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Mikayla's POV

"Mikayla," Brent says when he's done talking to the boys. He walks a little closer and signals me to come to him. Mitchie let's go of me and I walk over to Brent. "I'm sorry I have to do this..." He starts. " I have no choice but to remove you from the remaining dates of this tour. Pack your bags, you're going home." Brent says and I feel my knees go weak. In a matter of seconds on down on my knees with my face in my hands, sobbing. I feel Mitchie's arms around me, trying to hold me. What did I just do?

After I regain my breath I look up at Brent with tear filled eyes. He has a disappointed look on his face but he doesn't speak. "Please, you can't do this." I beg.

"I'm sorry Mikayla but my decision is final." He says.

"That's not fair!" Mitchie claims still holding on to me.

"I saw what happened, there's nothing she can do about it." Brent replies.

"Do you even know why she did it?" Mitchie says as she lets go of me and stands up.

"I don't want to hear it, Mitchie. I suggest you get going because we leave soon."

"Look Brent, I know how you love your little triple threats over there but you could at least try and pretend to care about Mikayla and I. We're always second and third to you!" Mitchie says growing angry.

"You know that's not true!" Brent defends.

"It so is! You'd believe either of them before us two." She says pointing to the both of us. "Right... I get it... It's because I'm the psycho from rehab and she's the drunk... Right?"

"Mitchie calm down." Brent says in a calm voice. "I witnessed what Mikayla did and now she can't take that back"

"Do you know why? No! Because if you ask them they'll tell you that she's just gone crazy... Please hear me out Brent." Mitchie pleads.

"I said I don't want to hear it." Brent replies as her folds his arms in front of him.

"Fine then." Mitchie stands her ground. "If she goes, I go."

"No you won't." I tell Mitchie as I finally have the strength to stand up. "You can't fight my battles baby."

"You have no room to tell me that, Mik! You punched Shane for what her did to ME." Mitchie says.

"That's different." I tell her.

"Mitchie, you can't voluntarily leave this tour. For one you have a contract and secondly you have a camera crew waiting. Unless you want to piss of your fans and your label, I suggest you suck it up and stick it through." Brent says.

"Fuck all of you!" Mitchie says as she stomps of towards our hotel room. "Except Mikayla." She says as she's walking away.

I let her leave because I know she's going to be angry and I still need to talk to Brent. "Are you really going to do this?" I ask him.

"I have no other choice, I'm sorry." He says.

"Why can't you at least listen to why I did it?" I ask him.

"It won't matter. I already made my decision." He says.

The boys are still in the same spot as before watching our conversation. I had regained my cool but when I saw the smirk on Shane's face I went mad... again. I move away from Brent and walk over to Shane. His brothers grab each of his arms just in case he tries something.

"Listen to me closely, Shane. I hope you got what you wanted. I mean it when I say that if you lay even one finger on Mitchie, you will never see the light of day again." I begin but I'm being pushed away by Brent.

"Get off of me!" I tell him. If I'm going to leave this tour I'll leave it right. Brent struggles to hold me back but I break free. "And another thing, I don't know what you told your little brothers you did... but I think they should know the truth. Why don't you tell them how you forced yourself onto my girlfriend? Go on Mr. Perfect, tell them how you kissed her even when she begged you to get off."

I was furious again, just the thought of him touching her. I grab him by the edge of his collars and look at his brothers with death stares. When they let go of him I use all my strength to push him up against the wall. I'm already in trouble so who cares.

"If I find out you even LOOKED at my girlfriend in the next two weeks there will be hell to pay." I say to him. He rolls his eyes and tries to shake free but I pin him up harder. Yes, I'm pretty strong and he's just weak.

"Got it?" I say to him. He doesn't reply so I spit in his face. "I hope you rot in hell, asshole."

This was the most aggressive I have ever been, but something inside me needed to protect Mitchie. She's still fragile. How can he mess with her like that? I walk away from all of them and go back to my hotel room. I don't know what to expect next... just that soon I'm going to have to go.

"Mitchie, open up." I yell as I knock on our hotel room door. I can't tell if she's mad at me or just not hearing me. After a few seconds the door flies open and she throws her arms around me.

"Mikayla you can't go." She cries.

I hold her tightly as I walk into the room. It kills me to see her like this but it's all my fault. "We'll be fine... It's just two weeks." I remind her.

"But it's not fair! You were protecting me." She sobs.

"Brent doesn't care... He has a tour to run and he can't get bad publicity from me." I tell her.

"What about your fans!" She insists.

"I wish I could stay but I can't. He kicked me out babe." I remind her. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead before walking over to my suitcase.

"Just stay... You don't have to perform." She tells me.

"I wish I could but after what I just did after you left... I think it's best that I go." I tell her. "I'm no confident that I won't control myself if I have to face him for two more weeks."

"What did you do?" She asks as she sits down on the bed.

"I kind of pinned him to the wall and spit in his face." I admit.

"You don't have to be so aggressive. He gets the point." She tells me.

"Not only did he force himself on you, Mitch, but he also made you pass out. He's an animal!" I yell. "It's for the best that I leave."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Back to my hotel." I tell her.

