"Olivia please correct me if I am wrong but aren't you supposed to be asleep." The Husky voice of Immanuel 'Manny' White rang threw the child room the shadow of his frame could be seen leaning against her door frame. With a sigh he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stay awake in the dim lighting of his daughters room.
The room was had a variation of Amaranth pink and Carnation pink painted on the walls with a few hanging picture frames the inside panted pink. Olivia's mother had spent almost her entire pregnancy either painting the room or telling Manny how to paint it therefore it was almost absolutely perfect. Her bed and other thinks where made from Oak wood and a line of falling ribbons danced across each piece.
She had a twin sized sleigh bed with pink sheets a multicolored pink quilt protected the child from the harsh winter weather. Other than her bed her room held a dresser with a heart mirror above it, a nightstand that held a large pink microphone shaped alarm clock. As well as a desk that held multiple pictures of her and her late mother. At the edge of her bed sat a toy trunk with all of her stuffed animals that she had already kissed goodnight.
"I know Dad, but you haven't said goodnight." Five year old Olivia said pulling her teddy bear closer to her chest. Her father moved to take a seat at the end of her bed. He sat down and ran his callused fingers threw her hair and then kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight sweet girl," He whispered.
"Night dad," Olivia had said before falling asleep.
And that was it her last memory of her father, it was dis-hearting that she remembered her childhood room better than the man who raised her. Her father was just a fuzzy shadow with a voice that seamed to have bounced the walls and to her ears not coming from his mouth at all. Now thanks to Stella she was on the way to the jail he is in to see him.
She truly did want to see him she missed him terribly but the two had only been in contact with each other for less than a month what's to say he wants to see her. As she sat in the back of Charlie's brother's car she leaned her head against Wen's shoulder. Wen moved his arm around her shoulders.
"It will be fine Livy we will be with you the whole way." He whispered.
"Yeah like you said we are 'More Than A Band'" Charlie said from the middle of the front seat sitting next to Mo.
"Wow Charlie that's really lame," Stella said laughing soon the rest of the band was laughing along as well. They laughed and sang the duration of the ride until they arrived at the jail.
Olivia was walking at the front of the group with Mo and Stella next to her and Wen and Charlie close behind. All seamed okay until the band was just about to get to the mess hall where Olivia was going to meet her dad and she stopped Charlie Running into her not realizing she stopped.
"I can't do it, I just can't do it, I am sorry, I can't forgive him I just can't." She said pushing Charlie and making a mad dash for the door. Olivia the four remaining teenagers groaned as they chased after her. But when they came upon the door Wen stopped them. Olivia sat right on the other side of the door cowering against the wall tears streaming down her face. He hadn't seen her look like this since she told them that her dad was in jail.
Although nothing was spoken the band knew that Wen wanted to talk to her before they did. It was no secret that Wen was truly Olivia's best friend and one of the few people she completely trusted. They all loved the girl and it was from their love for her that they allowed Wen to go before them. He could help her more because she would let him.
"Liv" He said stepping out of the large steal door. Olivia who was not yet sitting rather balancing on her toes her knees stuck out in front of her and her back leaning against the brick wall. She propelled herself into Wen's arms and the taller boy staggered back from the force. Yet he still held tight knowing that it was one of the times when she just had to cry and nothing he could say would help. Wen had to wipe a tear from his own eyes on his sleeve scared to let Olivia go.
Soon the rest of band came and joined the hug. It was silent except the tears and Olivia's constant mummer of "I can't I just can't." Wen pulled her tighter into him. "You can Olivia and we will be right there with you." He said pulling her chin up to look at him. Tears where running down her cheeks and he pulled his sleeve over his hand and wiped off her tears. She locked her hand in his turning around she also locked hands with Mo. Stella took the place next to Wen also locking hands. Charlie was at the other side of Mo, all of there hands where intertwined with there knuckles covering their interdigital web (A/N -another name for the skin in between your fingers). With a deep breath they reentered the prison.
As they came up on the mess hall it was empty. Olivia broke down once again falling into Wen's arms. Stella walked up to one of the guards on duty.
"Hey where's Immanuel White?" She almost whispered not wanting to be over heard. The guards looked at her confused until a notably older guard came over. "The cop killer, he isn't aloud out of his cell." The man said Stella staggered back, the what!