(Okie here comes Chapter 6 and I hope you guys are ready for this one, things are going to start getting a little freaking in this chapter and the next few to come so be prepared, for violence, and other things. Enjoy!)
Where You Are is Where I Want to Be
By: IAMSOAP
Chapter 6: When you're Gone
Things seemed to go pretty smoothly for the first week after Mitchie had told Sierra everything that had been going on since the late summer.
Sierra made sure to keep a close eye on Mitchie had all times and always phone every night to make sure that she was all right at home as well.
And even though Mitchie wasn't worried about things going wrong Sierra had a hunch that things could get out of hand very quickly and Mitchie would end up getting seriously hurt.
But after a week of peace Sierra was starting to think that maybe Mitchie would be okay at least for the next month.
But Sierra's hunch of chaos was confirmed when Mitchie showed up at the school the next week with a large bruise on her right arm.
Mitchie had tried to hide it but once again when they were changing for gym class Sierra caught a glimpse of the large bruise that stretched from her should to half way to her elbow.
"Mitchie what happened!? Did he hurt you again?!" Sierra said, very near hysteria.
"Quiet Sierra, this was nothing he just shoved me into the corner of the book shelf on his way back into the basement." Mitchie mumbled looking down to her feet.
"Mitchie, I really think you should reconsider your decision, you can stay at my house, both of my parents have steady jobs so you could stay there without too much trouble, and then once we graduate you could find a job and start saving up for school and your own place."
But Mitchie shook her head.
"No Sierra. I am not going to cause anyone else any trouble. I can get through this; I just screwed up last night and let something slip. Seriously Sierra, please just let me do this."
Sierra sighed; she was so frustrated with her best friend.
How could Mitchie do this to herself, she could just leave any time and get away from that jerk, but she seems to want to suffer through things.
Was it maybe because she thought she could help her dad or just helping him, by making his meals and making sure he was looked after.
Sierra had to smile at this thought; that would be just like Mitchie, always there willing to do anything to help a loved one.
"Okay, but I am serious if anything gets too out of hand you call the cops right away or call me and I will call the cops for you. Please, just be really, really careful. I don't know what I would do without my best friend."
Mitchie gave her a sad smile and nodded.
"I would never be able to do this without you."
With that said the two best friends hugged and went to the gym to start their PE class.
-Whenyou'regoneThewordsIneedtoheartoalwaysgetmethroughthedayandmakeitokimissu-
A few days later it was the Friday the 12th of December, when Mitchie was preparing dinner with a little skip to her step and was humming quietly to herself.
Today marked the seven days until Nate, Jason and Shane would be arriving to spend their Christmas in Chicago and Mitchie could barely contain her excitement.
Unfortunately for Mitchie her excitement had made enough noise to annoy her father in the basement and she suddenly jumped and stopped humming as she heard him stomping up the stairs.
He stormed into the Kitchen and Mitchie busied herself with making dinner, hoping he would just stumbled to the fridge to retrieve a beer and then return back to the basement.
Mitchie gasped in surprise as he grabbed her injured shoulder and spun her around.
"Was that you making that disgusting racket!?" he growled, holding her still by squeezing her shoulder, Mitchie forced herself not to cry out that he was hurting her and just shook her head.
He stared at her with a blank look and Mitchie could not even tell if he was actually pondering her response.
After a long very scary pause he nodded and mumbled out; "Good."
And with that he stumbled back downstairs.
Once Mitchie heard the basement door slam she sighed in relief, that had been a very close call, but right now Mitchie didn't have time to worry about what could have happened and rushed to finish dinner.
--IneverthoughtI'dneedyoutherewhenI cryAndthedaysfeellikeyearswhenI'malone--
That weekend Mitchie tried to stay out of the house for the majority of the time only coming home to make a meal for her father and then went back out again.
Sierra insisted she spend the weekend with her at her house and Mitchie couldn't say no, realizing that she hadn't done anything for herself in the longest time.
And it felt great; it was probably the most fun Mitchie had had since Camp Rock that last summer.
But Mitchie's happiness dissolved when she returned home Sunday evening, she had been walking up the driveway when she heard the disturbance.
From inside the house she could hear loud crashes and bangs, Mitchie rushed into the house only to see her father throwing everything from plates to chairs from the living room.
Without evening thinking she burst out; "What the hell are you doing!?"
Her father's angry face turned to her and he let out a growl.
"What did you do with it?! Where is it?!" he yelled.
"Where is what? What are you talking about?" Mitchie asked completely lost, what could he possibly be looking for?
"The locket, where is the LOCKET!?" he bellowed, charging towards her. He picked her up by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall so he was pinned.
"I don't know what you are talking about! What locket?" Mitchie found herself screaming back.
He slapped her across the face and Mitchie let out a scream.
"Don't talk to me like that! Her locket!! Where is Connie's locket?!"
Mitchie gasped finally knowing what he was talking about.
"It's not here," she said quietly. "It was buried with Mom, Mom has it remember?"
At this her father let out a growl of frustration and threw Mitchie like she was a rag doll.
Mitchie slammed into the china cabinet and before she realized what was happening she looked up and saw all of her mom's china that had been passed down from her great grandmother fell onto her and crashed to the floor.
Then her father was walking towards her again, "No!" he yelled. "It wasn't buried with her, I would have remembered! You took it! You stole it you little piece of trash!!"
He backhanded Mitchie across the face and then grabbed her by the arm.
"Get up!" he growled.
Mitchie was so scared all she could do was comply, "What are you doing?" she asked shakily, he half led half dragged Mitchie towards the kitchen.
"I am putting you where you belong!" he yelled.
He went to the basement door, flung it open and took her to the basement and then to the storage room they had in the far corner.
He took a set of keys out of his pocket that Mitchie didn't realize he had until now, and unlocked the door, opened it and flung Mitchie roughly inside.
"You will stay here until I find that locket that you stole!" he said viciously.
"But it's not here! Mom has it I told you!" Mitchie cried.
"Then I guess you will be in here for a very long time then wont you?" he said cruelly.
With that he stepped back slammed the door and Mitchie heard him lock it behind him.
As soon as she heard him storm back upstairs, she immediately ran to the small window that was her only source of light and tried to open it.
It was sealed shut.
Mitchie let out a scream of frustration and fell to the ground in despair, and slowly began to sob.
How was she going to get out of here?
What was going to happen when Sierra phoned and she didn't pick up because he cell was in her bag which had been left upstairs?
Sierra had been right; things had gone from bad to worse and Mitchie had no way of calling for help or getting herself out.
Mitchie sat and cried and eventually fell asleep from exhausted and the pain from being thrown around so much.
(Okay soo really not a good place to leave it for you guys but don't worry another chapter should be up by tomorrow or the next day! XD tell me what you guys thought of this one, I had a lot of fun writing this one XD review please!!!)