12A/N: I am a terrible person... lol. So, new story... MAYBE. As you've seen in the past with me, I have a terrible infamous history of starting new stories then dropping them because I lose interest. And because I have an insanely busy schedule, and have had writers block for over two years, no promises. Plus, this may suck because I haven't been writing in so long (my brain's almost forgotten how to spell, LOL) so... we'll see. Anyways, I will try my best to keep my interest in this story, and keep writing.
Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once, not every chapter, because we all know I don't own CR.
"Mitchie, are you still there?" I could hear Shane's nervous tone on the other end of the line, but I couldn't respond. If I did, he would hear me, and catch us... and that could never happen.
Ignoring Shane's desperate calling of my name, I forced myself to pull the phone away from my ear and slid my hand over the receiver, hoping I would muffle out Shane's voice enough that he wouldn't know what was going on. Huddling in the corner, I held my breath as his footsteps drew closer, hoping that he would be distracted and just pass the two of us by.
I heard the stairs creak, and released the breath I'd been holding almost unconsciously. Waiting until I'd heard his door close just to be safe, I raised the phone again, my ears still listening intently for any noise that would warn me.
"Shane." I hardly dared to even whisper, afraid he'd overhear me somehow. He seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere. On the other end of the line, Shane breathed a sigh of relief at hearing my voice. "He's back. I have to hang up, I can't stay on. He'll find out otherwise." More than anything, I wanted to stay on the phone, to cling to some kind of hope that somehow, Shane would find some way to help us.
"No, no... Mitchie, please don't, just hang on a few more minutes." In the background, I could hear Shane mutter an annoyed growl, and the sound of a car horn honking.
"Shane... what are you doing?" I tensed unconsciously. When I'd called Shane for help, I hadn't known what to expect - I hadn't dared to imagine anything would change, for fear of having my hopes crushed.
"Just hang on Mitchie, okay? You're both going to get out of this, just don't put the phone down." I gave a barely audible gasp, and turned as I felt fingers intertwining with my own, giving my hand a squeeze. Caitlyn's brown eyes were wide as saucers, and I knew she'd overheard Shane.
"Mitch... I don't know if this is a good idea. What will he do... to all three of us?" Caitlyn whispered, gripping my hand tightly. My eyes flickered between Caitlyn's frightened expression and the phone in my hand, inwardly fighting between the two options. I could hang up now, forget about any hope of us ever leaving this house and then he would never even know about what we had done. Unconsciously, my hand tightened around the phone, some part of me unwilling to let go of this fleeting chance at freedom. "You know he'll find out, he always does, please hang up." The girl begged, snatching at the phone. My heart leapt in my throat as I shook my head, desperately moving the phone out of her reach. This was our one shot, our one chance, and I couldn't give it up.
"Caitlyn, if he does, I'll take the blame, you don't need to be involved in this. I was the one who used the phone in the first place, and I'll make sure he knows that. You should go, though, that way he can't associate you with this."
Caitlyn shook her head, scooting closer to me. "No, I wouldn't do that. We are both in this together. I'm just... afraid." She sighed, swallowing nervously. "If he finds out, Mitch..."
"I know." I really did, and it terrified me, but I needed to be strong for her. She'd been strong for me so many times, now was not the time to think about what the future would hold for us if - when - he found out.
"Mitchie?" Faintly I heard Shane's voice through the phone, and quickly tried to quiet the sound.
"Yes?" I hardly dared to utter even one word, because I could hear him moving around upstairs. Caitlyn's wide eyes flickered towards the stairs in fear. No, we're so close, he can't discover us now...
"Get away from the window." Shane's voice was commanding, making it clear that we needed to listen. I frowned, raising my head enough to stare over the couch at the huge, curtained window.
"Why?"
"Just do it, now!" Shane shouted, and I winced, glancing upstairs, ignoring the desperate feeling in my body warning me not to move, but after all this... I had to trust Shane. Grabbing Caitlyn's hand, I jumped up, disregarding her surprised gasp and pulling her towards the other end of the room. Above our heads, I could hear him jump up from his chair, obviously having heard us, and his quick footsteps heading towards the stairs. Tears were at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill - he'd find out now, it was over. Shane was too late... I shouldn't have ignored my survival instincts. They'd kept me and Caitlyn alive up until now, but I'd ignored them. I heard him shout, his footsteps thundering down the stairs, and I couldn't ignore the thought in my head. I shouldn't have listened to Shane.
Tires screeched on the pavement, and through the thick, dark curtains I could just barely make out headlights. Pulling Caitlyn closer, I tried my best to block her.
"Get down!" I didn't bother to lower my voice, pushing her down and turning away from the window, wanting to shield us both from the blow I knew was coming.
The sound of an engine revving up was heard just before suddenly, sunlight was flooding into the always dark house, glass was flying everywhere, and the whole window came crashing down behind us.