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Because of you

Chapter 2

Sleep overtook me very quickly after all of the crying. But I still dreamt about Shane. I remembered the last time I had spoke to him. It was the last day of camp and I had been dreading going home to my father. It wasn't a fond memory.

"Mitchie! Tell me what's wrong, I can help you" he said as he placed his hands firmly on my shoulders.

I shook my head and shrugged them off. "No one can help me Shane, maybe its best if we, didn't see each other anymore" I said in a low whisper. I made the mistake of looking in his eyes, I regretted it because they had suddenly darkened.

"What" his asked in disbelief.

I bowed my head as the countless tears fell. "Im sorry" I said as I placed a gentle peck on his cheek before walking away, ignoring him as he called out my name.

As I thought of that I let a single tear fall. I had been so unfair to him, and he had actually came back to see me. but I didn't want him seeing me like this, I was a mess, everything was a mess. When I woke up I didn't know what time it was but it was still dark. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2am. I sighed and swung my legs over my bed and rubbed my face. I then heard tapping noises coming from the window. I snapped my head up and began to walk over to it, to be honest I was quite scared; I hear this happens in horror movies a lot. But when I opened the curtains slightly there was nothing. Confusion struck but then I heard a faint noise that sounded like a voice, I looked down and saw that it was Shane with a few stones in his hand.

I lifted the window and gave him a strange look. What was he still doing here?

"Come to your door please" he begged as he looked at me with those eyes.

I felt a shiver run through me, as we stayed locked with each other. I held up my finger to tell him to give me a minute. I had to check if my dad wasn't awake. I quietly closed the window and crept out of my room and across the hall to my father's room. I slowly peeked through the little crack in the door to see him sprawled out across his bed snoring loudly. I sighed in relief and I carefully made my way down the stairs. As I made my way over to the door I hesitated for a few seconds. What was he going to say to me?. I then opened the door to see him with his head down. He lifted it when I cleared my throat. I moved aside so he could come in and walked into the living room. He followed behind me and sat on the sofa opposite me.

"What the hell Mitchie! Why have you been ignoring me for all this time" came his whispering voice. He sounded so angry and hurt, it made my chest ache.

I flinched slightly at the sudden outburst. "Im sorry" was all I could say. I knew he would be angry, how could I have not expected it. He hated me.

He shook his head and let out a long sigh. "I don't know what I did, but whatever it was im sorry". I looked at him. How could he think it was his fault? He was nothing but perfect to me, he gave me everything I could ever want, he loved me.

"Its not your fault Shane, it never was, it was my own, I was going through a rough patch" I said as I looked at him. As his eyes met mine I felt another shiver.

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "A rough patch, it was hardly a patch if you haven't been speaking to me in almost a year". He was trying to get me to confess, and at this rate it looked like I had to.

"It was my dad ok! After my mom died he began drinking and hitting me, he blamed me for her death, that's why I stopped talking to you, happy now!" I said in a loud whisper and I covered my face with my hands. A sob made its way up my throat as soon as I had closed my eyes. I then felt a large hand on the small of my back. I gasped slightly and turned my head to see that Shane was only inches away from my face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he breathed as he rubbed circles on my back. I felt like electricity had run up my spine as I looked at him. His eyes seemed to soften slightly as he wiped away a few of my tears.

"How could I tell you? I was in such a state I didn't want anyone knowing, it was hard enough having to deal with it all and if I did tell people, they would constantly ask questions, I didn't want that" I said with a small shrug.

He nodded but kept quiet. We were so close that our foreheads were touching, but I had never felt so far away from him. I had kept the truth from him, I had hurt him, I had ignored him, I was surprised that he was actually comforting me.

"Come on" he said as he took my hand and led me outside. We sat down on my porch steps and just looked out into the darkness. I looked at him and watched and the stars reflected off his hazel brown eyes. he was so beautiful. I had missed him. I remember how before everything went bad, we were each other's 24/7. Hardly leaving one another's side. I loved him and he loved me. Everything was perfect. We would spend days on end with each other until he had to leave for tour, he would sometimes fly back to see me when he had a day off and he never failed to call me when he was supposed to, sometimes only to ask me how my day had been. I never deserved the love he gave me, but I am grateful for everything that we shared.

I wanted to forget the bad parts though; it would make things so much easier.

I remember when my mother died Shane came back from whatever country he was in just to hold me, I then realised at that moment how much he really did love me, and it scared me. I was afraid of loosing him. When he went back on tour a few days later, he would try and call to see if I was ok, but I never answered. I thought that if I let him go, I wouldn't have to loose him. It sounds so stupid but at that moment in time it felt like the right thing to do.

I wanted to ask him if he was still touring but I didn't dare in case he thought back to when I rejected his calls and everything, so we just sat there, in a comfortable silence. I feel a gentle nudge against my hand and see that Shane had overturned his own. I think he wanted me to hold his hand. I slowly placed my hand over his and he interlaces our fingers. Our hands fit perfectly together. He looked at me for a few moments. But I was the first one to speak. "Do you hate me, for what I did?"

