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Bianca

This place of nothingness was starting to get to her. She wanted to wake up, no, needed to wake up. This was ridiculous!

"I'm so sorry Bianca," her father was saying. Her ears perked. Could they still do that? Seemed like an odd thing to do whilst unconscious. Listen! her mind ordered. She obeyed.

"I should have never left the way I did. I was...am...a jackass. Your mother was right about me. I'm pathetic. A loser. I ran away and left you behind. To be honest, you remind me so much of her that I just wanted to get away from you both so I wouldn't have to face it."

Wow. Her dad was really baring his soul right now.

"I hope you can forgive me someday. I know it's hard cos I still haven't forgiven myself."

Damn right it's hard! You left! She wanted to scream this at him.

"I'm so sorry..." his voice was beginning to fade. No! Not again! She struggled to stay 'awake,' but the darkness still came.

Dottie

She walked in to see her ex husband crying. Crying? She peered at him closely. Crying! She faltered at the door, wondering if she should just back right out again.

"Oh, hey, Dot," he said, roughly swiping at his eyes. "I'm just leaving."

"Stay," she said, surprising them both. "She's your daughter too."

"Okay," he said, sitting back down. They said nothing for a bit. "I'm so sorry, Dot," he said finally. "For everything. The way I behaved. The things I said. The way I just dumped our daughter on you and took off running..." he trailed off. "I was a fool."

"You were an ass," Dottie corrected, "but thank you for apologizing."

"If I could take it all back..." he started.

"Let's not go there," she cut him off. "Let's just sit here for now in this newly orchestrated peace treaty."

"All right," he agreed. It was a lot better than fighting.

Madison

"I'm home!" she called out. Nobody answered. Big surprise. She was alone again. She pulled out her phone.

C? Can you come over?

Sure. Be there asap.

Besides Wesley, Caitlyn was the next person who knew about her personal life. Not that she had told Wesley before the other night. Thing had gotten particularly bad, and she knew he'd understand. That's why she was so confused as to why he was shutting her out right now. She thought they had an understanding. She went upstairs to her room when she heard the noise. Freezing on the spot, she panicked. What should she do? Calling the police never helped.

"Stop it!" her mother was screaming. "Let me GO!" This was followed by a sickening thud as her father had most likely thrown her mother across the room. Madison fled. She was out the door when Caitlyn showed up in her car.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," Madison chanted.

"What's wrong?"

"Just go! Now!"

They pealed away, Caitlyn still waiting for an answer. Madison avoided it for as long as she could, looking out the window as the houses flashed by. She became angry.

"Why does she put up with it?!" Madison finally said angrily. "Why does she stay? Why can't she just tell him to leave?"

"I don't know, Mads," Caitlyn said quietly. She didn't understand either.

"It's awful," Madison started to cry. Caitlyn reached over and patted her hand gently.

"I can't imagine," she replied. Madison gave big, gulping sobs while they drove on.

"It's just so...horrible! He just hits her and hits her..." Madison choked. "And she just takes it! She doesn't even stop him when he turns to me..."

"He hits you?" Caitlyn asked, stunned. This was new.

"No," Madison lied, shaking her head and gulping. "I always run away before anything happens." The bruise under her left breast was killing her. It was like the beating heart in Stephen King's book, giving away her lie. Caitlyn didn't notice, however.

"We should go to the police!" she urged.

"It doesn't do anything," Madison said. "They don't help. Trust me, I've tried." She turned away again, not wanting to deal with Caitlyn's barrage of reasons why she should tell the police her father abuses her mother. She didn't want to think about it anymore. It was time to toughen up. Surprise, surprise, she thought, the ice queen has a heart and feelings. If she ever showed this side of her to anyone, she'd be incredibly embarrassed and lose all respect. No, this was never to get out to anyone. Wesley didn't even know how bad it all was. She had only told him her father loses his shit on her mother sometimes. She left out that it was every day almost and that when he was done with her mother, he came for her. She broke up with Wes every time he left bruises so that Wesley wouldn't see them on her. That's why they were so on again off again in their relationship. She couldn't bear to have him know the truth.

