Whoa! Haven't updated this story in a while but…a bunch of reviews on the last chapter! I wonder why…..
So I am going to the Hamptons/ Montauk Monday and won't be back until Saturday. I plan on taking my laptop, though, so that I can write. I should get Wi-Fi there, so I'll try to upload. Oh, just a random fact. Did you guys know that pregnancy symptoms can show up as early as ten days after intercourse? You can actually take a pregnancy test after two weeks. It's different for everyone.

Just saying. Random fact.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth

Another four days. (Time just keeps ticking by.)

Mo POV

"We're in New Hampshire. I don't think we should go any farther; maybe we should just wait a while for something to come up." I suggested. I couldn't take this anymore, and I was trying to hide it. I couldn't deal with Wen tossing and turning in the middle of the night, screaming or mumbling about Olivia. I couldn't take Stella sleepwalking when we stopped at hotels. I was tired of Scott staring at every girl that we passed, and ignoring me. The only one who seemed fine was Charlie, yet he wasn't. He barely spoke. We were all cracking and I knew it. We had to rest.

Wen stared at me as if I were a crazy person. I noticed the deep, dark rings under his eyes and the desperation in his eyes. Stella sat next to him on the twin bed, staring into space. Scott was in the lobby, and was supposed to be checking out everything with our room and making sure that we were set, but I wasn't sure. He could be doing anything.

We all sat in silence for a few minutes. I suppose that we were all thinking. After a while, Charlie spoke. "Maybe we should try and get that money to the person who texted you, Mo." He said quietly. I turned to look at him, making sure that he was still sane. "Are you crazy? How the heck are we supposed to get fifty thousand dollars?" I asked incredulously, my eyes so wide that they took up most of my face. Charlie shrugged. "I don't know. We could rob a bank or something. We've made a lot of money with our albums and shows. Why can't we use that money?" He asked, leaning away from me.

Wen looked at me hopefully, considering the idea. Stella turned to Charlie. "We can't because all of that money went to special accounts for each of us that we can use for college." She reminded him. I groaned. "So? Why can't we just take the money out?" Charlie asked, not getting it. I sighed. "Charlie, none of us has access to those accounts until we are nineteen." I pointed out. Charlie shook his head, and I saw the hope in Wen's eyes deflate. "That's stupid. We'll head off to college when we're eighteen." Wen mumbled, throwing himself back on a bed.

"Well, I think that we should head up to Maine, at least." Stella said. Wen nodded into his pillow. "I'm all for it." He mumbled. Charlie shrugged. "We'll see- in the morning tomorrow. Let's just relax for now." For once, Wen didn't fight back. He leaned into the bed and after a few moments, so snores were heard.

I stared out a window, wondering when Scott would get back. Did I want him to come back? I shook the thought out of my head, leaning back in my seat.

Olivia POV

I finished drying the dinner dishes, keeping my eyes down on the sink. I learned that if you laid low and shut up everything stayed okay – for a while.

I looked up for just a moment and saw the pantry. The pantry, one of the ingredients to our key to escape. We needed food and water if we were going to try and run away. But how would we get out? I knew that we would need the keys to get out of the house; the keys that never left the belt loop on his jeans. I would have to find a way to grab them somehow. But first I would have to distract him; perhaps knock him out. That would probably work better, but how would I do it?

I stole a glance at my bad arm that was still healing. Debby had a fit when she found out that I had used the first- aid kit in the bathroom, so ten lashes it was for me. I found out how it worked around here fast. Anytime I did something I got one lash with Adam's belt while Debby had the satisfaction of watching. I tried not to scream. Anna couldn't hear; I didn't want her to know what was going on, even though I had a feeling she knew more than I did. I wanted to make sure that she wouldn't think that I was a wimp, at least. I couldn't let Debby have anything to laugh at when I was punished, but sometimes I had to. The pain could get so unbearable.

I still had the open cuts on my back, and they still stung from last night when Anna had poured a bunch of stuff on my back. I didn't pay attention to what happened to things like that anymore. Or maybe it was just that I couldn't remember. My memory had been fried, but I still would take my locket off every night and stare at it. Anna and I would take turns telling each other about our pasts until we fell asleep. Debby didn't hesitate to wake us up at three in the morning to do ridiculous tasks such as washing and combing her wigs, or cleaning out her closet. God, did she have clothes in there…..

Adam walked over to where I stood, drying dishes. An evil smile grew across his face. "Punishment time, Ciara."

