So I started writing this chapter…but it deleted. I am pretty upset about that. I know I haven't updated this story in a while, so…here we are! Trying to update my stories as much as I can, cause you know school is starting in September.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth
Wen POV
"You know what I am gonna say, right?" I asked the band once we had gotten outside of the station. They looked between themselves. "No, what?" Mo asked warily. "Isn't it obvious? He wants us to look for Olivia ourselves, right Wen?" Stella asked, turning to me. I nodded quickly. Charlie sighed and opened his mouth, ready to give me a bunch of reasons why we couldn't.
"You know that I have to try." I gave Charlie a pleading look. "Okay, but where would you even start looking? Those cops are going to look somewhere in southern California, right?" Mo was calculating possible routes in her head now. I smiled a bit. "So is that a yes?" I asked. Stella looked at the rest of the band, and the silent Scott who stood behind the rest of us like a shadow, and stepped forward towards me.
"Well, you know no matter what happens I'm always in." She said with a smile. I nodded at her, and turned to Mo. She crossed her arms and seemed to think for a moment. "I suppose so. It wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?" She asked no one in particular. I smiled at her, and turned to Charlie. "You know what my answer is." He said with a small smile.
I looked at Scott lastly. "Hell, yeah," He exclaimed. We all laughed. "I'm into a good search."
I stared at them all for a second. "You guys are the best, you know that?" I asked. They all walked past me towards Charlie's car.
"Yeah, yeah."
"We know."
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
I laughed and ran after them.
Olivia POV
4 days later
I felt a pair of cool hands touch my arm and shake me gently. "Olivia?" A small, raspy voice spoke. It scared me that it actually took some of my energy to open my eyes. I saw Anna's worried face in front of me. "Are you okay?" She asked softly. I tried to nod, but it hurt to move my neck, and I felt a sharp pinch. I tried to look down to see what was wrong, but I couldn't move my eyes to the exact spot.
Anna looked a bit sheepish as well as worried. "You sort of had a piece of glass stuck there. I wasn't sure if I should've pulled it out, but people do that acupuncture thing when they stick needles in their necks all of the time, right? I'm sure it was probably like the same thing." She sounded as if she were trying to reassure herself more than me. "Yeah," I agreed, and found that my voice was hoarse. My throat hurt as well. I sighed and sat up, using my hands and wrists for more support than I probably should have.
When I was sitting up I felt a wave of nausea pass over me, but I resisted the urge to get up and run to the bathroom, partly because I felt weak and because I had no idea where the bathroom was, or where I was, for that matter. I looked around and realized that we were in another room, but this one seemed darker, and I felt a bit more claustrophobic. There was a door towards the back of the room with five deadbolts – that I could see, anyway. There wasn't a dresser in here, just a small door, which I was guessing was a closet.
I noticed that while I sit on a small cot Anna was on the floor, even though there was another cot on the other side on the room. "Are you okay?" She asked again, staring at me intently. I nodded a small nod that I wasn't sure she saw. "Is there a bathroom in here?" I asked in a voice that was barely a whisper. Anna gave me a weird look before nodding. She pointed to a door across from my cot. "Do you need help getting there?" She asked, getting ready to get up.
"No, I'll be fine." I stopped her, even though I had no idea whether or not I could make it. I slowly pushed myself off of the cot, the wave of nausea stronger now. I pointed at Anna and then at the cot, motioning for her to sit on it before I ran to the bathroom. I flung my head over the toilet and, well…what happened after that wasn't exactly pretty.
When I was done…emptying my stomach, I flushed the toilet and took a good look at myself in the mirror. The first thing that I noticed was that there was a long scar running down the side of my face. There was also a thick black ring growing around my black eye. I smiled as I remembered when Wen had his black eye and we had fought for the first time. The smile quickly disappeared. Why was I happy about that? I had to be messed up from that day Adam had thrown me.
My hair was a mess and there were so many knots all over. I looked like a mess. I sighed, as I opened a medicine cabinet, looking for something to put on my black eye. I stopped for a moment; just froze in place. Why would there be a medicine cabinet in this bathroom? I had to admit that this restroom was awfully nice for a room that I was supposed to be held hostage in.
I did open the cabinet, though, and inspect it. I didn't take any of the pills or syrups, but I grabbed some of the tubes of cream and the rolls of bandages, tending to the open wound on my neck. Suddenly I felt thankful for the first aid class that I had taken last summer.
I noticed that I also had a wound on my right arm, and as I did notice it, I felt the pain ripple throughout my arm. I winced in pain and tried not to scream as I treated my arm as well. I glanced towards the door, feeling paranoid about Adam knocking down the door. I started playing with the necklaces around my neck absent mindlessly, thinking of the band. What were they doing at this very moment?
Mo POV
"Are you guys sure that this is the best idea?" I asked; staring out the window as the car whizzed past all of the scenery. I knew that we had made a mistake when we had let Wen drive. Even Stella was gripping onto the door handle of the passenger seat. "What do you mean?" Wen asked, not taking his eyes off of the rode. I stared at Charlie incredulously, who just smirked. "This was your idea, wasn't it?" He asked. Before I could answer, he leaned forward towards Wen. "You wreck my car, and you're dead." He said in a deadly tone, smiling. I hoped that he was kidding. I guessed that he was, because he slapped Wen on his shoulder in a playful sort of way.
I glanced at Scott. "How is he sleeping?" I asked no one in particular, just as we sped over a pot hole. I almost hit my head on the roof of the car when the car bounced. I rest my case.
