Wow, I'm not going to lie. I didn't think you guys had it in you! I got to 6 reviews quickly and then it just kind of stopped, but then two people reviewed like...literally 10 minutes before your cut off. I'm highly suspicious of those two reviews though. They were both anonymous...but since I can't prove that it was just one reader, I'll have to uphold my part of the bargain. So I present to you, chapter three.
I sat quietly in my cabin in my now dry clothes. I was humming a little tune that was caught in my head. I couldn't get it out of my head, so I had decided to sit in my cabin for the rest of the day and focus on this small little tune stuck in my head.
"I tried to cut the ties but I just ended up with more scars to hide? Kinda dark don't you think Mitchie?" a voice said from over me. I shot up and looked at Shane glaring at me. I snapped the book closed in embarrassment. I had never let anyone see this song and the first person to see it was not going to be Shane Gray.
"What do you want?" I snapped. He rolled his eyes and gestured to the tray of food that he was holding. I looked down sheepishly. I should have been able to put two and two together.
"I'm not very hungry, but thank you," I said curtly. Shane sighed.
"Uncle Brown thought you might not have an appetite," he said, sitting on my bed.
"Did I invite you to sit?" I asked in a snippy tone. He rolled his eyes and put the tray on my bed.
"Eat," he instructed.
"No," I retorted. He growled at my response, but didn't do anything.
"Either you eat or I tell Uncle Brown that you didn't eat," he threatened.
"Tell him. I don't care," I said simply. That was a lie. I cared about Brown's opinion on me. I didn't want to be difficult for him, I just really didn't like the fact that he had Shane come to me.
"Mitchie, would you just do me a solid and not be difficult with me," Shane begged. I sat silently, contemplating Shane's plea. He had never begged before and I didn't like how it sounded. Shane Gray doesn't beg people. I wordlessly picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it delicately on my tongue. I pulled it into my mouth and began slowly chewing.
I watched a satisfied smirk grace Shane's lips and it made my blood boil. I quickly leaned back a bit before shooting forward and launching the partially eaten broccoli towards his face. I felt a grin of satisfaction spread across my face as his face set into a seemingly permanent scowl. I bit back a laugh as he slowly turned his head towards me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked shooting up. His sudden movement made my satisfaction melt away as I felt a fear coursing through me. He reminded me of the man who shot my father. Tall, intimidating, out for revenge. I felt my heartbeat increase as his livid eyes locked onto my fearful ones. Shane had never been one to get physical with me, but now I was truly afraid of what he could do to me. I closed my eyes tight.
My mind immediately went back to that night. The rancid smell of the city stinging my nose. The early autumn breeze kissing my cheek. The anger from my father for disobeying him and going downtown. I could see the cold eyes of my father's shooter. I could taste the coppery blood in my mouth from the smack I had received for trying to run away from the killer. I could hear the shot ringing out in my head as my father fell to the ground in front of my eyes. My eyes shot open and Shane was right in my face, looking concerned.
"Brown," I said weakly. I could feel an anxiety attack coming on and I just needed someone I could trust. I wordlessly backed myself into a corner as Shane pulled out his cell phone. He quietly mumbled something to the person on the other line and then hung up. I didn't think enough oxygen could get to my lungs. I closed my eyes again, but saw my father's eyes as he took his last breath. My eyes shot open again and I watched as Brown came in. I felt the tears falling down my face, but they didn't really register in my mind.
Brown came towards me with a bottle of water and a pill. My anxiety pill. I happily accepted it and waited patiently for them to kick in. Brown sat beside me and stroked my back as Shane watched on quietly. I'm sure he wanted a reason for my suspicious behavior, but I would not be giving it to him tonight.
"What do you need Mitchie?" Brown whispered in my ear. I shook my head, trying to clear it.
"I need to breathe," I said quietly.
"What's going on?" Shane asked Brown quietly.
"Anxiety attack," I said as the pill began to kick in and a peace fell over me.
"Anxiety? You never said you had anxiety," Shane said, confused as to why I would avoid telling him something.
"You're not family. You don't need to know," I said quietly. I didn't say it in a rude way, just a matter-of-fact way.
"I'm your boyfriend!" he exclaimed.
"Were. You were my boyfriend," I said, again not rude, just matter-of-fact. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"I'd still be your boyfriend if you hadn't ignored me and pushed me away," Shane said.
"Shane! Leave it be for now," Brown scolded but I looked down at my hands.
"You wouldn't want me anymore anyways," I said sadly. It was true. I was damaged goods now. I had an enormous amount of baggage for anyone.
"What happened to you Mitchie Torres?" he asked wistfully. I sighed and looked back up at him.
"My father died," I said quietly.
"Mitchie, you don't have to tell him," Brown said quietly. I nodded.
"I know Brown, but he was my boyfriend and I just ignored him for 9 months. He deserves some answers," I said simply.
"Do you need me here, or do you think you can manage?" he asked.
"I can manage. I promise," I said quietly. Brown nodded and stood up. He sent Shane a small warning glare, but wordlessly exited the cabin. I turned to Shane quietly.
