Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been long since the last update, college has been really hectic! But I'm back :) I hope all my American readers had a great Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for all of you =) Please let me know what you think after reading this =) Thank you and enjoy!

-Jen


Only an hour after finishing Ellen, they were all back on the jet, headed towards New York. "So now do you believe me?" Ariella shrieked at Brooke. "You said this was nothing to worry about, but try saying that again after what just fucking happened!"

"Ariella, this could be just a sick joke-" Brooke started, but Ariella cut her off.

"Don't you dare say that was a joke." She said slowly. "I know that was him, Brooke. I know his voice, more than anyone. That voice is forever burned into my thoughts, my nightmares, and I know it was him. It was the same voice I listened to screaming at me, at Carol. The same voice I listened to when he molested me!" She screeched.

"I know, honey," Brooke said softly. "I know. But nothing is going to happen to you. He can't get near you. He can't even leave Tennessee."

"Just because he's not supposed to doesn't mean he can't!" She shouted.

"I'll look into it, ok honey?" Brooke said, "I-I can see if they'll consider house arrest."

"Maybe you wouldn't have to look into it now if you had told me about it when this happened. If you had told me there was a hearing, I would have gone and said something, and maybe he wouldn't be free right now." Ariella said. "You can defend yourself however you want, but you were wrong not to tell me, Brooke. Of all the things in the world, I deserved to know that." She said, angry.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Brooke said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I'm going into my back lounge." Ariella said. "I don't want to be bothered." She snapped, before heading to the back. The jet, specially made, had a private back room, with a few seats, and a close able door. There were special walls, so she was able to use her cellphone and have Internet in there without it interfering with the planes connection to the ground.

Once there and buckled up, and once the plane was up in the air, Ariella pulled out her phone, and saw her three unread text messages.

From: Demi
To: Ariella
so my sister just called me after seeing ellen...honey i'm so sorry. why didn't you tell me? stay strong, i love you and CALL ME!

From: Miley
To: Ariella
rellie, i'm so sorry babe. brandi saw ellen and called me...why didn't you tell us, rell, we love you. please call me, we're worried.

From: Ashley
To: Ariella
i saw you on ellen, i know you're getting my messages. please please PLEASE respond or call me or something, rellie, I'm worried about you. love you, please call!

She ignored them all again, and settled into seep.

They arrived back in New York at five the next morning, and Ariella continued to ignore everyone as they were driven to their respective houses. She did say goodnight to Olivia once they were back at the apartment, before going into her room and shutting the door.

She then took up what she'd been doing before that day: she didn't leave her room. No matter how much anyone tried, she just stayed in bed watching sad movies, writing, or listening to sad songs.

On Friday, after calling out of work again, Olivia went into Ariella's room. "Ariella, come on," Olivia said, "Let's go out to breakfast."

"No." Ariella mumbled.

"Honey, you need to get up." She aid, sitting on the edge of the bed, "This isn't healthy. You can't waste your life away crying over him, he doesn't deserve your tears."

"He was my everything." She whispered. "He is my everything. I need time."

"Time to do what? Grieve? It's not like he died, Ariella. I know you need time, but spending a week holed up in your room isn't healthy."

"Yes, to grieve!" She said, "Grieve my relationship! He meant everything to me, Olivia!" She said, and Olivia noted the return of her name, instead of mom. "Don't tell me this isn't healthy, because this is how I deal with things. It's how I've been dealing with things my whole life, and this is a major loss for me!"

Olivia looked at her for a moment, before shrugging, and leaving. She left the apartment, and went down to Brooke's. "We need to do something," She announced.

"I know," Brooke said sighing, but picking up her phone, "Got it covered."

It took a week for Brooke's plan to be able to work out, and it was on the two week mark of the breakup. It was Saturday, October 8th, and it was the day of the world wide premiere of Breaking Dawn, the premiere that Ariella had been going to as Taylor's date. She'd also planned on bringing her siblings with her.

Although she was invited regardless of whether or not she was with Taylor, she had no plans on going...she'd done nothing but stay in the apartment for the past week, ignoring all incoming calls and texts.

It was about one in the afternoon when there was a soft knock on Ariella's door, and Olivia stepped in. "Hey, sweetie, there's some people here to see you." She said.

"I'd rather not, please just tell them I'm busy." Ariella said, returning her attention to her laptop, where she was watching The Notebook.

"Busy doing what?" Miley Cyrus said, walking into the room, followed by Demi Lovato, and Ashley Greene.

"It's time to get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself, Ariella." Demi added.

"So we're here to help you do it!" Ashley added.

Ariella blinked for a moment, taking in what was in front of her. "Shouldn't you be somewhere getting ready for a movie premiere?" She finally said, speaking to Ashley.

"I am going to get ready, here with you. We're all going to get ready, and you're going to start living again." Ashley said.

"Oh great idea, let's take me to the premiere of his movie!" Ariella said sarcastically.

"Damn right!" Demi said.

