A/N: Wow, long time no see! I'm so sorry for the long wait, it's been over a month, I know =(

Thanks for reviewing the last chapter, everyone.

You are all awesome, as always!

Here's the next chapter =) Hopefully it makes up for everything ;)

Tess shrank back behind the thin white sheet, watching her father walk slowly towards her.

"Dad?" She whispered nervously.

The second she said it aloud, that word she despised so much, a shudder ran down her spine.

"Hi Tess," Her father said quietly. "How are you feeling?"

Tess folded her arms across her chest and looked up at the man in front of her, suddenly angry.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"What do you mean?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in genuine surprise. "I got a phone call saying you were in hospital, Tess. I came as quickly as I could."

"I don't want you here."

A tense silence hovered over the room.

Tess's father shifted his feet awkwardly on the spot, and Tess made a point of staring firmly at the opposite wall.

"Look Tess," Her father sighed. "I know that things have happened between us in the past, and I haven't been the best father to you, but-"

"Just leave, Michael," Tess said firmly.

Tess's father flinched at the use of his first name, but remained where he was.

"Not until you tell me what happened to you."

When Tess didn't reply, he gestured impatiently towards her legs which lay still and unmoving beneath the sheet.

"Tess, answer me," Michael ordered. "I'm your father for gods sakes! I need to know. The doctor told me you had a bad fall at that camp you go to every year. Is that true?"

Tess continued to glare at the white hospital wall.

Why couldn't he just hurry up and leave?

Her father sighed.

"Your mother wanted me to tell you that she's on her way here to see you. But maybe I'll just tell her not to come, since you don't want to talk to anyone."

Tess frowned.

Her mother was coming?

That was interesting.

What happened to being 'too busy' to come and see her paralysed daughter in hospital?

"You can't ignore me forever Tess," Michael said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Frustration laced his voice, and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides.

Tess could tell that her father was getting madder by the second, and the initial fear she had felt when first seeing Michael in her hospital room returned.

Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke.

"I'd leave if I were you. The police will be here soon."

Michael's eyes snapped open wide.

"What? Why? What have you told them?"

A satisfied pang filled Tess's stomach as she detected the panic in her fathers voice.

He was frightened.

Now she was in complete control.

She listened calmly as her father lowered his voice to a threatening whisper, cautious not to be overheard.

"If you've told them anything about what happened between us, I will-"

"You'll what, Dad? Hurt me?"Tess smirked and rolled over to face her father.

The caring attitude he had displayed for his daughter a minute ago had vanished.

His face was now an unnatural shade of red, and he stepped closer to Tess with a menacing leer.

"You're lucky we're in a public place at the moment, or else-"

"You're not in a position to make threats here, Michael," Tess interrupted harshly. "If you so much as touch me, I will tell the police everything."

Michael's defiance evaporated instantly. A defeated expression crossed his face, and he stepped backwards in surrender.

"Tess, it was one time."

He was almost whispering now, and his voice had taken on a pleading tone.

"It was a mistake. I was mad, I'd had too much to drink…"

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Tess told him bitterly.

That night was something that had never been mentioned in their household again.

Tess wanted nothing more than to erase the memories from her mind; but they were still too fresh, still too painful to be forgotten.

Every time she saw her Dad after what he'd done to her, she'd cringe; the memories hitting her like a slap across the face.

Tess squeezed her eyes shut and leant back against her pillow, wanting nothing more than to sink into the safety of her unconscious.

"Tess?" Her father whispered beseechingly. "You won't tell the police, will you?"

There was a long silence.

"Tess, please.."

"Just leave," Tess muttered tiredly.

Michael bit his lip, knowing that arguing with his daughter wouldn't do any good.

"I'll be back later then," He promised.

The careful threat lingered in the air as Tess's father turned away and slipped noiselessly from the room.

"Hey Jase," Nate muttered as he walked through the cabin door.

Jason hurriedly threw the cell phone he was holding beneath a pillow, and began whistling what he hoped was an innocent tune.

Nate didn't buy it.

He looked up at Jason suspiciously.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who? I didn't see anyone."

"On the phone."

"What phone? I didn't see a phone."

"You just shoved it under that pillow!" Nate cried, beginning to get frustrated.

"What pillow? I didn't see a p-"

"Jason!" Nate shouted angrily. "Just shut up, alright? I'm not in the mood to play games. Who was on the phone?"

Jason stood there nervously.

"Um.. It was my sister."

A long silence followed.

Nate glared at Jason with narrowed eyes.

"But you don't have a sister."

"Yeah, well.. Neither do you!"

"I never said I did."

Jason sighed.

"Fine. It was Emma."

Nate froze.

"You talked to Emma?" He said nervously.

Jason nodded.

"Why? What'd she say? You didn't tell her about.." Nate drifted off into an awkward silence. "About.. You know?"

Jason frowned in confusion.

"About what?"

Nate shook his head in disbelief.

Maybe Jason was as clueless as he appeared.

"Never mind," Nate told him. "Why did she ring?"

Jason moaned.

"Oh, Nate.. I'm not supposed to tell. She said she wanted it to be a surprise!"

"Jason, you know I hate surprises."

Jason looked apologetically at Nate.

"I know, but-"

"Jason," Nate said tiredly, advancing towards his friend. "Just spit it out."

Jason looked guiltily around the room, expecting to see Emma leap out from behind a curtain.

He knew she wouldn't be happy if she found out that he had told Nate the surprise, when she'd made him promise on his grave that he wouldn't.

Uh-Oh.

He had promised on his grave.

Jason gulped, feeling beads of sweat beginning to appear on his forehead.

"Uhh.."

"Jason!"

Nate was impatient to see what the big secret was, and the way he was scowling at Jason now showed that he was nearing the end of his tether.

"Oh, fine," Jason relented grumpily. "Emma told me that she wanted to send you a surprise because she misses you and hasn't seen you in ages.."

"So she's sending me a present?"

Jason looked uncomfortable.

"Well, yeah. In a way.."

"What is it?" Nate asked suspiciously, although he had a feeling he already knew.

Jason took a deep breath before answering.

"She's coming to Camp Rock."

"Dad?" David cried in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

Michael looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"David!"

The father and son walked towards each other and grasped hands enthusiastically.

"It's been too long!"

"Yeah, it has," David agreed, his voice warm. "So how've you been?"

"Not bad, son. And you?"

David hesitated for a moment.

"I've been all right. Everything that's happened recently with Tess has been quite a drama. Did she tell you what happened?"

Michael sighed in frustration at the mention of his daughter.

"She refused to talk to me."

"Oh," David murmured, nodding sadly. "She said that you two had a falling out."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. I got the feeling that she didn't think you would come to see her, actually."

Michael smirked, remembering the look of surprise on his daughters face when she had first seen him.

"So what's all this business at Camp Rock, then?"

David sighed and began to tell him everything. Michael listened patiently to his son, his frown becoming more pronounced as the tale went on.

When David had finished, they both stood in silence for a moment, thinking the events over.

"So that's why the police are coming?" Michael finally asked, his voice slightly sceptical. "To interview Tess about the incident?"

David nodded.

"They should be here soon."

Michael ran his hands through his hair and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Right. So who are these kids then? That pushed her over the cliff?"

David rattled of a list of names.

"Shane Gray…" Michael muttered to himself. "Wait. The pop star Shane Gray?"

David nodded. "The one and only."

"You mean he was one of the idiots that helped paralyse my daughter?" Michael scowled. "We'll sue him."

He bit his lip grimly for a moment, letting everything that David had told him run through his mind.

"It sounds like him and this Millie girl were the ringleaders of it all.."

"Mitchie," David corrected. "But the police won't be able to get a confession out of her."

"Why not?" Michael demanded. "They're the police, for gods sakes. They should be able to get a confession out of anyone! What is she, 15? 16?"

"Yeah, but that's not the problem." David looked around warily and lowered his voice to a loud whisper.

"The nurse told me that Mitchie's in a coma, in a serious condition in some other part of the hospital. She has some type of illness apparently, I forgot the name… But she's on life support at the moment, so I doubt the Police will get to interview her until she's taken off of that and regains consciousness."

Michael looked stunned.

He seemed to stutter for a moment before finding the right words.

"She's in a coma? What? How?"

David opened his mouth to answer, but Michael held up his hand to silence him.

"Never mind. I'll talk to the police later, see if it's worth hiring lawyers and going to court over." His eyes narrowed and he turned to stare at the hospital doors, daring the group of teenagers who had paralysed his daughter to walk out.

He scowled angrily.

"Those kids are going to pay for what they did to my daughter."

Shane walked through the door to his cabin, where he knew Nate and Jason were staying while they were at Camp Rock.

"Nate? Jason?" He called tiredly into the darkness as he switched on the light.

There was no reply.

Shane frowned.

Where could they be?

He had left the hospital for the night to have a decent sleep and fill everyone in on how Mitchie and Tess were doing.

But the cabin was clearly empty.

Shane sighed, almost too exhausted to care.

"Shane?" A surprised voice called.

Shane looked over his shoulder, and saw Jason standing in the doorway.

