A/N: Hey. Didn’t realize it’d been so long since I’ve updated… well here’s chapter 7. Enjoy!

Anon: Thanks… as it turns out, he lied about his medical condition to get attention from this girl he likes, he really isn’t dying… Needless to say, we aren’t friends anymore. But, not going into that. Thanks for reading and your compliment. I’m glad you like it so far. You’re probably about as interested to see where I go with this as I am… I didn’t plan on Mike being shot… but I now have been inspired with a whole new idea for this story… keep reading and I hope you like it

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Tina101: You will if you keep reading

HELENz: Thanks. Glad you liked it

Peter Henderson: Well in the show, Angela left for Europe with her father and left Shawn in Philadelphia and he was going to move to New York with Cory, Topanga, and Eric. In my story, this is not so. What happened between Shawn and Angela in my story will be revealed in time. I’m glad you like it though and hope you keep reading

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Disclaimer: I do not own Boy Meets World or any characters except Mike

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Click, click, click. The sound of my feet on the sidewalk. Where was I going? Who knows. Not me. I quickly made my way down the street, periodically glancing over my shoulder, a habit I’d grown accustomed to doing ever since I started dating Mike, and shivered as a breeze swept through the air. The material of my shirt was thin and I was lonely. Why had I walked away from Shawn? Again? I sighed and turned a corner, passing the theatre and a small ice cream shop, and continued to walk aimlessly through town. Where could I go? Home? Then Tori would question me about my new marks on my face; so no, home was not an option.

‘Well,’ I thought and sighed, ’I guess I could just go stay at Mike’s tonight and wash up there. He won’t be coming back any time soon.’

In truth, I wasn’t too crazy about the thought of staying at Mike’s house, even though I knew he wouldn’t be coming home, but I couldn’t go anywhere else and Mike had given me a key, so that is what I decided on doing. I crossed the street and turned left toward Mike’s apartment, and before I knew it, I was outside his door. Bracing myself, I stopped and thought of the times I’d had inside Mike’s apartment. This apartment was where Mike had first told me he loved me, where I gave myself to him the first time, where he would cook for me and wake me up with breakfast in the morning. But all of that time he had just been playing me. I couldn’t understand how a man who seemed so perfect could have turned out to be like him. Bringing myself out of my memories, I shook my head and unlocked the door to enter the apartment.

I stepped inside and went directly to the bathroom to wash the blood off my face. After I was clean, I entered the living room and looked around, observing the changes I saw. When Mike and I had first started dating, his apartment was spotless; so clean and organized. Now, clothes and beer bottles were scattered everywhere. The place was trashed; Mike hadn’t let me into his apartment for months and I never knew why. I figured he was hiding something, but I never gave it much thought because it was after he’d started beating me. I went over to the couch and sat down before looking at the coffee table and seeing pictures laying there. I picked them up and looked through them.

“Ugh,” I mumbled quietly. “That bastard.” They were pictures of girls… Many girls… Inappropriate pictures of girls. The worst part, was that Mike was in most of the pictures with the girls, grabbing them, touching them, undressing them, and these pictures were taken while he and I had been dating is what the date in the bottom corners of the pictures told me. Disgusted, I put the pictures down and picked up the remote. Why not watch a bit of tv? Suddenly, I heard a woman scream and I jumped and turned around.

“Who are you?” she asked. I looked at her for a moment, disgusted with what I saw.

“My name is Angela,” I replied. “Mike’s girlfriend. Who the hell are you?” The girl was wearing a blue lacy bra and a matching thong with four inch high heels. She looked like a hooker.

“I’m Candi,” she replied, placing her hands on her hips. “Mike brought me home with him last night. I heard someone out here and thought it was him. I hoped we could have a little more fun before I left.” Candi paused for a moment and eyed me up and down suspiciously. “Because apparently I can please him better than his own girlfriend.”

“Yeah, ok,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Well Mike’s not coming back so why don’t you put some clothes on your nasty ass self and go attract another STD.”

“Huh, you are a bitch,” Candi retorted, shaking her head before turning back to Mike’s bedroom and returning moments later wearing a mini skirt and a tank top and clutching a bag of cocaine in her hand. “Tell Mike to call me.” Candi stuffed the cocaine in her purse and left without another word.

I shook my head and turned the tv off. I had suddenly developed a craving for the beer in Mike’s refrigerator. Entering the kitchen, I turned on the light and turned to the counter where I saw an unbelievable amount of marijuana. I shook my head.

“You’d think he’d at least keep it hidden,” I muttered before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer. I started towards the table, but the pot caught my eye again.

‘No,’ I thought to myself. I’d never smoked weed before, but it seemed like it was calling my name. ‘No, you don’t need to try it now.’ I sat down at the kitchen table and opened the bottle of beer and began drinking it. The remote for the small television Mike had in his kitchen was laying a couple inches from my hand so I picked it up and turned on the tv. I really wasn’t interested in what was on, I just wanted noise. As I drank the beer, I thought more about Shawn and what I’d done, wondering why things had to be the way they were.

