... Hehehe... Um Wow, It's been a while... I'd just like to apologize for the year and a half that I've been AWOL and I hope I can be forgiven.
Suefanficlover- I completely agree... though sadly things are going to have to get a bit rough soon. There will definitely be a lot of secrets, stress, and madness.
Rocky94- I'm glad you enjoyed it. I write for the sole purpose of provoking an emotion not unlike an actual event.
DixieLovez- Sorry, I just couldn't write for the longest time, but I'm hoping that with this chapter, I'll make my way back into the business.
randomunionjack- I concur. It's absurd that anyone could even imagine an instance where the two would be seperated! Then again, there are reasons.. Guess you'll just have to see :D
Guest 8/11/2014- Aw thanks ;w; I will definitely do so, though unfortunately I can't promise it to be done in a timely manner.
Guest 8/20/2014- Yes, I remember I updated so because it was Demi's birthday, it's easy to remember because it's so close to mine :D
Guest 8/22/2014- I'll do my best ;)
Guest 8/26/2014- Hey, that was my... 17th birthday I believe. And thank you :)
Guest 9/07/2014- How am I supposed to think that when I never got the invite? :P I guess I'll just have to assume the funeral never happened and you're still doing well. I'd rather not think otherwise.
Guest 9/21/2014- Sorry it took so long, but at least I didn't completely ditch it
the bad ass- hehe, that was senior year, graduation, moving out, starting college.., so at least I hadn't been just lazing around saying "screw the world" right?
Guest 1/24/2015- Consider it done :D
Guest 1/30/2015- I'm glad to hear that
Guest 2/03/2015- Aw well I'm glad you like it, it was actually because of this review that I started writing this chapter last February, sadly I kept getting distracted and couldn't seem to write, so it wasn't finished until now. If you notice any kind of change half-way through the chapter in the writing, it's because it went a year without being touched.
lover101- thanks, I'll try.
Guest 2/19/2015- All right.
Guest 2/19/2015- okay
Guest 8/03/2015- thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
Guest 8/03/2015- Sure thing.
Guest 0/18/2015- I love hearing that though, I'm so sorry you had to wait, I'll try to be more consistent from now on.
Guest 11/28/2015-Thanks, me too :D
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Mitchie's POV
"Mitchie!" Selena called after me for the third time but I wasn't slowing my pace. I had walked right out the door of their house and down the street. I didn't have a destination in mind, but it didn't matter, I just needed some space and some time to think.
"Mitchie, Please!" She called again from right behind me. With a mental sigh I stopped and turned to face her crossing my arms over my chest. I knew that to any onlookers I would seem like the average devil-may-care teen who didn't care to hear what their parent had to say, but to be honest it's how I felt at the moment.
"What." I said with a bit of malice in my tone.
"Mitchie, listen. I know you don't like this idea but I think it's for the best. It might be just what Alex needs-"
"What Alex needs? Look Selena, I know you and I know you're usually a great parent, but right now, you're not doing so good. Can't you see that what Alex needs is time? Maybe some space and a person to listen, not isolation at her uncle's and the kind of treatment a juvenile delinquent would receive. You guys are going way off the bend, and you're acting like she's been ignoring you for months or something! This was one instance and you guys are flying off the handle! Imagine if she seriously did need your help with something and you just shipped her off with her uncle just because you didn't think you could handle it."
"That's not why-" She started but I cut her off again.
"YES, IT IS WHY! It's exactly what you're doing; the minute something pops up you're immediate response is to hand her off to her uncle like she's some problem you don't feel like solving. Well guess what, Alex is not some problem that needs to be fixed, she's your daughter. Abandoning her isn't the way to fix things. I would know." I said the last part so softly that I wasn't sure she even caught it.
"Oh, honey, we're not abandoning her, we would never do that, but-"
"But what? How is this not abandoning her? How is this not exactly what they did? Do you honestly believe that this will fix things? Do you honestly think your guys' relationship isn't going to fall apart the minute you pack her bag and send her off? Tell me this Selena, What can Justin do for her that you can't?" I could tell the woman was at a loss for words, and I wasn't exactly surprised.
"I rest my case." I turned on my heel and continued on my random path not hearing a single noise from behind me.I had just turned the corner when my phone went off. I took it out to find that I had a text from Demi. I was about to ignore it because I didn't feel like talking to either parent, but then I remembered that Demi had given her phone to Alex to use for the time being since that paparazzi dude had broke hers.
The usual place? -Alex
I stared at my screen a bit contemplating it before quickly typing a response.
Yeah, we need to talk. -Mitchie
Alex's POV
I approached the lonely large oak tree that protruded from the ground near an old canal that was filled with water. The sun was shining reflecting off the water that was flowing steadily along. Grass covered the small hill that lead up to the canal but ended right at the top where a dirt trail was snaking alongside the water. It was a place that was just a little out of town, not too terribly far from my house, but not anywhere we'd ever spotted anyone else. It was a spot we used to go to as children when they wanted to go on adventures or be on our own. Often times it was where I'd find Mitchie with her knees up to her her chest and tears streaming down her face. It was like our sanctuary, and neither of us thought that could ever change.
