Where you are is Where I Want to Be
By: IAMSOAP
Chapter 7: Spare an Angel
It was three days later that Sierra was sure something had gone wrong with Mitchie.
She had tried calling Mitchie's cell phone several times but had received no answer.
Now Sierra was pacing her room sick with worry about her best friend, and she wanted to do something about it. But what could she do? Who could she tell?
There was really only one option for Sierra, she had to tell her parents they would know what to do, they could figure out some way to help Mitchie and get her out and away from her abusive father.
So with that decision in mind she made her way downstairs to have a very long conversation with her parents.
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Mitchie lay on the floor of the dark room shivering, trying to ignore the fact that she hadn't eaten in three days and that she was starting to get slightly claustrophobic.
Over the past three days, the only way she could tell it had been that long was from the small window at the opposite side of the room. She had tried playing around with the door and small window trying to see if there was any way she could possibly escape from there. But there was no use, the window was sealed shut and the door was locked by padlock.
Mitchie had also tried yelling and screaming hoping that some neighbour or passerby would hear her and possibly call someone to investigate the loud noises. She had yelled until she could no longer make a sound, and no one ever came.
There was also another problem, because of the season and the concrete floor, this room was freezing and there was no heating and Mitchie rarely slept because she was so cold, but after the second night of freezing she had looked through a few of the boxes left in the room and found drapes and used them as blankets to keep her warm.
One strange thing she did notice though; was that her father was moving around a lot more.
She could hear him walking around the main floor and going up and down the stairs to the second floor, he was probably still looking for the locket that wasn't there.
Also, when one is confined into a small room with nothing to do, we seem to think…A LOT.
Mitchie`s first thought was wonder and worry about how Sierra was doing.
Mitchie knew that she was probably killing herself with worry over Mitchie because she had not been to school or been in contact for the past three days. At first Mitchie had been worried that Sierra would show up at the house demanding to see her and risk possibly getting herself hurt and Mitchie couldn't bear the thought of that. She didn't know how her father would react to others and that scared her.
But so far Sierra hadn't done anything and for that Mitchie was glad, because that meant that she was safe.
Mitchie mind also wandered constantly back to Shane Grey; what would he think when he called and Mitchie never called back, and then when he arrive in a few days and Mitchie wasn't there to meet him, what would he think then? Knowing him he would come to investigate, to see what was wrong but from what Mitchie knew, Shane didn't know where she lived so for now Shane was safe from harm as well.
Thinking of Sierra and Shane, Mitchie soon began to think of her decision of not to tell anyone of her problems and how stupid that decision seemed now. She could have moved in with Sierra and her parents, but she thought she could handle her father and stay out of his way. If she had told someone, anyone she wouldn't be in this situation, she would be safe, she wouldn't be so miserable, she wouldn't be harmed.
Mitchie began to shed bitter tears and slowly cried herself to sleep.
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When Sierra had told her parents everything that had been going on with Mitchie at her house, they were shocked.
They were so surprised that Mitchie's father had gone so far. Having their daughters being best friends since preschool, both sets of parents had been good friends as well. So hearing that Mr. Torrez had become a drunkard and abusive towards his child was unbelievable and appalling.
So now Sierra sat with her mother in the living while her father was having a conversation with a social worker on the telephone. Sierra got the just of what was being discussed from her father's side of the conversation:
"Yes, my daughter has just informed us that Mitchie has been abused for the last five months now…no no she was just recently told about it as well, no we haven't seen any evidence of abuse but my daughter has seen bruises on a couple of occasions."
There was a pause where Sierra could hear the social worker talking on the other end of the line, her father listened and then responded.
"No we haven't spoken to Mitchie or her father since the summer when her mother passed away…yes Mitchie hasn't been to school in the last 3 days…well like I said my wife and myself have not seen Mr. Torrez so we cannot say whether he has been acting odd as of late."
Another pause, as the social worker spoke to her father, she watched his mouth turn into a frown.
"Well yes, I do understand that you need a lot of concrete evidence, and my daughter has seen bruises, I know children sometimes jump to conclusions, but she is hardly—" Her father sighed and ran a hand through his hair, that was never a good sign, he only ever did that when he was overly frustrated.
"Yes, I understand. Is there any chance you could just check on her? We are really worried about her… Thank you, goodbye."
