Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing relating to Camp Rock or its characters. I only own any characters I make up and the plot line. Unfortunately.
A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I stood in front of my window. Everything was exactly like five years ago- my blinds were rolled up and my curtains were pulled back to let the sunlight in, Dylan was off with his friends somewhere, and I was watching from my bedroom window as Shane left Loch Arbour for Hollywood. I could make out two other silhouettes in the limo, presumably Jason and Nate.
I had told my parents and Dylan everything, including what happened that day a few weeks ago at the lake. My dad had looked absolutely murderous when I'd showed them the bruises Shane's hands had left on my arms.
"It's not worth it," I had responded when he'd asked me if I wanted to press charges. If what happened five years ago happened again this time, I would just be a distant memory to Shane by the time Christmas rolled around.
I watched silently as Shane hugged his aunt and uncle good-bye. Even as I saw him load his suitcases and guitar into the trunk, my eyes remained clear. I wouldn't allow myself to hurt over a guy who had hurt me. Shane glanced up at my window, then did a double-take as he realized I was standing there. He raised his hand as if to wave good-bye, a small smile forming on his lips, and I snapped my blinds shut, blocking him out.
A few minutes later, when the doorbell rang, I knew exactly who it would be. I also knew that I probably shouldn't answer it, but I did anyway.
"What do you want?" I demanded, glaring up at him.
"Mitchie, look-"
"No, you look!" I roled up my sleeves to show him the slightly yellowing bruises his hands had left.
"Oh, my God.."
"Yeah, 'Oh, my God' is right! How dare you!" I shrieked shrilly. "How dare you lay a hand on me! I can't believe I trusted you! All you've ever done is get my hopes up, and then hurt me!"
"Mitchie, I'm sorry!" His eyes were pleading, desperate for me to forgive him.
"No, you're not! If you were, you would have come after me that night! You would have followed me!"
"I thought you needed to calm d-"
"Well you thought wrong! You never came at all! Not once during this entire week did you show up on my doorstep trying to apologize!" I was furious now, my hands shaking as I fought the urge to punch him in the face. "I can't believe I actually let myself lo-"
"What?"
"Just get out. Go back to your perfect Hollywood life. See if I care."
"Mitchie, please don't do this."
"Get out! Go away!"
"Mitchie, I refuse to end things between us like this. This is exactly what happened last time, and I don't want to leave here knowing that you hate me. I love you, Mitchie, and I really am sorry." I shook my head slowly, backing out of the doorway.
"Good-bye Shane." I closed the door in his face and watched from the kitchen window as Shane got into the limo and drove off down the street.
Short, I know, but I'll have the first chapter to part two up hopefully within the hour.