He looked at me with wide eyes like it was a foreign question. "Hate you?"

I nodded and waited for him to extend his answer. I wanted him to say that he never stopped loving me, but another part of me wanted him to hate me so he wouldn't have to deal with all the shit I go through.

He shook his head. "Even if I tried I couldn't hate you, and believe me I have, when you stopped calling me, I tried so hard to tell myself that you meant nothing to me and that it would be better if I just forgot about you, but I never did".

I nodded again. I didn't know how to answer him. I was glad he didn't hate me. even after everything.

He then looked behind him at my house. "Why do you stay here if your dad abuses you" he sounded so confused. He had a point though, there was nothing holding me back, I could take up Caitlyns offer and just go crash at hers until I found a place. Well, The only thing that was holding me back was my mom's memory. If I left, I would have nothing of hers. You see, when my dads not there, I like to sit in her room and look through all of the old photographs, it makes me feel like she's still here. I just wish she really was.

I shrugged. "I really don't know, I guess I just have false hope that my dad might change" that part was true. I did hope he would change, but like I said, it was false hope. "And if he doesn't, I'll just crash and Caitlyns"

He shook his head. "If he doesn't change, your coming to live with me, I need to know that your safe at all times" he had a look of pure concern in his deep hazel eyes. I made me shiver.

I looked at him. "Im sure I'll be safe at Caitlyns".

"I don't care, if he continues, your crashing at mine, end of" he said sternly. I scoffed, he didn't get to decide what I did, but I didn't question him on it, I really couldn't be bothered to start an argument. I wondered what it would be like to live with him, I didn't know if we would get along, living with someone could be hard, especially if it was Shane. We didn't agree on much.

He squeezed my hand. "Im only looking out for you Mitch" his spoke softly. I sighed, I knew he was, but I didn't like the fact that I had to be looked out for, I was 17, I shouldn't be going through what I do, I should be happy, my life should be fun, but its far from it.

I gave him a small reassuring smile. "I know" I said in a small voice. We just stared into each others eyes for a few moments before I began to lean in, just before our lips touched he pulled away. "not now" he whispered. I swallowed and nodded. I suddenly felt like such a fool, what was I doing? we couldn't just jump straight into this again. I then felt his free arm lock around my waist as he pulled me closer, placing such a gentle kiss on my cheek that I thought he hadn't done it. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second before letting out a small sigh.

"I have to go" he whispered into my ear.

I nodded and slowly stood up. "I'll see you soon Shane" I said as I turned to leave, but he gently grabbed my arm stopping me. the sudden movement caused me yank it away and jump back. He looked at me startled eyes.

"Im not going to hurt you Mitchie" he reassured me as he pulled me into his arms. I nodded and leaned into him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. "Im going to give you my number, call me if you need me" he said before he took my phone from my other hand and dialled his number in. I watched as he speedily typed it in before handing it back to me. "Remember to give me a call," he said sternly with one of his eyebrows raised.

I nodded. "I will". He smiled a small smile and pulled me closer. "I really did miss you Mitchie" he said huskily. He was standing so close again, I felt like he was doing it on purpose just to drive me crazy. He dragged his lips across my jaw line before turning around and walking. I let out a long sigh before walking back into the house.

When I closed the door I leant against the door and bowed my head. "What were you doing" came a low voice causing me to jump up slightly. I looked up to see my fathers figure emerge from the shadows. I sucked in my breath. "Just outside getting some air" I lied. He nodded and for a second I thought he believed me, but as I went to walk past him and up to my room he pulled me back by my hair and threw me to the floor, I gasped as my hands flew to my head.

"Don't lie to me" he hissed as he towered over me. I closed my eyes in preparation. His hand collided with my cheek and I let out a low whimper and a gasp. I heard the noise before I felt it. It hit me like bricks, so sudden and so painful. I removed one of my hands from my hair and cupped my cheek. "I don't want you around that boy anymore" he threatened before giving me one last kick and walking back up to his room. I just lay there, in to much pain to move. My breaths are coming out short and sharp as I try and stand, but I fail miserably as I tumble back onto the ground. I claw through the air to try and find something solid to help me stand, my hand stumbles across the edge of a table, I slowly pull myself from the floor. I have to limp up the stairs because putting to much pressure on my other ankle hurts too much.

When I reach my room I collapse onto the bed and sit there holding my ankle as tears flooded my face. I then remembered my talk with Shane.

"Call me if you need me"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, flicking through my contacts until I found his name. I dialled.

He answered on the fourth ring. "Mitchie?" his voice was concerned with so much worry as well. I bit down on my lip.

Sniffing I answered. "Shane" I began as I looked around the room. "Can you come get me?" that was all I said before I hung up. Looking around one last time at the room I had grown up in I began to pack my bags.

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