Wesley

He met Jess and Casey at Dave and Buster's. They were discussing Bianca when Madison and Caitlyn entered.

"Shit," Wes said, ducking. "Did she see me?"

"No," Jess said, watching Madison warily. She seemed really upset. "I think she's got other things on her mind."

"She looks more upset than I've ever seen her," Casey mused. "Wonder what's up?"

"I don't care," Wes mumbled from under the table. "Can you just tell me if it's safe to sit up?"

"Not really," Jess said as Madison spied them.

"Red alert!" Casey hissed.

"Hi girls," Madison said, a little less forced than usual. "So I'm assuming you know about Bianca by now."

"Yes," Casey said. "Thanks for telling us, by the way."

"I didn't think it would be right coming from me," Madison said dismissively. "Can you let Wes know I'm looking for him?"

"Sure," Jess said, being careful to not gaze under the table. "Although, we don't really run his circles."

"Well, try," Madison said. She left without another word.

"She's gone," Casey said once they had both left. Wesley struggled up from the floor.

"That was too close," he said. "She thinks we have this great connection because her parents fight too."

"Your parents fight?" Jess asked curiously.

"It's nothing," he answered.

"Hmmm," Jess said, giving him a look that said she didn't believe him.

"I don't want to talk about me right now," Wes said. "Look, I messed up with B. If I had just paid more attention to what I was feeling..."

"Stop beating yourself up about it," Casey commanded. "You figured it out, so tell her when she wakes up."

"What if...?"

"She will wake up," Casey said forcefully. Nobody said another word about it. They didn't want to think the impossible either.

Mike

"You want something to eat?" Mike asked Dottie. It was suppertime again. Day two of the uncertain. He already was feeling like he couldn't handle it.

"Sure," Dottie said. He left to find something that was edible. He never liked hospitals let alone their food selection. He came back to find Wes had joined them.

"Son, don't you have school and homework?" he asked. "It's honorable that you're here, but I don't think B would want you failing because of her."

"I have to be here," Wes replied. "You understand?"

"Not really, but I guess it's your choice," Mike shrugged. He handed a sub to Dottie.

"You remembered," Dottie said, her voice sounding almost faraway. She was surprised he would remember her favorite sandwich.

"Hard to forget some things," Mike replied. He felt a little sheepish. He hadn't left because he didn't love her anymore. He had left because he couldn't handle her anymore.

"Hey," Wes said. "Why don't you guys get some air? I'll keep watch." Mike looked over at Dottie, who seemed uncertain.

"Five minutes?" Mike suggested. He knew she could use the break.

"Okay," she caved. They left Wesley there.

"Nice boy," Mike commented.

"He is. I think there was something growing there with those two," Dottie added. "Whether Bianca knew it or not."

"Let's hope she doesn't mess it up," Mike said, looking at Dottie sideways. "She might regret it." Was he referring to them? Dottie wasn't sure. Everything he did or said lately seemed to surprise her. She decided to just go with it for now. Why get her hopes up?

Bianca

"I love you." These words echoed around her. I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I'm sorry I've just realized it now."

Don't be sorry! she wanted to shout. He was saying it now. She felt a sense of relief for some reason. Had she been wanting him to say it first? Was he just saying it because she could be dying?

"I'm not just saying it because you're in a coma," Wes said. Had he heard her? Was she waking up? "I wish you'd come back to me." Damn. She wasn't waking up.

I love you too! she cried into the nothingness. Please get me out of here! But he didn't hear her. How could he? It was all so infuriating. When the hell was this going to end?

Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Please bear with me a little longer with the coma thing. It does end I promise! And yes, it might be hard to see Madison in a different light, but it's been my experience that people are sometimes rotten to others for a reason. It doesn't excuse her behavior, but it gives an explanation.