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Two Weeks Later
Mitchie's POV
My life is a hectic mess right now. I have been followed around throughout my performances by the documentary crew. They'd got footage of me on stage, off stage, in the dressing room, and even on my tour bus. They got it all and by all I mean me being completely miserable.
You see, Mikayla has yet to answer my calls. I have tried calling her since the day she was forced to leave the tour and since then I have not heard one word from her. I'm actually really worried. I call, I text, I do it all but she shows no signs of life. It's killing me to not hear from her, it's not like we were on bad terms when she left.
How can she avoid me for two weeks straight? I need to hear her voice again, I need to have reassurance that she is okay... that we're okay. I've been trying to do a good job of pretending to be okay for the cameras. Of course sometimes I fail but for the most part I pretend to be happy. I'm not happy at all. I miss my girlfriend, a lot. I need her more than I have ever needed anyone. She keeps me strong, she helps me fight through my issues... but where is she now?
"Hello?" Dallas answers through the other line. She's the only one who can help me right now.
"Dal, it's me." I say when she speaks.
"I know that, Dem." She says. "What's up?"
"I need your help." I say as I begin to cry. I'm in the comfort of my bunk right now. No cameras.
"I'm kind of busy, sis." She says. "But what's wrong?"
"Mikayla... She won't answer my calls." I tell her.
"Still?" She asks. I had texted her a week ago about it and she said to give it time... Well I did and now I'm back where I started.
"Yes, I'm worried." I say sobbing. It's a surprise she's able to understand me.
"Why would she ignore you?" Dallas asks.
"I don't know, Dallas!" I choke out. "Please just make sure she's alive or something."
"How do I do that?" She asks.
"Go to her hotel." I suggest.
"Mitchie, I want to help you but don't you come back tomorrow? You'll see her then."
"My last show is tomorrow." I tell her. "Please, Dal. I need you."
"I'm on my way." Dallas says. "Text me the hotel's address and I'll see what's up."
"I love you. Thank you." I say as I hang up.
I text Dallas then set my phone aside and take a deep breath. Everything is going to be okay, I say to myself. Suddenly my phone is ringing again and I assume it's Dallas so I just answer it.
"I just texted you the address, Dal." I say into the phone.
"What?" I hear a voice. Her voice.
"Babe, you're alive!" I nearly scream.
"Of course I'm alive." She says sounding a little weird.
"Why are you ignoring my calls, Mikayla?" I ask.
"I don't ignore you." She stutters. This can't be... She's... She's drunk.
"Mikayla, have you been drinking?" I ask.
"What? No!" she says obnoxiously.
"Mik, you promised." I start to cry. She promised me that she would stop, that she would never do this again.
"Mitchie, baby, listen." She says slowly. "I miss you."
"How long have you been drinking, Mikayla?" I ask growing furious.
"Don't worry about that." She tells me. "Just listen."
I want to hang up on her but then I hear a few chords of a guitar being sloppily played. Next thing I know she's singing to me over the phone.
It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
"What the hell was that?" I ask her when she stops playing.
"I wrote you a song." She stutters.
"Mikayla, what the fuck? You promised you wouldn't drink anymore." I cry.
"I'll stop." She says loudly.
"It's too late now." I tell her. "How long?" I ask.
"Not long." She answers.
"How long?" I ask again growing angry.
"Since I got here." She says slowly and that's when I'm sobbing. I hang up the call and look down at my hands. She lied to me. She lied to me and she's avoided me. I can't believe her.
Dallas POV
"Okay, I'm here." I say to Mitchie on the phone as she finally answers her call.
"Forget it." She says coldly.
"Why? I'm already walking to her room." I tell her.
"She's drunk Dallas. She promised she wouldn't do that again." I hear my sister crying. She's hurt.. I told Mikayla not to hurt her.
"I'll talk to her." I say to Mitchie.
"Dallas I need you." She cries.
"Demi, don't you dare hurt yourself you hear me?" I say knowing my sister's weak voice when I hear it.
"I'll talk to you later." She says as she hangs up on me.
I don't know how to feel so I bang on the door when I reach Mikayla's room. After a few minutes I hear someone fumbling towards the door and it opens to reveal a beat up Mikayla. Not physically beat up but I could tell she was an emotional wreck. She has an over sized t-shirt that goes down mid thigh. One hand holds the door open while the other holds a half full bottle of what I think is vodka.
"Dallas?" She asks her face growing confused.
"That's right." I said as I walked into the room.
She closed the door behind me. "What are you doing here?" She asks. She sounds drunk.
"I came to see why the hell you're ignoring my sister." I tell her. "But it's clear why now."
"I'm not ignoring her." She says shaking her head.
"Mikayla, don't play dumb with me. She's been calling me since last week, worried that something happened to you. But instead you're here, drinking like an idiot."
"My phone died." She lies. I can tell she's lying , she's not very good at it.