I spotted my girlfriend sitting under the tree with her elbow propped up by one knee while her other laid straight in the grass. She was facing the other direction a distant look in her eyes like she was remembering something that took her from the present.
"Hey." I spoke, pulling her away from her thoughts. The brunette looked up at me as I walked over to her before plopping down on the ground beside her.
"Hey," She turned to look at me. "Alex, what's going on?" She asked with a pleading look. Guess we're not going to be beating around the bush. I sighed running a hand through my hair. What was I supposed to do? It didn't look like anyone was around, so how could Connie ever figure out if I tell her? If anything this would be the best time, but then again, if I tell her she'll probably want to call the cops, or tell my parents. Not to mention all the unnecessary stress and fear it would cause. Would it provoke another panic attack? Maybe it'd be best not to tell her.
"Nothing to worry about." I finally said and it was obvious she didn't believe me. Hell, I wouldn't believe me.
"Nothing to worry about?" She parroted, sounding annoyed. "Alex where were you last night? I had thought you went home! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I got home and your parents were asking me where you were? Or how the nagging feeling just got worse as the night went on? How it took me hours to fall asleep because all I wanted to do was go out there looking for you? And now here you are in front of me, your parents want to send you away and you're telling me that it's 'nothing to worry about?'"
"Mitchie it's not like that-" She cut me off.
"Then what is it? Alex, if this really was nothing to worry about then you would have just told me. I know you, and the only time you're not willing to tell me something is when you're either mad at me or you don't want to worry me. I don't like either of those things, but either way it's making me mad and more worried. So please, just tell me what happened." I looked down at my lap as I played with the hem of my shirt. I didn't know what to do. I didn't like keeping anything from Mitchie, especially when she can usually read me like an open book, but was this really the sort of thing to tell her?
"You're right. I should have just told you off the bat, but you have to promise not to get mad at me." I told her finally meeting her gaze. She seemed to contemplate my offer for a moment before agreeing to my terms.
"Alright, so after I left the school yesterday, I ran into Dallas…" I explained to her everything that happened up until she had dropped me off.
"Wow, Dallas has said a few things here and there about Selena, but I guess I never really believed it." She said after she had listened to what I had to tell her.
"Yeah, I know, it's like a whole other universe or something." I agreed. Mitchie frowned slightly and her brows furrowed.
"But... That doesn't really explain everything."
"What do you mean?" I tried to looked genuinely confused.
"Something else must have happened, None of that would warrant what happened last night, plus you came home hours after Dallas said she was going to drop you off. What happened after that?" I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my hair. I couldn't tell her. She would just get involved and I couldn't let that happen. I had to protect her in any way I could.
"Nothing happened."
"Alex..." I stared into her eyes knowing she wasn't going to stop. She was far too persistent for that.
"I... I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone, Mitch, you have to believe me, If I were to say anything everything will fall apart, I just need you to trust me on this." She observed me for a bit, studying my very soul as if she could read my every thought.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" She asked.
"No." I lied through my teeth. She stayed silent resuming her analysis for what seemed like an hour, but was really only a minute.
"All right. I won't ask anything more, but you have to promise that the second things are looking bad, you will tell either me, or one of your parents."
"I promise." Another lie. I hated doing it, but I had no choice in the matter. I'd rather have her hate m than let that woman get her.
Mitchie's POV
She's lying. I can always tell when Alex is lying, nothing has ever gotten passed me when I came to her, but I didn't call her out on it. It really seemed like something serious and it scared me, but if she was honest at any point through that conversation, it's when she told me that she couldn't say anything. My mind raced with all the possibilities; all of the worst-case scenarios played through my head. She could be in trouble with the law, or someone she couldn't cross, she could be hiding something that could get herself hurt, but I know Alex wouldn't do anything stupid, at least, not without a good reason.
I was seriously worried, I mean how could I not be? I have never seen her like this. Alex was never one to back down from anyone and almost never showed any fear, but looking into her eyes now, all I could find was a hint of concern and an abundance of terror. Something was shaking her to the bone, and all I wanted to do was have her hold me and tell me all her troubles and worries and find that there's really nothing to be afraid of. Obviously that wasn't going to happen.
The two of us sat there for a good while before we decided it was time to head back. We had each other now, and when we were together, nothing could stop us. She she held my hand with her own as we made our way back into the city and I watched the scenery around us trying to pretend like nothing had happened.
People sometimes get these moments in life, where they can just tell that there's going to be a hell of a storm before they can see the sun again, and this, for me, was one of them. There's a storm brewing on the horizon, probably the worst I've ever seen, and I'm standing outside with nothing to save me but a flimsy old umbrella.