tears fall harder. If she would just let me explain!
"No, you don't understand." I whisper. I carefully look at her and I can see she's not going to cut me off this time. "I didn't mean to have sex."
"How can you not mean to have sex and still be pregnant?"
"I didn't want to. He did." My sobs are so loud I can't even understand myself.
"What are you saying?" she asks, but I think she already knows what I'm talking about. She's just making me say out loud so I talk about it. She always says that talking about your problems is the best way to solve them. Maybe she's right.
"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..." I bury my head deeper in the pillow as I start crying even louder. I feel some weight on the bed and I know she sits next to me now. I can feel her hand on my upper arm as she gently takes the pillow away from me. She pulls me up and replaces the pillow with herself. I quickly bury my head in her neck. I feel so safe when she holds me.
"Shh, it's okay. Just cry. Let it all out." Her voice is so warm and it holds so much comfort. I'm so in love with this girl. I close my eyes as she strokes my hear in an attempt to calm me 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" There's no way I will keep her away from her concerts. It's her dream and I would never break that.
"Ofcourse I would've rushed home. You're the most important thing in my life." She pulls back a little bit so she can see my face. I look up at her and smile as she says I'm the most important thing in her life. It's music to my ears. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."
That's when I start crying again and I throw my arms around her waist, holding 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?" Ofcourse I will forgive her. It's only natural that she reacted the way she did. I would've reacted the same way if I didn't know the whole story, so I nod in her neck as she rubs my back.
"What am I going to do now?" It's a whisper, but I think she could hear me.
"First of all, we're gonna lay down." She says as she slowly leans backwards. I was still clutched to her so her leaning back caused me to lean forward. Now I'm laying like half on top of her, but I don't mind and I think she doesn't mind eather. "And now you are going to cry for as long as you need to." She strokes my hair again as I scoot even closer to her. I'm feeling more safe as she puts her arm around me and holds me close.
My sobs have finally calmed down and neither of us spoke for like the last half hour.
"Are you up to talking?" she carefully asks. I respond by sitting up even though I know what kind of questions she's going to ask. I grab her hand and entertwine our fingers. Then, I nod her 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." I bring my free hand up to my face and wipe away the dried tears.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" I didn't expect that question. Where did she get that? Anyways, it's not like I can say no to that one.
"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."
"But, you wore a bikini today." She sounds 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 raise my hand as she opens her mouth to say something. "Please, let me speak first before I burst into tears again." I know I'm going to burst out into tears again, but I just want it all out. "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."
I look down. She'll probobly be disgusted of me. Then I feel her finger under my chin, lifting my head up. She has tears in her eyes. Is she hurt because she's disgusted of me? Or is she hurting because I'm hurting?
"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." Okay, she sounds stern, so I think she's hurting because I'm hurting. I nod and smile a little. She's the only person that can make me feel good about myself. "Can I see them?" My smile disappears as she asks that question, but I trust her so I turn around and lift up my dress.
"I bet you don't want me anymore after what I've told you and after you've seen this. I totaly understand." I whisper. I'm feeling very vulnerable right now. Mikayla is the only person I can be vulnerable with and Mikayla is the only person that will seeme vulnerable. My mom hasn't even seen me this vulnerable.
"Mitchie, ofcourse I still want you." I'm not looking at her face, but I bet she's smiling. "Do you trust me?" I nod. Ofcourse I trust her. Suddenly, I tense as I feel her finger on one of my scars. I didn't expect that, but I relax as I feel how soft she touches me. I smile as I feel her plant a kiss on each scar. Her lips linger a little bit longer on the biggest scar, but I don't mind. "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." I smile as I turn around to look her in the eye. "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." She smiles because I quote her. She always smiles as I quote her. Her smile is just like one of the many things I love about her. I take her hand and place it on my chest so she can feel my heartbeat. My heart only beats for her. "It's all yours." She slowly pulls me towards her and gives me a tender kiss on my mouth. God, she's such a good kisser. We jump apart as someone burtst into our room. I hope she didn't see us kiss.
"Mom!" Mikayla yells.
"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." It's not the most convienent answer, but that's the first thing that came to mind.
"Yeah, you really should fix your make up because you look like a total mess right now."
"Mom!" Mikayla yells. I don't feel offended, really, she can't hurt me after what she did to Mikayla. "Will you just please go?"
She shrugs and walks out the door. Mikayla quickly runs to the door and locks it. She grabs 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." I smile. I never want our problems to get in the way of our fans. That's something we both agreed on. We read every fanmail, even when we were in like a death condition or something, we would still read it and reply. It's just something we owe to the fans. She sighs and opens the letter. She reads 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?" she asks.
"Tell her the truth. Tell her we're together. She seems sincere about not telling everyone." I suggest. I won't lie about us. I know Mikayla doesn't want anyone to know yet, but I will never deny it. I'll probobly give like somthing to think about.
"Yeah, you're right." she smiles and grabs a pen. she reads it out loud while 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 love it how she knows I was going to say to tell her hi from me. We have like this telepathic contact thing. Sometimes, we just know what the other is going to say or do. She puts it in the envelope and puts it in her purse next to the other letter that has to be send. I nearly jump again as there is another knock on the door.
"Open it!" someone yells, but I already recognize the voice.
"Connie?" Mikayla asks, but I don't think she asked it to me, because she was just like talking to herself or something. From the moment Mikayla opens the door, mom walks in and literally pushes her aside as she walks up to me.
"Mom?" I quickly grab a sheet and cover myself up to prevent her to see the scars.
"You are in deep trouble young lady." Mom says as she points at me. Gosh, put that finger down! I don't like being pointed at! But I've never seen her so furiously. I'm guessing neither has Mikayla because she sits down in front of me to shield me from my mom. I place my hand on either side of her waist. It's not that I don't know if she stays seated or not, it's just because I have to touch her to remind myself that she's here with me. Her mom and her manager are also in the room now. They had followed my mom.
"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!" my mom yells. Jeez, can't she keep her voice down? Or does she want the whole hotel to know? That's when I realise that the door of our room is still open. Uh oh... Suddenly Mikayla slaps my mom in the face and it wasn't a soft slap, I can tell you that. Normally, I would've gasped if she did something like that, but now I felt like she deserved it. Thankfully I have Mikayla to stick up for me. She grabs my hand and my dress and we run to the door. She also grabs her jacket while we're running out. Once we get outside I get tears in my eyes again. There are so many people around our door! Mikayla pulls me close as we run outside the hotel. I don't know where she's taking me, but I bet she's running to nowhere in particular.
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