I won't go into great detail of how punishment time worked. Just that Debby came into Adam's special room with a bowl of popcorn and Adam would take off his belt. Anna was locked in her room with an encyclopedia and made to copy pages out of it into some old notebook that Adam provided.

Adam's special room was basically a torture chamber, with pistols lining the walls and machetes and knives decorating the door. I didn't see anything else; usually I was in too much pain to appreciate Adam's decorating skills. I did notice, however, that Adam had a giant sheet covering up most of the room. Every night I received ten lashes regardless of what I did earlier that day; because I had "ran away".

Tonight I received a total of twenty lashings, and had burst in to tears at around number ten. After Adam was done with me, he threw me into my room and slammed the door. I lay on my side, on the ground in pain. Adam had snapped my ankle, and I wasn't sure if I could put any weight on it. The scares from the lashes burned in my skin like a brand. I clutched at the floor. Maybe I could tear it apart, run and hide under the ground like a groundhog.

A second later I heard the door close again, and the sound of someone gasping. "Oh my God, what the hell happened to you?" Anna almost screamed, suddenly on the ground with me. She examined my body, starting with my back. She reached under the bed and grabbed a brown bottle, and started opening it. "Anything else?" She asked in a soft voice. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't take this anymore; I needed to get away….

I sat up quickly, ignoring the pain at the back of head. "That's it. We're getting out of here." I said, ignoring the incredulous look that grew across Anna's face. "Are you kidding? How do you think we are going to do that? We can't travel anywhere you're…broken." Her voice cracked. "Sorry," She whispered, looking away. I shook my head. "We'll get out of here, somehow." I looked around the room for a possible weapon, and then my eyes locked on the closet. Dinner the other night.

I dove into the bottom of the closet on my hands and knees, ignoring the pain the erupted from my ankle as I did so. I heard Anna walk up behind me. "Olivia..." Her voice trailed off when I pulled out the fork, holding it up as if it were the key to the world. Anna seemed to be catching on now. "You're going to stab my father with a knife." It more of a statement than a question. I nodded. "Just so that I can distract him." Anna started shaking her head quickly, as if there were something wrong with her neck. She opened her mouth and started stuttering. "I mean, it's what we have to do to get out of here." I wondered if I had made her upset.

"It won't be enough. You need something else." She walked back over to the dresser and picked up her soup, poking around with her spoon. She had stopped shaking her head by now; thank God. It had been freaking me out. I thought for a moment, staring at her as she slurped her soup. My face lit up as an idea came to me. "Hot water, Anna! I'll dump hot water on him!" I probably sounded delirious. Anna stared at me for a moment as I was. "Boiling water, you mean? Cause that could work." She considered the idea.

I smiled and nodded my head. "Come on, Anna! We can do this!" I said in an excited whisper. Anna smiled a bit, but it disappeared in an instant. "What do we do about Debby?" She asked in a small voice. She was so quiet that I almost didn't hear her. I looked away. "I don't know. I'll have to think about it." I said, my mind already loaded with ideas. Anna stared at me again for a moment, and shrugged. "Whatever." She walked into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Anna's head poked out of the door, her face pale. "Olivia?" She croaked. I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" Anna looked both ways as if there were someone in the room. "I – I….there is a big, no, huge red, wet spot…" Her voice trailed off. I didn't know what to say to this. I got up off of the cot, trying not to lean on the bad ankle, but I still felt pain. "Has anyone ever told you what a period is?"

"So I just got my first period?" Anna asked after I had explained everything. I nodded. "So you're kinda a woman now. I mean, you can get pregnant." I shrugged. "You know, my name isn't Anna." She said in a whisper. I nodded. "You told me." She hesitated for a moment. "My name is Avril. You know, like the French word for the April, because my birthday is in April." Anna looked away. "I know that it sounds pretty stupid. I mean, that's what Debby thinks." She shook her head.

"No way in hell that name could be stupid. It is beautiful. And you kind of remind me of Avril Lavigne, too." I chuckled, and Anna, I mean, Avril, gave me a grateful smile. She leaned in, her feet folded like a pretzel. "Okay, so can I ask you something?" She lowered her voice to a whisper. I nodded. Sure, anything. Shoot." I leaned in as well, positioning myself so that my ankle would hurt so badly. "Does it come all of the time? Like, when?" She asked, looking worried. I chuckled. "Yeah, it comes once a month. It's gonna be irregular, though, because you just got yours. I mean, the last time I had my period was…" My voice trailed off and my face went pale.