"So what happened?" he asked quietly.
"Where do I begin?" I asked myself. I didn't know where to begin telling my story. I wanted Shane to know, but I didn't want to relive everything all over again. I crossed my legs and looked at the wooden floor of the cabin for a minute, trying to gather my thoughts. I had never told anybody of the events since that night. My own mother didn't get the full story from me, but I felt obligated to tell Shane.
"He was shot," I said quietly. Shane didn't say anything, so I took the opportunity to continue.
"I had been asking for days for him or my mom to take me downtown so I could go to this casting call for some movie that I can't even remember the name of. Do you remember me telling you about it?" I asked quietly. I saw Shane nod his head.
"I thought you said your parents were going to take you," he said. I looked down in shame.
"They weren't. I just didn't want you to talk me out of it. Now I wish I had told you and you had talked me out of it. I was downtown and it was getting late and I hadn't even auditioned and my dad stormed in, demanding for an explanation as to why I had disobeyed him. Needless to say, I didn't get to audition," I chuckled darkly.
"Dad and I were on our way back to his car when somebody grabbed me and pulled me into an alley. I had been pinned up against the wall by this man who was wearing a ski mask. My father immediately pulled him off of me and pinned him against wall. I began walking to the truck, but I stopped to wait for my dad," I said. I closed my eyes as the memories came back.
"What happened then Mitch?" Shane asked gently as I felt a tear fall down my face.
"He was shot. My dad was shot. Right below the heart, but one of his main veins or arteries, I don't remember which, was severed. He bled to death. I was the last person to see him alive. He was trying to say something as he died, but he died too soon. The last thing he ever said to me was that he was disappointed in me," I said quietly. I closed my eyes and went back to that night. I remembered feeling his blood all over me as I tried to stop the bleeding. I opened my eyes and saw Shane looking at me with sad eyes.
"It's not your fault Mitchie," he said quietly.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't gone to that stupid casting call, my father would still be alive," I said bluntly. Shane sighed, knowing that I was probably right.
"He was a victim of circumstance. It wasn't his fault and it wasn't your fault. Neither of you meant for it to happen that way. It just happened," he said simply. I shook my head lightly.
"It wouldn't have happened if I had just listened to them," I said quietly. Shane looked at me and pulled me into his lap. Just like old times. I felt my back pressed against this chest and his nose against my neck as he tried to comfort me. I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder. A few more tears broke loose, sliding down my face.
"What do you need from me Mitchie?" he asked lightly in my ear. I could feel my senses heightening at the proximity of us. His hot breath on my ear made my heart beat rapidly. His scent was intoxicating. If I hadn't been emotionally imbalanced right now, maybe I would have been able to think clearer, but at that moment, I only needed one thing.
"You," I whispered quietly. Shane pulled back and looked at me. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. Hesitation and uncertainty were there, as plain as day. But I could also see the same loving expression that he had given me the night after the Camp Wars last summer. I looked at him with the same expression.
"I need you," I whispered affirmatively. Shane hesitated, but slowly leaned in and connected our lips. It grew quickly from an innocent kiss to a passionate make out. I soon felt Shane lifting my shirt up and we broke the kiss for it to be discarded onto the ground. I quickly discarded his own shirt and he immediately reconnected our lips.
He slowly unclasped my bra and glided the straps down my shoulders. I felt goosebumps rise up from under his touch. I felt him lay us down on the bed. He broke the kiss and began unbuttoning my jean shorts without averting his gaze from my eyes. I felt his fingers glide under my panties and shorts as he began dragging them down my legs.
Once he discarded them, he looked down at my body, studying every scar that I had self-inflicted in the past year. I suddenly felt very shy and began to cover myself with my arms, but Shane softly pushed them away and laid down onto of me. He stroked my cheek softly and gazed into my eyes in that loving way, as if we had never had any tension between us in the past year.
"You are so beautiful."
That night, we made love for the first time.
Uh oh. We all know that when Shane and Mitchie have sex, something is going to spoil their happiness. But what's going to spoil their happiness? Well, you're just gonna have to wait until Monday to get that information! :)
But because I love you all so much, I'll give you a little sneak peek, cause that was obviously incentive for you all to review! It's shorter than the last one, but I think you'll be craving to know what the hell led to this small cut.
"Mitchie, I know what you're thinking. It's not like that," he started.
"Not like what? You're dating her. Wow," I said, my voice hoarse with unshed tears. I sat on my bed, unable to breathe. I gripped the sheets and closed my eyes. I needed to just concentrate.
"10…9…8…
"Mitchie, you have to understand. I didn't know if you were ever going to speak to me again," he explained, "I had to move on."
"7…6…5…4…"
"Mitchie, did your dad really die? How did it happen? What the hell happened this past year?" Caitlyn questioned.
"3…2…1…"
"Mitchie?" Caitlyn whispered, trying to gain my attention. Without warning, I took off. I began flying towards Brown's cabin.
Alright. There is the small clip from the next chapter. I bet you're wondering who "he" is (although, I'm sure you could easily guess) and I bet you're wondering who "he" is dating. But that'll be answered on Monday! :)
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