Hi! I'm Back! First of all, I want to say I'm sorry that I took so long to update. I explained in the Author's Note, but it's still not an excuse. It's been too long. And it will never happen again, for any of my stories. Anyway, this is the last chapter. I really hope you like it, and thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, alerted, and everything. It means the world to me, and has convinced me to write more fanfictions. The experience with this story has inspired me. So, without further wait, enjoy :)
"I'll pick you up at 3, ok sweetie?" CeCe Jones watched as her mom spoke to her, but wasn't really listening. She had much more important issues at hand.
CeCe nodded, and watched as her mom drove off to work, to fight the evil in the world. Little did she know the evil was torturing her own daughter.
Sighing, CeCe turned, and heading towards the Shake it Up! Chicago building.
Once inside, she was met with the familiar hustle and bustle that had become her Saturday ritual.
Dancers, running left and right, some looking for their costumes, others perfecting their dance moves.
Production workers making sure everything would go off without a hitch.
Gary Wilde, drinking coffee while reviewing his lines for that episode.
"CeCe!" The redhead jumped, but quickly recomposed herself, realizing it was just Rocky.
"Hey, Rocky! Ready for today's show?" CeCe hoped her happiness didn't sound too fake.
"As always! I'm just worried about my solo. I mean, what if I mess it up? It'd be in front of thousands of people, and I've never messed up before, but that's because I've never had a solo to myself before, and I just-"
"Rocky!" CeCe stopped her best friend before she could freak out anymore. She knew it was possible. "Calm down, and take a deep breath."
The brunette did as she was told, and was quickly back to herself.
"Thanks, I kinda needed that." Rocky grinned, and CeCe couldn't help but grin back, her first real smile in a long time.
"Hey, Rocky, you haven't seen Gunther around, have you?" CeCe waited, and sure enough, a look of confusion appeared on her friend's face.
"Gunther? No, I don't think he's here yet. But, why do you care? Don't you hate him?" CeCe shook her head. "Just forget I asked."
"Hey, but you know who I do see?" CeCe watched Rocky smile, and her smile immediately faded. She couldn't face him, not without Gunther.
Before she could process what to do, CeCe heard the voice that haunted her dreams.
"How's my favorite girlfriend?" Frankie leaned down, and kissed CeCe, his lips pushing down on hers a little more forcefully than she would have liked.
CeCe grinned tightly. "Perfectly fine."
Frankie let his arm drape over CeCe's shoulder, and addressed Rocky. "So, what were you girls talking about before I got here?" He smiled, and CeCe started to panic.
"Oh, CeCe was just asking if I had seen Gunther."
Frankie gazed down at CeCe, and the short girl knew she had it coming.
"Rocky, you don't mind if I borrow CeCe for a little bit do you? I have a surprise for her waiting outside." Frankie smiled again, and it made CeCe's stomach flip, and not in a good way.
"Yea, of course. I should probably run through my solo a few times again. Need to make sure it's perfect." With that, Rocky Blue bounced off, not knowing the fate she was leaving her best friend to.
As soon as Rocky had turned a corner, Frankie grabbed CeCe's bruised arm, and forced her outside, CeCe wincing the whole way.
"What the hell did she mean, you were asking where that freak is? Why are you even talking about any other guys?" Frankie was yelling, loud enough to scare CeCe, but not enough to attract attention.
CeCe backed up a few feet, but her back hit the wall of the building. She was trapped.
"I… was just asking because he's helping me with my dance steps. I wanted to run through it with him before we went live." CeCe knew she was a horrible liar, but hoped he would think she was telling the truth. He didn't.
"Do I look like an idiot?" Yes. "Are you going to tell me the right answer?" No. Frankie took a step closer. "Or am I just going to have to force it out of you?"
CeCe closed her eyes, and starting taking short, shallow breaths, that fell into rhythm with his footsteps coming closer.
No one should be allowed to hurt you.
This one sentence that Gunther had told her yesterday ran through CeCe's mind, repeatedly. She knew he was right, and decided to stop it once and for all. She was taking a dive into the deep end, and didn't know if she would come out alive.
"I'm breaking up with you."
The footsteps stopped. Silence surrounded the teenagers, but CeCe swore her heart was beating loud enough to be heard for miles.
After a minute of nothing happening, CeCe cautiously opened her eyes.
Pain suddenly swept across her whole face, enveloping her with its dark presence. Her body slammed into the ground, the force knocking the air from her lungs.
Not knowing what else to do, or what else to expect, CeCe looked up, and witnessed pure evil flash across Frankie's eyes. The boy she had thought she liked, the boy she thought like her, had slapped her across the face with such a force it had pushed her into the ground.
CeCe watched his eyes avert to the ground beneath her, and her eyes mimicked the action. Drops of deep scarlet had started to fall from her face, painting the cement beneath her.
CeCe's brown orbs made her way back up to Frankie, and watched as a look of terror ran across his face, a look she had grown used to seeing on her own.
She watched as he turned and ran, the sound of footsteps started to grow louder on her other side.
Trying to stand up, CeCe felt a hand grab her arm gently, helping her stand up.
She looked up to see Gunther Hessennefer, a mixture of anger and alarm clearly present on his face.
"CeCe, I am so sorry I did not arrive here sooner." She watched as he ran his hand across her injured face, knowing it bruise deeply, and knowing this was something she could not hide.
"It's not your fault, Gunther. At least you scared him off, before he could do something worse." CeCe watched as he closed his eyes, knowing he was probably imagining all the things he could have done to her.
When he opened them again, Gunther found CeCe's deep brown eyes gazing straight into his blue ones. At that moment, he knew he never wanted to let her go, but also knew she would jump out of his arms the second he spoke.
"CeCe, you have to tell your mom what has happened." As he predicted, CeCe jumped back, a look of shock on her face.
"Are you crazy? I can't tell anyone, especially my mom. I'll just say I tripped or something…" She trailed off, knowing no excuse would work for the damage done to her.
"CeCe, is your mom not an officer of the police?" She nodded, hesitantly. "Well, then we must tell her. That complicated man must pay for what he did to you, and your mother is the one to punish him.
CeCe knew he was right. If anyone could help her, it was her mom.
"But what about everyone else? Once they hear about what happened to me, I'll be laughed at, and no one will look at me the same way again-" CeCe broke off, tears threatening to fall.
"CeCe, you must not worry about what other people say about you. I will never hurt you CeCe, or laugh at you, or anything. I will always care about you. Besides, what is that American saying? Sticks and Stones may break your bones, but I will never hurt you?"
CeCe laughed, a real, genuine laugh. She missed hearing it. "Close enough."
CeCe leaned in, and let her lips gently graze Gunther's, a silent whisper.
As she pulled back, CeCe realized that she didn't care what happened next. As long as she had someone that cared about her, she was already in a much better place. CeCe Jones could face the world, and it was all because of Gunther Hessennefer.
Ta da! Finished! I hope the ending wasn't too sappy for ya :) Thanks again to anyone and everyone who's read this. You all really do mean a lot to me. Thanks again. Bye (: