Where You Are is Where I Want to Be
Camp Rock Fanfiction
By: IAMSOAP
Chapter 3: Broken
It was two days later that Mitchie started to notice things were going the opposite of better…things were beginning to get worse.
Now instead of being out of the house all the time her father remained home, locked up in the basement.
This is where her father's office and workshop was located, and before he would go there to work on random projects and things going on at the store.
Now he remained down there except when it was time for meals, if at all.
Mitchie was told she was never to come down to the basement, which was another odd thing going on at the Torrez household. She had never been banned from a room in her home before and now she couldn't set foot in the basement!
Then it was Mr. Torrez' appearance and personality that really began to change.
During the rare times that her father came out of the basement he acted distant like he was somewhere else and couldn't seem to watch where he was going and would bump into everything.
As the weird days continued on he continued to look more and more dishevelled and soon he was tripping over everything and nothing.
A week later is when Mitchie received the rude awakening to what had happened to her father, and it scared her.
It had been the night before school would begin the new-year, her father had stumbled upstairs demanding to know why dinner wasn't ready.
Mitchie, who continued to try to make things seem as normal and routine as possible, had always made dinner at five-thirty every night, now he was coming up early wanting to know why it wasn't ready.
Mitchie tried to explain herself but her father just frowned and suddenly lashed out his arm and knocked over the glasses that had been sitting on the counter.
Mitchie jumped back in shock! What was going on? Her father had never been a violent person before.
"Next time I want dinner on time!" he growled at her.
Mitchie was so shocked that all she could do is nod and slowly back away not sure what he would do next.
She flinched as he stormed past her, ran into a chair and then continued on to the basement, slamming the door behind him.
That was when she smelled it. Alcohol!
She could not believe it! It all made sense now, the weird moods, the stumbling and running into things, he was and had been drunk…that was why he had stayed home….he was too drunk to go to work!
Mitchi fell to her knees feeling her eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears.
'No!' she thought to herself, 'No, this can't be happening! Mom and Dad barely drank before and now he is walking around constantly drunk!'
Feeling at a loss, Mitchie placed her head in her hands.
What was going on? Things were supposed to be getting better. After her conversation with Shane a week ago she had had so much in faith in the words that he had said to her.
But everything that Shane had said was going backwards, the complete opposite of easier and better!
Mitchie raised her head from her hands and frowned. 'No, this is just how Dad is coping with losing Mom, in a little while after he feels better he will stop. Yeah, he has never done this before, maybe this is the only way he knows how to deal with all the pain he is feeling.'
Mitchie nodded to herself and stood up, beginning to clean up the broken glass and finishing up the dinner that was now nearly ready.
Things would get better just like Shane had said, they would…they just had to.
~IambrokenwhenIamlonesomeIdontfeelrightwhenyou'.~
But as the next two weeks went by things continued to worsen, and Mitchie couldn't comprehend any of it.
She began school the next day after her father's weird outburst and as the weeks went by she soon began to love going to school and dread coming home.
Her father's temper got more and more worse every day and had broken a few things on the way, he seemed to like throwing things, but he hadn't hurt Mitchie…yet.
During those two weeks a new routine had been made, Mitchie would get up and leave early in the morning so she could get to school on time, for she no longer had a ride and had to walk each day. Then she would rush home after school so that she could have dinner ready at five pm just like her father had demanded. If anything ever went wrong her father would get very angry and either break something or storm back downstairs, and each time Mitchie became more and more nervous.
But one night three weeks after the horrible discovery of her father's drinking problem, something went terribly, terribly wrong, and Mitchie knew then that things would never be the same or get better.
The morning had started off horrible to begin with, Mitchie had slept in and then had been later for school, and because she was late she had had to stay after school for detention, and leaving school late meant that dinner was also going to be delayed.
Mitchie had been so nervous about how her father would react that she had accidently left the roast beef in the oven too long and it had burnt, then when her father stumbled upstairs she was startled and dropped the glass plates, which shattered as they hit the kitchen floor.
Mitchie saw her father's face beginning to change a light red tinge and she tried to apologize.