"What is it, Olivia?" Avril asked. "What's todays date?" I asked. She looked at me oddly. "The fourteenth, why?" She asked. I shook my head. "I should've gotten my period by now. I'm eleven days late." Avril shrugged. "So?" I looked up at her, my eyes as wide as saucers. "Wasn't Ciara pregnant when…?" I couldn't finish the sentence. Ciara, the real Ciara, had been pregnant with Adam's child before he killed her. From what I understood, Adam and Debby were trying to have a child, but if that didn't work out I was the backup plan….

Anna nodded slowly, her eyes widening as well. "But, but, it has only been eleven days." I tried to reassure myself. Anna shook her head. "Ciara thought she was pregnant after ten days, so she took a few pregnancy tests and two were positive and one was negative. Dad took her to the doctor later that day, and he did and test and said that she was." Anna jumped up and opened the medicine cabinet and started digging around. I was frozen. I couldn't do this.

Anna walked back over to me and handed me three different pregnancy tests. I looked up at her, worry clear in my eyes. She shrugged. "You gave me a pad, so I owe you." I swear, if she was trying to make a joke I was going to strangle her right now. She walked out of the bathroom and closed the door gently on her way out.

Avril looked up at me with curious eyes, her dark red hair peeking out from under the beanie she wore in a messy braid. She always wore different hats when we were in the room together, because Debby and Adam hated it when she wore them around the house. Hats seemed like the only thing Avril had plenty of. She was obsessed. "I would trade them all in a heartbeat," She told me, "If I could just get out of this hellhole." The day Debby gave her a black eye. That cut was still on the side of her face from when Debby threw the knife at her.

"So…is Livy a mommy?" She asked, trying to make light of things. I held up all three positive pregnancy tests for her to see, and her eyes widened slightly. "Wow. And it is pretty early. So this means that your hormone levels are pretty high." She reasoned. My eyebrows rose at what she knew. "You know what that means, right?" She asked with an amused smirk. I shook my head, still in a daze. "You're having a bouncing baby boy." Avril informed me. I smiled a bit and sat down on the bottom bunk, resting. "So I am going to guess that Wen is the father." Avril said, eyeing my locket. "I mean, my Dad didn't do anything to you, did he?" The smile vanished from her face. I shook my head. "No, no, it's Wen." I said with a smile.

"So, I thought about what we can do about Debby, and, well, you know how she was teaching you how to make the perfect margarita?" She asked, waiting for my answer. I nodded, wincing. I couldn't get the mixture right, so Debby had thrown the entire glass on my head. I got five lashings for that one, and two for breaking Debby's favorite margarita glass.

"Well, I know how to make them just the way she likes. What if we slipped some of this into her drink if I made her one?" She held up a small bottle of red liquid. "What is that, An- Avril?" I asked, feeling alarmed. Avril laughed. "Chill, Olivia. It's Benadryl. I used to have trouble with allergies when I was younger all of the time." She laughed. "It knocks you out for like, five hours. That should be enough time, right?" She asked, turning back to me. I stared at the bottle. "Let's do it." I announced, reaching for the first-aid kit under the bed to fix up my ankle.

"Do me a favor, take the sheets from the top bunk and the comforter and grab some food and stuff and wrap it up? You should take some pads and toilet paper, too." I added. "I'll hand you the first aid kit when I'm done," Avril nodded and climbed up the ladder and setting to work.

We had to get out of here as quick as we could. Now that there was quite a possibility that I was in control of both myself and someone growing inside of me, this felt more urgent. Not to mention Avril, who I had come to love like a little sister. We were leaving, first thing tomorrow morning.

I'm coming Wen. I'm coming.

What do you think? Sorry about the time. I have church tomorrow, or later, I guess, and earlier, or yesterday, I hung out with my little cousins all day. I'm going to be writing Today Was a Fairytale and In Just Ten Years tomorrow, so be on the lookout for that. Almost to fifty reviews! So excited.

Thanks to:

Rose: I don't know; it depends on what your definition of bad is :p

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Lemonademouthluver: Well, you're right about one part. I just couldn't bring myself to have the other thing happen to her. Especially since this is rated T, so… :)

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Rose: You're right! LOL. First person :P They ain't got nothing on you, ha ha.

Lemonade Mouth 12: You're right as well. Second person. :)

Abby: Well, I hope you'll be able to read this chapter. I have to say that it is my favorite so far :)

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So, the story will be finished after about two chapters, and then the Epilogue. Thanks for all of the support. You guys rock. Also, I am going to try and feature the three that got it right in the next chapters.

So, what did you think of this chapter? I'm tired. I'm going to bed, where I should be. LOL.

Shall I continue?