"Oh, there you are, Jase. I'm back for the night." He grinned sadly. "I need a good sleep after those waiting room couches at the hospital. Hey, where is everyone?"

Jason bit his lip nervously. "Um, well most people are in their cabins. It's after 10pm, so I think they're all in bed. How's Mitchie? And Tess?"

"I haven't seen Tess, but apparently she's doing alright. Her brother came and visited her, so at least she has company…"

"Oh, ok. And Mitchie?"

"She's still on Life Support," Shane admitted sadly. "But the doctors think she'll regain consciousness within a few days, so I guess that's something."

Jason nodded, and there was a short silence.

Shane looked around his cabin while Jason watched him awkwardly.

"Where's Nate?" Shane asked.

Jason gulped.

"Um… I dunno."

"Jason.." Shane said warningly.

"Uhh, ok. Well, we had a bit of a… fight."

"What?" Shane cried. "You and Nate? Why?"

Jason looked guilty.

"Well, Emma rang.. And she wanted to talk to me about something, and she said that I couldn't tell Nate.. But Nate knew I was hiding something, and he kind of forced it out of me.. And then he got mad.."

"What was the secret?"

"That Emma's coming to Camp Rock."

Shane raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled.

"Nate got mad at you because his girlfriend's coming to visit? That doesn't make sense."

"Nate cheated on her with Caitlyn," Jason replied without thinking.

He gasped and covered his mouth, looking at Shane guiltily.

"Oops…" He mumbled, blushing a deep shade of beetroot. "I wasn't supposed to say that. Can we start this conversation again?"

"He cheated on her with Caitlyn?!" Shane shouted.

"Shhh! Not so loud!" Jason whispered. "But yeah, and then he felt bad for Emma, so he told Caitlyn that he didn't want her, and then Caitlyn got all depressed, and then he felt bad for Caitlyn."

Shane was looking shocked. He rubbed his temple and winced, feeling as though his head was about to explode.

"Where is he now?"

Jason shrugged.

"I don't know. He started yelling at me and then he took off outside. That was an hour ago, and I tried to look for him, but it got too dark so I had to come back."

Shane groaned.

"Oh God. Did you check in Caitlyn's cabin?"

Jason nodded solemnly.

"He's not there. But she wouldn't let me in. I think she's really upset, Shane. She hasn't been coming to meals, so I don't think she's been eating. And she won't talk to anyone, or let anyone in to see her. I don't know what to do…"

Shane frowned worriedly.

"That's not good." He ran a hand tiredly through his hair. "Geeze, Nate's really made a mess of everything, hasn't he?"

The figure crept noiselessly down the hospital corridor, stopping outside room 439.

He looked carefully from side to side, making sure he was alone.

The door swung open without a sound and the figure stepped inside, his heart beating fervently in his chest.

Through the darkness, he could just make out the pale outline of a body on the bed, hooked up to what seemed to be a million machines and wires.

Mitchie Torres.

The man checked his watch.

11:36PM.

He was supposed to be in and out by midnight.

That gave him twenty minutes, but hopefully he wouldn't need that long.

A loud beep shattered the silence, and the man jumped in fright.

"Stupid machines," He muttered angrily as he waited for his heart to calm down and start beating normally.

Just beside the bed was a large machine which had wires and tubes sticking out of it at every possible angle.

Now, he wasn't a hospital expert, but he assumed by the noises it was making and the digital display across the screen that it was Mitchie's life support.

The machine that was responsible for her breathing.

He smiled grimly.

Not for long.

As he approached it, his eyes drifted to the girl who lay silently in the hospital bed, unable to defend herself.

And he felt a pang of guilt for what he was about to do.

But there was no backing out now.

With one quick movement, the figure reached out and yanked the plug which connected the life support to the electricity supply from its socket.

The lights of the machine went out instantly; it appeared to die in mid beep.

Beside him, he could hear the girl shudder for breath.

Before his conscience could kick in, the man spun on his heel and raced from the room, leaving the girl alone and helpless in the darkness…

A/N: So there we are... A bit more drama for you all ;)

I want your guesses:
WHO DO YOU THINK PULLED THE PLUG ON MITCHIES LIFE SUPPORT?

I hope you guys are still here?

I know it's been such a long time since I updated, and I feel really bad cause I actually missed you all so much!

Hope that chapter was OK, I haven't written in ages, so sorry if it's a bit rusty! XD

Thanks to the people who kept bugging me to update! Honestly, it helps me so much when people PM me telling me to get my arse into gear ;)

And I hope you all had a great new year, and are having a good 2009 so far?

Please review =D ?

One more time, a big sorry from me, hopefully you guys can forgive me?

Big hugs,

Kacee