Where You are is Where I Want to Be

By: IAMSOAP

Chapter 8: Scream

Two days later, a day away from Chicago, Shane Grey was laying on his bunk in the Connect 3 tour bus glaring at his cell phone, more specifically the picture on his phone.

It was the person in this picture that was causing him to glare so intently at his phone.

Mitchie Torrez has been missing in action for the last five days and it was driving Shane crazy! Not that the Shane Grey was one to become attached to his cell phone, but ever since he had met Mitchie, he had become very, very attached to his phone.

It went everywhere with him except for concerts and that was only because he was scared he would lose it when jumping around the stage.

When his two best friends and band mates, Jason and Nate, noticed this it was endless teasing for Shane.

They claimed that he had a huge crush on Mitchie, but Shane denied it every time, well that was until about a month ago….

Shane had been talking about spending the Christmas holidays in Chicago and once again Jason and Nate were teasing him. Shane had gone to deny their claim when he slowly realized that he was blushing…and that he actually did like Mitchie Torrez.

So now here he was laying and just glaring at his phone all over a girl, he couldn't believe it!

But there was something that was truly bothering him, he wanted to know why Mitchie hadn't been picking up her phone for the last five days?

He kept telling himself that Mitchie was just busy or the call hadn't gone through properly but he couldn't help feel that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

But what?

Shane was suddenly interrupted from his ponderings when he heard bickering come from the back of the bus.

He sighed, rolled off the bunk and made the small walk to the back room of the bus that was the hang out area for the guys.

He opened the door to this back "room" and groaned as he heard Nate and Jason's voices become louder. They were arguing AGAIN!

"I'm telling you Nate, it doesn't make sense! How can they say 'The pen is mightier than the sword' but then go and say 'Actions speak louder than words'! It is so totally backwards!" Jason was exclaiming.

Nate rolled his eyes, "Who cares? Honestly, they are just sayings!"

"But I care! Shouldn't you-"

"All right, that's enough out of you two!" Shane exclaimed stepping in between the two bickering friends.

"Are you two making pointless arguments again?" Shane asked with a sigh, staring pointedly at the both of them.

Jason immediately pointed at Nate accusingly.

"He Started it!" he exclaimed.

Nate looked at Jason and once again rolled his eyes. "Oh please! You were the one going on about random proverbs!"

Jason opened his mouth to come up with a retort but Shane pointed at him. "DON'T even THINK about it! You guys need to seriously learn how to get along!"

Nate smirked at this comment and then flopped down onto the couch that went around the entire back end of the bus.

"And we should listen to you because?" he asked.

Jason smiled and nodded in approval before mock glaring at Shane.

"Yeah, and I am still mad at you for not building me a birdhouse like you promised you would!"

Nate sighed and said "You do realize he never actually said he would build you a birdhouse?"

Jason looked confused. "He didn't?" he asked.

"No!" Nate replied. "You may have asked him to make you one, but he never said he actually would."

"Oh." Was all Jason could say, looking sad, but he then jumped up and exclaimed. "But he should have made me one knowing how much I liked birdhouses!"

Nate just signed and shook his head.

"You are never going to let this go are you?" he asked.

"Nope!" Jason said with a triumphant smile.

Shane frustrated with their constant bickering, let out a groan and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Nate and Shane looked at the door and then at each other completely confused, and then back at the door. They did this for several moments before Jason said; "Was it something I said?"

~TheDayaDoorIsClosedTheEchoesFillYourSoulTheyWon'tSaywhichwaytogoJustTrustYourHeart~

When Mitchie opened her eyes, she was startled to see that it was completely dark and she couldn't remember where she was.

Claustrophobia began to kick and Mitchie began to panic but stopped when she felt her intense pain all over her body and remained still.

'Okay Mitchie,' she thought 'Think! Where are you and why are you in so much pain?'

It was then that it all came back to her, a social worker had called…and her father had been furious.

It was all a blur, she couldn't remember how she had gotten in the position she was now in, which was under the pile of heavy boxes she discovered.

'Well that would explain the pain,' Mitchie thought. 'He must have thrown or pushed me.'

Mitchie tried to think back on what had happened after she had hung up the phone but that just made her head pound more so she stopped.

She took a couple deep breaths and then made sure she could still move everything; after that was confirmed she calmed down further knowing at least that she hadn't hurt her back and neck too badly. So with that in mind she slowly began trying to move, to escape the heavy weight of the boxes that were now making it harder for Mitchie to breathe.

A few moments later, she had one arm free and was now working at pushing the two boxes that were sitting on her chest. She was weak from lack of food and sleep but the need to breathe gave her strength to at least pushing the off of her. One of the boxes was rather light and tumbled to her left side harmlessly, but the other had been a bit harder to move and when it finally did roll off of her, it fell heavily on her right arm which protested at the extra weight and Mitchie had to hold in a scream, before she was finally able to push it away from her.

Mitchie sighed in relief as she was finally able to take a deep breath without too much pain, it seemed her ribs were now even more messed up than before because it hurt to breathe or move but she had to get out here. She just had to.

In the next ten minutes Mitchie had managed to push all of the boxes off of her and look at her injuries.

Her right arm and wrist felt broken, she could barely move her hand it had swollen to the size of a golf ball, her leg had been twisted at a weird angle and at the moment Mitchie didn't want to try walking on it for fear it would just collapse underneath her. Her head was pounding, so that most likely meant a concussion and that also meant no sleeping for twenty four hours at least.

Along with her body that was covered in cuts and bruises just about everywhere, Mitchie was pretty much at the end of her rope, and most likely her life.

It was then that a decision was made, she was going to get out of her, she wasn't sure how yet, but she knew no one knew where she was and now that the social worker was completely oblivious to the trouble Mitchie was in, she knew no one would be coming to her rescue.

So if she wanted to live, and she did, she was going to get out of here on her own and fast.