Backstage Season 3 *DISCONTINUED*

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Mitchell's POV
When I get back home I'm in normal clothes again and all of my stuff is in a duffel bag. I had to clean out my locker today. I park in the driveway but I just stay in the car for a bit. How could I lose this job? I was good at this and I was making money. I already got Allison's Christmas gift, this doll she wanted and a huge stuffed animal teddy bear. I got the paycheck form the reality show and I used that on the tree and the ornaments. I get payed every month from the reality show but I mean I already spent it all and I still need to pay for stuff like Allison's singing class and things like that. I needed that job. I sigh and I get out of the car and I wrap the duffel bag around my shoulder. I lock my car and I take out my keys to get in the house. Immediately as I walk in the house Allison runs up to me and hugs me. I laugh and I hear Bianca laugh to and I lift her up.

Allison: Big brother!

Mitchell: Hey kiddo!

Then I close the door behind me with my left foot and I put Allison down. I put my duffel bag on the floor and I throw the keys on the kitchen table.

Allison: Why are you home so early? Aren't you helping Uncle Pete?

Mitchell: Yeah but we finished really early so I'm back.

Allison: That's a good think big brother!

Mitchell: Of course it is!

If only she knew how bad this could be for us in the future. I make lunch for everyone and while we're watching a movie Allison doses off. Bianca goes to put her to bed and I can't help but smile. I mean she's good with Allison. I can tell Allison likes her but I'm just afraid what's going to happen when Bianca isn't here anymore. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear the doorbell ring. I look through the peephole and it's, Carl. I sigh and I open the door. I can immediately tell that he's drunk and he stumbles towards me. He's not insanely drunk but he's just a bit tipsy.

Mitchell: What are you doing here Carl?

Carl: Can't I see my son?

Mitchell: I already payed for your hotel bills.

Then he stumbles into the house and falls on the couch. I just close the door and walk over there.

Mitchell: You have your own hotel. This isn't your house anymore.

Carl: Come on son. I just wanted to see you and Allison.

Mitchell: How much money do you need? What kind of debt did you get into this time?

Carl: Son I-

Mitchell: You don't get to call me that.

Carl: Mitchell. I can do better. I'll get a job so that you don't have to keep on working and tiring yourself out.

I just scoff. Sure I believed it the first time, and the second time, and the third time. But I started catching on and learned that I shouldn't have expectations with him.

Mitchell: Why are you here? And answer me truthfully this time.

Carl: I got in some trouble with some of the people in the hotel.

Mitchell: I knew it.

I mutter that under my breath.

Mitchell: What did you do?

Carl: I got in a lot of debt and I told the people I'm in debt to my neighbors' hotel room numbers instead of mine.

Mitchell: How much money do you need?

Carl: I don't need any mon-

Mitchell: Just answer the question Carl!

Carl: $500.