"You're gunna get all dolled up, and then eat his heart out! Don't waste anymore time moping, Rell, show him what he gave up! You're stronger than this, I know you are. You know you are."

"I just want him back." Ariella said.

"Well sitting here and moping isn't going to get him back," Demi said.

"So let's go. We're not leaving unless you're with us, so you can walk the red carpet with out having showered in a few days, wearing ducky pajama pants and a tank top with fuzzy socks, or you can shower and get ready and wear that amazing dress we got for this event, and let us do your hair and make you even more stunning than you naturally are." Ashley said. "Your choice."

"You wouldn't." Ariella said, eyes narrowed.

"Try us." Miley challenged. "Are you really willing to risk it?"

"Mary wouldn't let you. That'd ruin my image." Ariella said, smirking.

"I don't care if people think you're disgusting, at this point," Mary said, "I just want you to leave this apartment and do something."

Ariella looked from her manager/publicist, to her friends, to her mother, to Brooke, who stood at the door.

"I hate you all." She finally muttered, shutting her laptop, and disappearing into the bathroom.

Ashley, Miley, and Demi turned to Brooke, "Problem solved!" They said togehter.

Brooke grinned, and hugged them all. "Thank you, we've all been insanely worried."

"So have we," Demi said, "She's never like this."

"I know," Brooke said, "Do me a favor and kick him in the balls for me?"

Ashley laughed, "I'll see what I can do."

"And I'm sure Ariella would introduce you properly, but I'll do it. This is Detective Olivia Benson, Ariella's biological mother. Olivia, this is Ashley Greene, Miley Cyrus, and Demi Lovato, Ariella's close friends." Brooke introduced.

Olivia shook all of their hands, "Please call me Olivia, and it's great to meet you all," Olivia smiled. She loved meeting parts of Ariella's life.

"Brookie," Demi said, using what Olivia recognized as Ariella's nickname for her, "Do you know where she put the dress?"

"Closet," She said, pointing, and Demi retrieved the garment bag from the closet, while Miley pulled out makeup and hair products from her large purse.

"I thought Ariella said she planned on bringing her sisters and brother?" Ashley inquired, going through the shoes at the bottom of Ariella's closet, and selecting a pair of gold, five inch pumps.

"She did before," Olivia said, nodding.

"Well then call them up and get them over here! Tell the brother that clothes he may wear to a wedding, but even slightly less formal is acceptable, and we can take care of the girls if they bring different outfits." Demi exclaimed.

By the time Ariella stepped out of the bathroom and into her room in her robe, her room had been turned into a salon, and her siblings where there. Dickie stayed out in the living room with Olivia, and Elliot who accompanied them over, while for the next few hours, the girls got ready.

Ariella started on Maureen's hair, while Demi did Kathleen and Miley did Elizabeth, all the while Ashley did all of their nails. Then, while their nails dried, Ariella and Miley did Ahley's hair while Demi did her nails, and then Demi did Ariella's hair. Once Ariella's hair was in a lose curled bun up-do to the side, she did Demi's, then Miley's hair. It was a process, but eventually their hair and nails were all done, and they each did their own makeup.

"The limo will be here soon," Ashley commented, as they began deciding on clothes for Maureen, Kathleen, and Elizabeth.

"Limo?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yup," Ariella said easily, "It's pretty common, especially since Ashley's a star. The red carpet's pretty hectic, so if you want, you can go in the back. But if you're ok with it, I'll bring you on the carpet with us."

"Actually, they need to go in the back," Mary said, as she came in, "After Ellen, we want to wait a little before we go more public." She added, before rushing off again to take a call.

"Ok...nevermind. Sorry."

Her siblings shrugged, and they all got dressed.

Ariella then led the way out to the living room, wearing a strapless mini dress with a sweetheart neckline, that was sparkly gold. She carried a matching gold clutch in her hand, and wore the gold pumps Ashley had picked out, and only simple earrings.

"I won't be back till really late," Ariella said to Olivia, "The after party lasts till early in the morning."

"Alright," Olivia said, "You'll have security with you, right?"

"Yes," Ariella said, "Of course. I have my phone, too."

"Dad, do we have to be back by curfew?" Elizabeth asked on behalf of her and her twin, as they were staying at the apartment that night.

"No," He said, however reluctantly, "But be careful." He hugged his daughters and son, and Ariella moved to Olivia.

"Bye mom," She said, hugging her.

"Bye honey," Olivia said, feeling sort of like she was sending her off to prom, only this was so much different. "Be careful. I love you, and you look beautiful."

"I will be, and thank you. I love you too." She said, hugging her again, and then, they were all being shepherded down to the waiting limo outside. The Stabler children looked at each other. They were in a limo with four celebrities, on their way to a movie premiere...holy crap.

The limo ride was exceptionally short, and before they knew it, they were dropped off. The Stabler kids were ushered in through the back, while Ashley, Demi, Miley, and Ariella were driven to the beginning of the red carpet.