"Ah Dad, I'm-"
"Look what you did you little klutz, those were expensive! Clean it up!" he shouted. Mitchie flinched but bent down and began to gather up the glass into a pile with a towel. That was when he noticed the charcoaled roast beef.
"And you burnt dinner! What is wrong with you today!?"
Mitchie tried to stand up to explain herself. "But I-"
SLAP!
Mitchie gasped as she was slapped across the face with such force that she fell back, she cried out as her hands went out to break her fall and were cut by the broken plates covering the ground.
"Don't you DARE talk back to me! Do you hear me!?" he shouted, he was so close she could smell the stench of beer on his breath.
Mitchie could do nothing but nod, she was so shocked.
Her father whirled around and threw the ruined dinner to the floor.
"You have ruined everything again; just like you have ruined my life!"
Mitchie, not thinking, tried to speak up again.
That was stopped by his fist this time and Mitchie's head slammed into the cupboards. She cried out again.
"What did I tell you about talking back?! Learn some respect you little wench! This is your entire fault! Just like with your mother! Because of you I lost the only thing I truly cared about!"
Her father's voice cracked and for a moment he seems to stop, he turned to the side and Mitchie saw the broken look on his face and she felt for him.
She slowly stood up, wincing at the pain in her hands from the glass and her head from hitting the cupboards. She walked over to him cautiously and placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
Bad idea.
Her father's arm came at her and threw her to the floor.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled. "I don't need your filth! Now clean up this mess you made and I'll give you one more chance to make this dinner properly! You screw up again, and you will want to stay out of my way."
With that he stormed away, cursing as he bumped into the kitchen table on his way out and back down to the basement.
In a matter of 30 minutes Mitchie had cleaned up the kitchen and made a new dinner for her father to eat, before running upstairs and locking herself in her room.
Soon she heard him come up the kitchen take his meal and go back into the basement, he would be in there for the rest and she would not see him till the next day.
With that knowledge Mitchie finally able to sitting down and absorb what had just happened, but what she knew she wish she could forget.
She looked down at her hands and saw that shards of glass were still in her hand, then everything that had happened, everything that had been said came rushing back at her all at once and she began to shake, and let out a sob.
As the tears began to fall she slowly began to pull the shards out of her hands and then made her way over to her on suit to clean and bandage her hands.
She knew not to look up at the mirror because she was not going to like what she was going to see, and she made her way back into the bedroom.
She fell onto her bed and began to cry into her pillow, her heart was slowly shattering.
Her father had said some very cruel things to her, but the scariest thing was that most of what he had said was true.
It had been her fault that her mother was dead, if she hadn't pushed so hard to go to Camp Rock, they would have never gone to camp and therefore would have never been in the accident and her mother would still be alive.
Mitchie knew this and had been thinking of this ever since her mother had passed but she knew it was really not her fault and she should let it get to her, it had been an accident and nothing she could have prevented.
But the words still hurt; oh they hurt so much, which was when the pounding of her head and the throbbing of her hands reminded her of her father's actions.
She knew now that things would never get better, no they never would have in the first place, her father had, in the matter of nearly a month become addicted to drinking alcohol to drown his pain of losing his wife.
Now he was taking out the anger he felt at losing her at the only person he could, Mitchie.
Mitchie began to sob once again, this couldn't be happening, this just couldn't! How could things go so wrong in such a short amount of time?
She didn't know, and in a cry of despair she threw her pillow across the room and began to half scream half sob into her blankets.
Mitchie remained that way for the next hour and because after you cry your heart out you are met with exhaustion and slowly fall asleep.
During that explosion of emotion and exhaustion into slumber, Mitchie missed three calls, and the Caller ID remained the same each time; Shane 3.
(AN—Okay so I really hope you guys don't hate me for this, but this is the story line and yes, it had become even more darker. I don't know if I am happy with this chapter yet but you guys deserved a new chapter. I had such trouble writing this chapter…I just couldn't find the right way to play things out and ending up writing it and re-writing it a couple of times. Please let me know what you guys think! I really want to know…if I should continue on or re-write this chapter first. Review love to all!)