With that her father sighed, hung up and looked up at Sierra with a sad smile. "I am sorry sweetheart, but there isn't enough evidence for them to accuse Mr Torrez of abuse and get Mitchie out of there."
Sierra jumped up from the couch and tried to protest but her father raise his hand and she remained silent.
"But they are going to call the house to see if Mitchie is in fact all right."
Sierra didn't know what to say, couldn't social services do something? Wasn't that part of the job description? She sighed, well at least they were going to call to see if she was okay, she thought to herself, that was all she could do for now.
Her father saw the sad look on her face and placed his hand on her shoulder, "I know sweetheart, but it's better than not doing anything at all. All we can do now and wait and see how things turn out."
Sierra looked up to her father nodded, and after a moment she made her way upstairs announcing that she was tired and was going to bed.
'All I have to do is wait.' Sierra thought to herself as she fell onto her bed. 'I hate waiting…please be okay Mitchie'
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It was the next day that Mitchie heard something she hadn't heard in the longest time, two things actually.
The first was the landline phone ringing. The Second was a voice, one that used to give her comfort and joy when hear, it was her father's. Not like the slurred and drunken one that she has heard recently, but loving and kind voice her father used to have before her mother had died.
At first Mitchie was very confused, she had thought for a moment that she had just woken up from a very, very bad dream, and the last four months had just been a horrible nightmare. But she was brought back to reality when she looked around and saw that she was still locked away in the storage room in the basement.
This is of course confused her even more, why was her father talking in the nice charming voice?
Her question was answered a moment later when the door to room opened and there was her father still looking like he had but his voice was completely different.
"Mitchie!" he said cheerfully with a dark frown on his face. "There is a social worker that wants to talk to you."
With that, he handed her the phone and his expression sent a clear message: LIE OR ELSE!
Mitchie took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible even though it was scratchy and dry from lack of water.
"Hello?" Mitchie said cringing as her voice cracked, she quickly cleared her throat and then replied: "Excuse me I am just getting over a cold."
She heard a friendly chuckle on the other end of the phone.
"That's all right dear, my name is Sarah Mitchell, and I just want to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you?"
The nice female voice reminded Mitchie of her mother and Mitchie was tempted to just break down and tell this stranger everything. But, she knew that if she did her dad would make sure nothing would ever come out of her mouth again if she did so she continued her act.
"That's fine with me Ms Mitchell."
Then for the next fifteen minutes Ms Mitchell asked Mitchie several different questions and Mitchie made up lies for each one of them, who knew that making up a huge lie at Camp Rock would come in handy one day?
Mitchie did have a hard time lying when Ms Mitchell asked specific questions like if her father had been acting different lately or if he had hurt her in any way, but somehow Mitchie made it through the entire conversation without letting anything slip.
Once Ms Mitchell was satisfied with the answers she received, she thanked Mitchie for her time and hung up the phone.
Mitchie sighed, glad that the conversation was over, but her relief turned quickly to horror when she saw her father advancing towards her.
"No! Please!" she cried trying to stop him from getting any closer, but he slapped her hand away and shoved her into the concrete wall.
"Who did you tell?!" he demanded his voice low, he slapped her across the face, and Mitchie tried to ignore the pain as her head slammed into the wall behind her.
"WHO DID YOU TELL?!?" her father roared.
He pushed her into the wall again and Mitchie let out a gasp as her head hit the wall and bounced back like ball, the world began to spin from the impact and her legs crumbled , but her father held her there.
"Who-Did-You-TELL!?" he demanded, he was shaking her like a rag doll, Mitchie's world was spinning from the head injury and the fact he was shaking her so roughly.
"Nobody" Mitchie managed to half sob.
"LIAR!" he yelled and Mitchie screamed as she fell into the pile of boxes.
She had been thrown with such force that the boxes collapsed on top of her.
And that was the last thing she saw, before the darkness took over.
And then nothing.
Rushing and racing
and running in circles
Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
Getting nowhere
My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic
Pace of the world
I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together
I'm falling apart
Save me
(Allright! And there you go! Chapter 7!! So sorry it took me so long to update! I had a MILLION assignments to hand in and I was sick with the stomach flu for two weeks but oh well its here now and once my Astronomy midterm is done chapter 8 will be coming! Please tell me what you think of this one! Thanks to all you reviewers, and people who put me on their alerts! Love you all!!)