Because of you
Chapter 12
My eyes scanned through the article over and over again. No, no, no! This could not be happening! Stupid fucking paparazzi, always had to be everywhere, and why photograph me! I wasn't even famous. But of course, as I used to date Shane people thought I was still interesting and that there might still be something going on between us too. And now with these pictures people are definitely going to think there is something there. I looked at Caitlyn helplessly as she stared down at me, her eyes apologetic. "This is all my fault" she whispered. I sighed and through the magazine across the room.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I gripped my hair. "Stupid paparazzi, like fucking rats" I hissed under my breath as I paced around the room. I dashed over to the magazine and re-read the article, carefully processing the words.
Ex girlfriend of Shane grey was very recently seen buying a pregnancy test. She was also seem a few days ago with Shane grey but things didn't look so great, maybe she was breaking the news that she might be pregnant with his child? Who knows? This will definitely not be good for he Band.
Shit. I groaned and slammed it down on the coffee table; I looked at Caitlyn who was being awfully quiet. "They think im having Shane's baby!" I shrieked. Why did things always have to go bad when things were starting to go right, even though Caitlyn being pregnant was not a great thing, but at least Nate didn't scream and kick off at her, that was a good thing, and me and Shane were 'friends', that was also a good thing (kind of). But now this? Of all things, me, pregnant, and they had my picture in the magazine, everyone reads this, and I didn't want paparazzi following me around asking if I was carrying Shane's baby, I hadn't even slept with him for heavens sake. He wore a purity ring! "What am I going to do?" I asked.
She shrugged, she was, crying. "I don't know, im so sorry, this is all my fault" she sobbed as she fell onto my couch. I looked at her confused, why was she crying so much over this, sure it was a horrible situation but I wasn't crying, and I was the one with my picture in a magazine, and to make things worse I looked dreadful, not an attractive sight.
"Caity, why are you crying?" I asked as I sat next to her. She nodded and cupped her face with her hands, chocking slightly.
"Because, if I hadn't cheated on Nate and got pregnant you wouldn't be on this mess, it's all my fault" her head fell on my shoulder as her whole body shook. I sighed and rubbed circles on her back. "Im so sorry" she chocked out. I didn't know if she was apologising for the story or for what she did, but I didn't question her, she would only cry more. My phone ringing broke the moment.
When I picked it up I groaned loudly, it was Shane. I looked at Caitlyn and she mouthed 'sorry' again. "Hi Shane" I said quietly as I swallowed.
"Mitchie" he hissed. "Why did I walk past a window today selling magazines and your picture was on the front?" he asked in a hushed voice, like he didn't want anyone to hear.
"Maybe because they wanted me to be on the cover" I joked lamely. I heard him sigh on the other line and my eyes fell to my feet. "It wasn't for me," I told him honestly. I didn't know if he was going to believe me because recently he hadn't been showing me that he trusted me all that much.
"Then who was it for Mitchie?" he yelled in frustration. I winced at the loudness of his voice. He really did think I was pregnant, I felt like screaming at him, but what good would that do, not a lot really.
"haven't you spoke to Nate?" I asked, when he huffed out a no I continued. "I was buying the tests for Caitlyn because she didn't want to get recognised, so I went, but obviously the paparazzi were lurking around somewhere and snapped a picture of me" I sighed as I thought back to how I couldn't have noticed them.
"Caitlyns pregnant?" he asked, I heard worry in his voice. "But she hasn't slept with Nate" he informed me. "Does he know? Is he ok with it? Does he know who the father is?" he was speaking so fast I only caught a few words of each question, but I could figure it out.
I nodded. "Caitlyn is pregnant, Nate knows, of course he's not ok with it, she cheated on him Shane, and no he doesn't know who the father is, I don't even know if she does, she told me that she brought someone home the other night after we went out" I told him sadly. I still couldn't process how careless my best friend had acted, I mean seriously, she was not that sort of person, she never did reckless things like that.
I heard him swallow. "She brought someone home?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to read his tone. He sounded, scared? but I just shook it off and concentrated on the conversation.
"Well, she said she did, I didn't see him though, good thing too, I would have beat that kids ass if I woke up to see him naked on my couch" I shuddered at the thought, Shane suppressed a laugh. I smiled slightly at the sound, I missed his laugh, I hadn't heard it in a while. I found myself thinking back to camp, when we were happy and things weren't so complicated. I sighed and I stopped my thoughts and concentrated on his voice.
"Mitchie I have to go, I'll see you at the weekend ok?" he said softly and I couldn't help but grin widely, flashing my teeth.
"See you at the weekend Shane" I replied as I hung up. I looked at Caitlyn who was sitting there with a dazed expression. "Is everything ok?" I asked.
"Everything's fine" she snapped and her head whirled to me.
Confusion swept across my face. "Jeez, sorry I spoke" I muttered as I held my hands up in defence. I watched as the scowl slowly dropped from her lips only to be replaced by a frown, she looked at me and said something I didn't catch before getting up and walking into the spare bedroom. I stared at the door, trying to figure out what had just happened, what had I said to get her so pissed? I mean, did I say anything to upset her? I don't think I did. Anyway, I had bigger things to worry about, being prepared for the boys this weekend, I mean, they were al coming down for an event but they were coming to see me, so I needed to clean, I had to have my fridge fully stacked (Shane like to eat, and when I say liked, I mean eating was like a sport to him). I glanced at the door where Caitlyn had just stormed through before walking into the kitchen. I opened my fridge and just like I thought, it was bare, the only thing in there was a tub of butter and a slice of cheese. I sighed and shut it, I couldn't shake my thoughts as to why Caitlyn was angry, but I didn't need that right now, I had to think about how I was going to get out of my house without being bombarded with paparazzi shouting questions at me.