The paparazzi and reporters waiting immediately began taking pictures as a man in a suit stepped up to the door and opened it, then helped all four of the girls out. Jackson Rathbone had been waiting for Ashley, and they joined hands, and began walking.

"Ariella, does Taylor know you're here?"

"Are you and Taylor still friends, Ariella?"

The questions started right away, and Ariella's heart dropped. Demi and Miley linked their arms through either of hers, so she was in the middle, and together the trio began to walk the carpet.

They stopped to pose for pictures, Ashley even joining them for a few. When they reached half way, they ran into Kristin, Rob, and Taylor himself. Kristin smiled, immediately greeting Demi and Miley, and hugging Ariella tightly...Ariella had hung out on set with Taylor whenever she could, and was close with the whole cast.

"Rell, I missed you!" She said, then whispered in her ear, "Ignore the paps, try to have fun?"

Ariella gave a small, close lipped smile, and nodded, before hugging Rob hello, then taking pictures with them at the request of the paparazzi. Many of the stations there, including Ryan Seacrest were asking for interviews, but Mary, who walked a few feet behind, denied all requests.

After Rob had stepped away from Ariella, she was face to face with Taylor. He looked perfect in his black suit, his tie perfectly matching the color of her dress making her want to cry.

"Hey," He said, softly. "You look beautiful." He said sincerely.

She felt her lip start to quiver, her eyes start to pool up, but she forced it all back. "Don't." She said quietly. "Just don't."

"Ariella," He started, but she held her hand up.

"Don't!" She hissed. "You think this isn't hard enough for me, seeing you like this? I didn't even want to come, I wanted to stay in my room like I've been the past weeks. Don't make this harder for me. I got your message loud and clear already." She said, before being guided away by her friends.

She was glad when they were finally inside the darkness of the movie theater. Seated between Maureen and Demi, she slumped down, wishing she could go back to feeling numb in her bedroom.

She barely paid any attention to the movie, and before she knew it, applause broke out. What followed was walking back out to the waiting limo, and being driven to the club hosting the after party. Mary departed for home, leaving the kids to go alone. It was a very secret event, high security. No one that didn't belong there got in, all the employees signed legally binding contracts stating not a word would be said about what happened. All the managers and the people that ran it figured they'd give the under 21 stars a chance to have fun without getting caught...no one was ID'd, and they had access to a full service bar.

Only Maureen and Kathleen each had two drinks, since Elizabeth and Dickie knew they'd be in huge trouble. Miley and Demi each had one, choosing to just have fun dancing. Ariella noticed that Demi and Dickie were getting on well...Miley was dancing with her boyfriend, who'd come to the after party. Alone, she drank more than she ever did. She'd actually never drank anything a day in her life...but she found herself downing a three beers in five minutes. Twenty minutes later, feeling sick, she escaped to the bathroom, where she gripped the counter, looking down at the sink. She knew this was a bad idea. She wanted to go home, and return to the comfort of her bed. The door opened, and in he walked, locking the door.

"Ariella, I need to talk to you," He said, "I need to explain."

"I told you to leave me alone, Taylor. Can't you do that for me? I know you don't love me, but-"

"I do love you!" He shouted, "that's what I'm trying to say!"

"If you loved me then you wouldn't have done this to me, so that's crap," She hissed, "Now let me go, I don't want to listen to this." She went to push past him, but suddenly put her hand over her mouth, running for the sink, and puking. "Beer is even more gross the second time," She moaned, hunched over the sink.

"You were drinking?" He asked, kind of shocked. One time, at a party like this, he'd drank a few beers and she'd refused to kiss him, and hadn't talked to him for the rest of the night, or the next day.

Alcohol scared her, he found out when he'd confronted her, angry. It made her remember the past, she remembered smelling alcohol on his breath as he touched her, hurt her.

"I wanted something to help me feel numb." she admitted quietly, taking the paper towels he handed her. She cleaned herself up, and used mouthwash the club stocked in the bathroom. "I still feel awful," She admitted.

"Come here," He said gently, taking her arm and guiding her to the couch.

"Why do you care so much?" She whispered.

"Ariella, I do love you." He said firmly. "I didn't want to break up with you. It...it was my mom." He finally admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"I told my mom about genetic matching the baby, and she went on a rant about how that's so wrong and I shouldn't be with you for allowing that." He said softly.

She didn't respond, gasping as she clutched her stomach, moaning in pain, "Ow," She gasped out, pulling herself up, thinking movement would help, but it didn't.

She swayed, but Taylor caught her, "Ariella, you need to sit down." He said urgently, "I need to call an ambulance!"

"W-what?" She mumbled, as he lowered her back onto the couch, "Why?"

She heard him urgently on the phone with 911, as her head drooped. She was suddenly aware that the back of her dress felt wet, and she reached to feel it. Looking at her hand, she was shocked to see the red of her blood, before the fuzz trying to take her over consumed her, and she heard Taylor screaming her name, before she lost all consciousness.