"Cut the bullshit with me, Mikayla. I have enough drunk friends to know you've been in this damn hotel the entire time just drinking. What the hell is going on with you?" I say to her.
"I don't fucking know." She says as she shakes her head. "I miss her." She says as she puts the bottle down. She stumbles over to the bed and puts her face between her hands. "I'm such a fuck up."
"You are." I say so she doesn't hear me. "I told you not to hurt my sister, Mikayla."
"I just don't know what to do." She cries. "This is the only way I know to deal with pain."
"You're hurting her by doing this." I tell her. "She's breaking because of you. Everything she's worked hard to fix. I suggest you sober up and you make things right or I swear I will never let you hear from her I again."
"I need her." Mikayla yells.
"Then do something about it Mikayla, don't just fucking sit here and make things worse. Get off your drunk ass, sober up and go see my sister. She needs you right now. I could hear the weakness in her voice and she needs someone, that someone is you."
"She hates me." Mikayla cries.
"I'm about to fucking slap you, seriously. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass to Louisiana. She has one last show... You have one chance Mikayla, don't blow it. You're lucky I was starting to like you or else you wouldn't be getting a chance at all."
"But she doesn't want me there."
"Then you go and you fight for her! How the hell did you grow the balls to punch a Gray if you can't even man up to fight for your girlfriend?"
"Don't say that." She says as she stands up. "I have to make this right."
For someone who's drunk, she does a good job of understanding. It's probably something she got used to after years of secretly drinking.
"Here, let's get you in the shower so you can sober up." I say as I lead her to the bathroom. She begins to undress so I go to grab a water bottle that she can drink to sober up.
I help her take a shower while she remains only in her underwear. This is awkward but I know she cares about Mitchie and that's the only reason i'm helping her. Thirty minutes later she's finally good enough to go.
I drive her to the airport and by the time we reach it she's perfectly sober. "I really fucked up, didn't I?" She asks me as I near the airport.
"Um, you think?" I ask.
"She's not going to take me back." She says as she looks out the window.
"She cares about you too much to let you go like that. She'll probably be mad or pretend to not care but eventually she will forgive."
"And what if she doesn't?" she asks turning to me. "What if I ruined everything?"
"You can't afford to think like that." I tell her. "You get your ass over there and you fight for her, you hear me? She needs you right now. She really needs you."
"I'm sorry, Dallas." She says after a while. "I know you hate me."
"I don't hate you. Trust me, if I did the last thing I would want to do was help you." I say.
She exits my car and just looks at me. "Go, damn it!" I yell at her and she takes off running.
Mikayla's POV
I really fucked up this time. I thought I messed up the day I got hospitalized, but today is much worse. That one time turned into everyday for the past two weeks. I do have a problem, I know and now I'm probably going to lose the best thing because of it.
I somehow managed to get to Louisiana in time for Mitchie's next show. It took a plane, a cab and a hell lot of running to get here but I'm finally standing in front of the venue she's to play tonight. I don't know what to do. I can't just barge in there, I'm kind of not allowed inside. I also can't just pull Mitchie aside and say I'm sorry, I have to make her know that I apologize.
I have a bouquet of flowers in my hand that I bought at the airport, but this is nowhere close to enough. I spot a few fans who are waiting outside the venue and make my way towards them.
"Mikayla?" They ask as I near them.
"Yup, that's me." I say.
"Wow! What are you doing here?" They all ask in surprise.
"I came to win my girlfriend back." I tell them.
"Wait, you and Mitchie broke up?" They ask.
"No." I admit. "But I messed up and I need to prove to her I'm sorry."
"Why don't you just go in then? Why are you out here?"
"Because I'm not allowed to just walk in like I'm still part of the tour. The only thing I can do is go in like a fan."
"You should check the bus where the buses are then. I know some fans are back there hoping to see her come out of her bus." They suggest.
"She's in her dressing room waiting for soundcheck" I tell them. I know this from experience.
"Oh." They look at each other and then back at me. "We have an extra soundcheck pass if you want it."
"Wait, really?" I ask in surprise.
"Yeah, I mean how often do you get he chance to help your favorite singer make up with your other favorite singer." One of them said laughing.
"Not often, I guess." I say.
"Here." The tallest one said handing me their extra pass.
"Wait, I owe you like really badly." I say. "What do y'all want?"
"Can we meet Mitchie if you guys make up?" one of the asks. Two girls hit her in the arm and she shrugs.
"Sure." I say to them.
A few minutes later we are being escorted into the building and into the seats for Mitchie's soundcheck. I have never been in the audience for this before.
"Hey do you guys have a free poster I can use by any chance?" I ask.
"Sure." One of the girls hands me her poster and lets me use the back of it.
'Baby, cause without you there's nothing left of me... I know i messed up but what can I do to show you I'm sorry?' I write onto the poster. I know this wouldn't be enough but it was a start.
After a while the lights went down and Mitchie appeared. She looked sad but she had a fake smile that fooled everyone but me. This sight was killing me. I'm the reason she feels this way. I hate myself for it.