"Im going to get some food" I shouted curtly before slipping on some sunglasses and a hat and walking out the door, slamming it behind me. I was angry at her, she didn't even have a reason to snap at me like that, I had been her shoulder to cry on these past two days and now she decides to be angry with me, well, fuck her, she wasn't my biggest concern right now. (I sound like such a shit friend)
Quickly dashing around the store I stack things in my basket. The only thing that plagued my mind is what Shane likes eating, I was so much bothered with Jason and Nate, even though I picked them up something. When I was finished, I impatiently waited as the lady at the check out counter scanned my items, when she was finally finished, my eyes bulged when I saw the number on the screen, holy shit. I dig through my purse and gave her the exact change, well I was cleared out for the whole week. Lugging my bags all the way back to my apartment was a terrible struggle, one of the handles broken so I had to haul it over my shoulder, praying the other wouldn't break otherwise I would have a puddle of milk surrounding me. as I barged through my doors I see Caitlyn sitting on the couch with tears once again down her cheeks, I feel a twinge in my heart but I just walk past her and intot he kitchen where I dump the bags on the side. I let out a breath of relief as the pressure releases from my hands. "Fucking Plastic" I mutter.
"Mitch?" comes a small feminine voice. I sigh and turn to face Caitlyn. "Im sorry for snapping at you earlier, I guess" she sighs, trying to find the right words to say. "Im just not in the best of states, I mean, the pregnancy and Nate , im, just confused and upset, I don't even know if im going to keep the baby" she whispered.
I looked at her distraught. "You cant have an abortion, I wont let you, we'll figure this out ok?" I reminded her. She smiled warmly at me, happy that I still cared, but I could still see the sadness in her eyes, I knew she was worried about Nate and what was going to happen when they next saw each other. "Things will be ok" I whispered to her as I placed one hand on her shoulder. She nodded and turned to walk out, throwing me a small smile before disappearing behind the door. I then place my hand on my forehead, I should have asked her to help me in pack all the groceries, but then I realise I should let her rest, she hasn't had the best of days. So I pull out my phone and dial someone's number who I know will help.
20 minutes Later Amy and Trish burst through the door loudly, I put my finger to my lips then point to the spare room. "Caitlyn is sleeping"
Trish looked confused. "At 4 in the afternoon, Is she sick or something?" she asked looking at the door.
"I guess you could say that" I said sadly. I then pointed to all the shopping. "Right you need to help me pack away all this shopping, and don't book anything for this weekend because you will be helping me with being good hosts for Shane, Nate and Jason, ok?" I asked them. They nodded and put there hands to their heads in like a salute, I laughed and pushed them closer to the carrier bags.
When we were finally finished un-packing the bags we fell onto the sofa with a glad of wine in our hands, I swear as long as I kept hanging around with Trish my liver would eventually fail. I just laughed at the thought and took a sip of my cup.
"Christmas is soon" Amy squeaked as she took a small sip from her glass and placed it on the table, the sparkle in her eyes reminded me of a little boy's when he opened up his present to see a shiny new bike, pure and utter joy.
I laughed. "We still have a month and a half left Amy, thank god, im skint" I breathed out. It was true, I had spent all my money on the shopping a maybe a new dress for when Shane and his brothers came, anyway, I think I deserved it.
Trish rolled her eyes as usual. "I don't get what the big fuss is about Christmas, we give each other presents and eat until we feel like our stomach is going to burst, its not really a big deal, all im doing is going to see my family this christmas" she shrugged. Trish had such a wonderful family, and I was envious because she didn't seem to care. I met her family once, we decided to leave New York and stay with her parents in Pennsylvania. They were so welcoming and I was grateful, but I didn't feel welcome, they were kind and affectionate, it made me miss my old family, before everything went wrong. Amy went to stay with her brother as her parents died in a car crash, he was all she had left, but she didn't mind, she loved her brother like a son, well, she did have to raise him on her own, that's why she was the more responsible one.
Me on the other hand, I would be spending Christmas alone.
Amy gasped. "The big fuss about Christmas is that you get to spend it with your family, you share stories, drink egg nog, exchange wonderful gifts and just be together, it's an amazing time of the year, nothing compares to it" she finished. She then turned to me. "Is everything ok Mitch?" she asked.
I realised I had big wet tears rolling down my cheeks. I nodded and sniffed. "Im fine, I just, your speech, it got me all emotional" I tried to suppress a convincing smile but all that came was a very awkward crooked one, it was barely a smile, it looked more like I was in pain. Trish raised her eyebrows at me and was about to say something before Caitlyn walked out the room stretching her arms. She yawned and sat next to me on the sofa. She snatched the glass of win out of my hand and downed it. "Do you really think you should be drinking" I hissed under my breath so only she could hear, luckily Trish and Amy had jumped into a conversation about their plans for Christmas.
She looked at me. "Calm down, it's one drink, it's not going to do any harm" she scoffed before getting up and walking into the kitchen. I sighed and shook my head. My phone then began to buzz in my pocket. I struggled to get it out of my tight jeans but when I did I answer quickly.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello, is this Mitchie Torres?" asked a voice that I had never heard before.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "This is She, may I ask who is calling" I put on my best professional voice.
"This is Doctor Clayton, I am afraid to say that we have news regarding you father" he said, sadness in his voice.
I closed my eyes and my breathing slowed. "What kind of news?" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion and nerves.
"Im terribly sorry" he began. "But he was found earlier this evening in his house, he was reported dead at the scene". I stopped breathing. He was dead. The only family I had left was dead. When I didn't respond he spoke again. "Im sorry". I didn't answer, I just hung up and dropped my phone on the floor, causing Amy and Trish's attention to fall on me. My dad was dead. I was alone. He may have been a complete ass hole but he was my dad, and he was gone, forever.
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