"Yeah, Wen, are you even sure where you're going?" Stella asked, speaking for the first time. She seemed to be deep in thought. Wen nodded, pointing to his ear, to which Stella nodded and leaned back in her seat. "What?" I asked, completely lost. Stella chuckled. "Wen has GPS on his phone, and it's speaking to him. He has headphones in his ears." She explained.
I nodded slowly. "But remind us all exactly where we are going? We've been driving…forever. A couple of days at least, and none of us have said anything." I pointed out. Wen huffed. He pulled over to the side of the rode, which I would suggest that he do, because we were on the highway. He turned around to face me, his face looking worried, even though he was trying his best to hide it.
"Well, the cops thought that she might be headed to Mexico, south, right?" He asked, not really asking any of us. Charlie and I nodded anyway. "Yeah," Charlie added. "And you know how there is a chance that the guy could just be setting us up, right?" Wen continued, hoping for us to understand. "Okay and..." Charlie still didn't understand. I did, though. "So you're going the opposite direction of the phone!" I exclaimed, understanding. Wen nodded.
"Wait, so the opposite of south is…" Charlie's voice trailed off as he thought. I placed my hand on his shoulder gently. "South, Charlie. The opposite of south is north." Charlie scoffed. "I knew that." He said quietly. I laughed quietly, and Stella's eyebrows rose as she stared at us through the mirror. I thought I saw her scowl at us, but that could've just been me imagining things.
Wen pulled back onto the highway. "So, how far north are you willing to go?" I asked, trying to make conversation. Wen shrugged. "As far as we need to go to find her. I won't stop looking, I swear Olivia." He whispered the last part, and his eyes got this faraway look.
I leaned back towards the window and sighed, trying to force myself to fall asleep.
Olivia POV
Anna's head snapped up when I exited the bathroom. She looked shaken. "Are you better now?" She asked, eying the bandages and cloth that covered my neck and my arm. I nodded, even though it was a bit harder with the bandage now. I walked over to the cot slowly, hoping that I would have to throw up again.
Anna didn't take her eyes off of me. We sat in silence for a while, because we didn't have anything to do. "Should we be sleeping? I mean, why are we in here?" I asked after a while. Even though it hurt my throat to speak, I still tried to. I had sung in front of millions of people with a little sore throat; I could speak to this girl with a sore throat.
Anna glanced at the door before answering. "It's pretty late, actually. I've been waiting up for you to wake up." She explained. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked curiously. Anna looked uncomfortable. "About four days." She mumbled. "What?" I exclaimed, almost falling off of the cot. My brow furrowed as I tried to comprehend this. "Debby is pretty upset – she has had to cook for the past couple of days when that is supposed to be your job. And because Debby is upset, Dad's upset." She shrugged.
"It's his fault, really. He shouldn't have thrown you around like that if he wanted you to do things around the house now." She stared at my black eye again. I turned away quickly so that she couldn't, but I felt dizzy once I did. Anna sensed that she had made me feel uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. "I saved some food for you," Anna said excitedly, clambering off of the cot. She walked over to the small door that I thought was a closet.
She opened it and proved that it was a closet, but she started digging under the blankets and pillows on the ground. My eyes widened slightly when I she returned to the cot with her hands full of cans, and a can opener. "So, what will it be for dinner tonight? You could have…pineapple chunks, or pears, or peaches." She dumped a bunch of canes on the cot. "I also have those little cups of noodles that you just add hot water to. There's a sink in the bathroom, so you could do that. I have a fork somewhere…" She jumped up and started digging in the closet again.
I smiled at how much Anna had done for me even though she barely knew me. Maybe that happened when you were raised the way she was; you got attached to people quickly. I knew that I was pretty attached to her.
She ran back over to me with a fork and a spoon, and a bag of potato chips. "If you're thirsty you can drink the juice from the cans of fruit – sorry that I couldn't grab you anything to drink." I stared at all of the food she had dumped in front of me. "How-what-?" I stared at the food again. Anna laughed, but then looked back over to the door to make sure that no one was coming in.
"Debby has me clean out the pantry and help her cook, and do the dishes. I spend a lot of time around this stuff, and it isn't like Debby actually watches what I do." She grinned.
I returned the smile as I opened the bag of potato chips. "We're gonna have a feast tonight." Anna laughed at me as I opened the pears and pineapples. "Is there anything particular that you like?" I asked, looking up from the can that was taking up so much energy for me to open. Anna shook her head. "I'll eat anything." I laughed at the way she said that. She grabbed a cup of noodles. "I'll do these." She offered, heading towards the bathroom.
"Hey, Anna?" I croaked, totally ignoring the pain in my throat by now. She looked back at me through the open door of the bathroom. "Yeah?"
"I was thinking that maybe after, or while, we eat we could play another game of twenty questions." I said hopefully. There were a lot of questions that I had, and I was hoping that she had things to ask me as well. I wanted to get to know her better.
Anna smiled and nodded as she stood by the sink, waiting for the water to heat up enough. "I'd like that."
So, there is the next chapter. No action in this one, really, but there might be in the next chapter. You notice anything about Olivia? Anyone who can guess will….I don't know. If you can guess what is going on with Olivia, then I'll do something special for you. I'm not going to tell you now, because then people might trample me….. I would give you a hint, but I am not going to, because... It will be to easy then.
Thanks to:
CamilaD: Thank you! I appreciate it very much!
Lemonademouthluver: Really? I hope you have…or had, more fun than I did :)
Abby- Thank you!
Courixoxo: thank you! LOL, I totally picture myself in a whole new way…: p