I wasn’t sure about many things in my life anymore, but the one thing I knew was how much I loved Shawn. However, he had made it clear that we were over, and I knew I had no chance of getting him back and returning to the happiness that I once knew. I felt tears begin to flow from my eyes and threw my empty beer bottle at the wall. The broken glass falling to the ground symbolizing my heart and soul shattering. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. On my way back to the table, I grabbed the marijuana this time, but I didn’t smoke it. As I drank and cried over Shawn, the weed laid on the table in front of me, almost as if it were taunting me in my dismay. I finished my second beer and stood from the table again.

“Wonder what else he has,” I whispered. I began to raid his kitchen and found bottles of Vodka, Jack Daniels, and Parrot Bay. I downed a glass of Jack Daniels before stumbling back to the table.

“Wonder what this feels like,” I slurred and picked up the marijuana in my hands. I decided to smoke it. I took a few hits and placed the remaining pot back on the counter. Now drunk and high, I grabbed the bottle of Vodka and returned to the living room where I kicked my shoes off before going into the bathroom and opening his medicine cabinet. Of course, painkillers. I took a few in my hand and swallowed them before going to Mike’s bedroom with the Vodka. I laid on his bed and took a few swigs from the bottle before everything went black. I had just passed out, and I had just lost all control of my life.

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“What the fuck,” I mumbled. I woke up to unbearable pain in my head. I barely remembered anything of last night, but knew I was hung over. But wait, that wouldn’t explain the shot of pain in my right eye. I forced my eyes to open and felt a tear escape when I was face to face with Mike.

“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted me with a smile on his face. I sat upright quickly and soon regretted it, clutching my head in both hands. “It seems like you had a rough night last night. I see all the empty bottles and couldn’t help but realize someone had taken some of the pot from the counter. How do you feel?” It took me a few moments for everything to register in my mind. I stared blankly at Mike as I tried to understand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I live here,” Mike replied. I thought he was dead.

“How…” my voice trailed away, but I think Mike knew what I was wondering.

“Apparently someone heard the gunshot and came outside. They saw me and called an ambulance. Luckily, no real damage was done and I’m ok. Of course, I still have a wound on my arm where the bullet hit.” Mike shrugged. “But I’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” I whispered. Mike ran his hand through my hair, but I was in too much pain to stop him.

“Isn’t that wonderful news, sweetie?” he asked.

“Don’t call me sweetie,” I told him.

“Angela, you’re my girlfriend,” Mike said. “You know I only do everything I do because I love you, right? You’re my everything. I love you baby.” A few more tears escaped my eyes and I shook my head.

“No,” I said.

“Baby, last night made me think a lot. If I’d been shot anywhere but the arm, I could have been gone. I could have lost you. So I wanted to make everything right between us,” Mike said. “I love you more than anything Angela.” I shook my head again.

“No,” I repeated. “Mike I can’t.”

“Do you love me?” Mike asked and took my hand. I didn’t answer, I couldn’t answer. Mike began to squeeze my hand.

“Do you love me?” he repeated firmly. Still, I said nothing. Anger struck Mike, I could see it in his eyes, and he crushed my hand. I almost yelled out in pain, but caught myself.

“Yes,” I said. “I love you.” Mike released my hand and smiled.

“Good,” he said. “You know honey, it’s been a while since we’ve proven our love for each other. I think it’s about time you show me how much you love me.” I shook my head.

“Mike, please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” he asked, smirking. “You just said you love me, and I love you, so what’s wrong?” More tears began to fall.

“I can’t.” Mike began rubbing my leg, but his face showed he wasn’t pleased with my answer.

“I know you can Angela,” he said. “You’ve shown my before. I think you’re just scared. But it’s ok baby. Now just relax.” Mike reached up and unbuttoned my pants and I began to cry more and he pulled them off.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged him.

“Why not?” Mike asked, anger flooding his eyes.

“Just don’t,” I replied. Mike laughed a moment and ripped my shirt off my body. He smiled and began kissing my neck and shoulders and I felt his hands fumbling with my bra strap.

“No,” I repeated and pushed him away from me. Finally, Mike lost his temper and punched me across the face.

“Shut up!” he yelled. He pushed my shoulders down and laid on top of me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Desperately, I bit down and pierced his tongue. He screamed and I tasted his blood in my mouth. I released and Mike sat up and began beating me in the mouth and nose.

“You stupid bitch!” he screamed. “I didn’t want to have to do this.” He reached down under the bed and pulled up a long piece of cloth. Frightened and knowing what he was going to do, I began swinging my arms at him, trying to get away, but Mike grabbed both my arms and pinned them under his knees so he could shove the cloth in my mouth and tie it around in the back of my head. Still, I tried to scream, but no one would hear my muffled cries for help.

“Maybe you’ll learn,” Mike muttered before unhooking my bra and running his slimy, wet tongue over my breasts. I began sobbing, my tears were a constant flow of my misery and I closed my eyes, praying for this to be over, praying that I was in Shawn’s arms, feeling love. But I wasn’t. I was in Mike’s room and there was no love. I was reminded of this when I felt Mike succeed in getting what he wanted and taking away the very minuscule bit of dignity and self respect I had left in me. All I could do was lay there as Mike hurt me, and hurt me, and hurt me. I had just lost all control of my life.

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A/N: So what did you think? I hope you liked it. RR!