Mitchie sings a few songs before beginning her q&a. I'm glad I'm seated in the back row so she can't recognize me yet.
"Mitchie, what do you do to stay strong?" A girl in the middle row asks her.
"I just tell myself that I'm beautiful when in having a bad day. It's also helpful to have someone who helps you through everything." I see her eyes sparkle with sadness as she says those last words.
"Have you been writing new material lately?" Someone else asks.
"I'm always writing new material." She answers.
"Any songs about Mikayla?" One girl a row or two away from me asks.
"Plenty of those." She answers quickly.
"What do you think about Mikayla getting kicked out of the tour?" Someone asks.
"There's so much more to it than what you hear. I think it's bull." She says.
The girl next to me who gave me the pass raises her hand just like we planned. I look down so Mitchie doesn't recognize me. I wait until she speaks to finally look up.
"If Mikayla was here right now, what would you tell her?" She asks like I had asked her to.
"I don't think I want to disclose that." She says as nicely as possible. This wasn't exactly the answer I hoped for but it was good enough. I stood up from my seat and held up my sign above my head. I watched as Mitchie's eyes read the sign. She looked confused until she looked down and saw me.
"Mikayla?" She asks in complete shock.
"I know you're not happy with me right now, but I love you and I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted." I say to her as loud as possible so she can hear me. Everyone is staring at me.
She just stares at me and instantly takes off running towards back stage, crying. I scoot through the people in my row and run towards the stage. I climb on before security can get to me and take off in the direction that Mitchie went.
"Which way?" I ask as I pass one of her roadies. He pointed left and I followed. Instantly I knew where I was. This was the venue that we had to reschedule because of the storm. This was the town where I lost my virginity to Mitchie.. and where I fucked everything up too.
"Mitchie!" I yell as I can see her running in front of me. She opens some doors and I can see the sky. I follow behind her and instantly I'm outside. I spot her bus and I make my way towards it. I'm going to fight for her.
"Mitch." I say as I enter the bus. I know she's in here because I can hear her sobs.
"Go away Mikayla." She says. I reach her bunk and slid her curtain open. she curled up in a ball.
"Babe, please." I say as I put my hand on her shoulder but she shakes it off.
"No, don't touch me." She screams.
"I know I messed up and I'm sorry."
"Get out!" She says.
"Not until you let me talk." I say. "Mitchie I know I fucked up and I know I hurt you and I feel like shit because of it. I know you hate me right now. I know I disappointed you and quite frankly I disappointed myself."
"How could you lie to me like that? How could you ignore me?" She cries.
"I don't know what got into me. It was only supposed to be one drink."
"You need help Mikayla, I can't be with you like this." She says as she uncurls.
"I want to get help." I say honestly.
"You need treatment." She says. "Wait, what?"
"I said I want to get help. If that's the only way I can keep you then I will do it. I can't lose you, I love you."
"You mean that?" She asks as she sits up.
"With every fiber in my being. I don't care if I lose my career over it... I'll do this for us." I say. "I know I need help, I know I do."
"Mikayla... I..." She starts to say but I cut her off by bringing my lips on hers. She tasted so good but she pulled away. "Mikayla, I messed up too." She says.
"What do you mean baby?" I ask.
She closes her eyes and then shows me her wrists. In each arm is the sign of relapse. This is my fault.
"This is all my fault." I say as I bring my head between my hands.
"I'm never going to be 100%." She says as she gets on her knees and begins to rub my shoulder. "I'm weak too."
"No you're not. You're stronger than this. I'm the reason you relapsed babe." I say shaking my head.
"You're the reason I didn't relapse earlier." She says. "You kept me together and missing you just shattered me. Last night I couldn't stay strong."
"Because of me." I say. "Damn, Mitchie. We're like fire and gasoline."
"I'm no good for you and you're no good for me." She sings.
"But tonight I'm going to love you like there's no tomorrow." I sing back. "Mitchie, will you forgive me?"
She wraps her arms around my neck and straddles me. She kisses me lightly then pulls back. "Don't you ever leave me like that, Mikayla." She says before kissing me.
"Um, I kind of promised some of your fans that you could meet them if they helped me get into the soundcheck." I say as I pull back.
"I can meet them later." She says. "Right now I need you."
"I'm right here baby, and I'm never going anywhere." I tell her.
"No, Mik... I NEED you," She says as she thrusts slowly into me and pushes me down. I knew exactly where this was going and damn did it feel good. We should get in fights more often if this is the aftermath.
Just wanted to say... can you imagine having Selena or Demi show up while you're waiting in line to see the other? I would probably cry! Anyway.. i hope you guys liked the chapter and are liking the story so far. Good so far? (Eh, yay, nay?) REVIEW please :D
P.S. towards the end.. if there are any country fans who know Chris Young, i used a few of the lyrics to his song Tomorrow... thought it was fitting :P