"You can go to my parents house you know."

"I think it's best that I stay alone for a few days." I say. "But I'll move in when you get back."

"What will I do without you these next two weeks?"

"You go out and you perform for me and you do a damn good job at it." I smile. I walk over to her and grab her hands in mine. "Then you film a badass documentary that we will watch in bed when you come home to me."

"But I'd rather just be with you." She pouts.

"Two weeks flies by, I promise." I tell her as I kiss her cheek.

"We never got the chance to talk about last night." She says as she looks up at me.

"It was perfect." I tell her. "Best night of my life."

"Was it really?" She asks.

"It was. Was I better than fuck face?" I ask.

"There's no comparison... You had me in cloud nine." She smiles.

"Glad to know there's something else I'm better than him at." I say.

"You're better with your hands than him, that's for sure." She winks.

I love her so much. Why do I have to leave her? I don't want to cry because it will make this moment so such harder to deal with. I take a deep breath and hug Mitchie when I pull back I gently peck her lips then pull away.

"Call me every night, okay?" I tell her.

"Don't leave me." She pouts.

"I love you babe." I say as I walk out. She's calling my name but I can't turn or I'll breakdown. I have to go, I have to pay for what I did. I don't feel guilty for beating the snot out of that asshole, but I feel guilty for doing this to Mitchie. I hope she'll be okay.

...

"You're stupid, you know that!" Margo yells at me about five times as we reach my hotel. The flight back to LA was long… the entire time I had to listen to her bitch. "How do you get kicked out of a tour in its lasts days."

"Get yourself someone who you want to protect and then ask me again." I tell her coldly as I slide the hotel card into the slot. The door opens up to reveal my messy hotel room.

"Just wait til the media has this story running all day!" She says as she throws her suitcase down.

"Could you just shut up already, Margo? I kinda get it okay? I fucked up. Get over it!" I yell.

I throw myself onto the bed and wonder what Mitchie might be doing right now. It's probably late afternoon wherever she is now, I don't remember what our next date was. I'm tempted to turn on the TV and see if anything's up yet, but I'm too scared. Instead I walk over to my suitcase and begin to unpack.

"I'm going to nap if you need me." Margo says as she walks into her room.

"Don't worry, I won't." I tell her.

I throw out all my clothes onto the bed and begin to sift through what needs to be washed and what doesn't. After thirty minutes of neatly organizing things, I decide to just lay out and watch TV... Maybe it will help.

"Breaking news! Early we reported that pop sensation Mikayla Gomez has been removed from the All-star tour and now we have confirmation as to why. A source tells E! that the young starlet was caught physically attacking Connect 3's frontman, Shane Gray." Giuliana, the reporter, says. "What caused the altercation remains unknown."

Of course they already know all about it, and of course they won't say exactly why I did it.

"We have expert in teen psychology, Jim Peters, here tonight to gives us a low down on what could have caused this interesting behavior." Giuliana says.

"Well its clear what happened here," Jim starts. "It's just a matter of jealousy... teenage jealousy. Mikayla has been forced to face her girlfriend's ex for the past two months and it's probably eaten her up inside. Often times teens react in rage when they experience jealousy. This is what I think drove Mikayla's actions."

Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Why is he analyzing my motives or my actions? He's not even correct! Jealousy? More like protecting my girlfriend! Get your damn story straight! Why do they insist of giving their idiotic opinions!

"This is pathetic." I say as I shut off the TV and throw the remote across my room. It hits the wall and breaks, falling down onto my safe... Oh no, my safe. That's the safe where I store my liquor... Why am I so tempted to open it right now?

I slowly rise from my bed and walk over to my safe. I shouldn't do it, I shouldn't open it because the temptation will get to me. But I need something to get my mind off of being away from Mitchie. She'll be mad if I do it, but one time won't hurt me, right? I'm not going to become the same person I used to be, it's just one drink. So many thoughts are flying through my head right now. What if Mitchie forgets about me? What it Shane wins her back? What if Shane takes my girl because I'm not there?

I press the buttons of the safe, entering my four-digit password. A small beep indicates that I have successfully input my key and the door opens up. I stare at the three bottles that sit before me. Two bottles of vodka and one bottle of tequila. This is killing me, I really shouldn't but I do. I grab the vodka bottle and slowly open it up. The smell fills me and I remember the days when this was all I did. I'm better now, I haven't touched one of these since I was hospitalized. I can't do this but I must. I need to drown the pain of missing Mitchie, I need to just for once. She'll understand or better yet, she doesn't have to know.

I sit back onto my bed and begin to drink. The burning sensation in my throat feels good. I look down at my bottle in disappointment but that soon drowns away when I take another sip. It's just one time, I think, just one time.

I can't help but feel bad for Mikayla, can you? This chapter is a little short and i'm sorry for that but i hope you guys don't hate it too much :/ :et me know what you think so REVIEWWW please! If I get enough reviews I will post the next chapter today, deal?

greatpretender27 - i agree that the tour needs to end... it's getting there :P