Author's Note: Hey guys, this chapter is a little different. Livia's mom, Abby, has a story all her own. Today's chapter is what she was doing for the 8 years she abandoned Livia. Her thoughts and actions are not the best, and you will learn the truth about the situation. Hope you enjoy. Shout out to dabombbritt for her feedback on Livia's mom. Also to catluver9999, 4 plus 6 equals fourtris, Kira Tsumi, for reading and then reviewing and favoriting my story!

(March 8th, 1999 Abby's POV)

I didn't want to be a mother again. I wasn't cut out for the role. My free spirit was now tied down by two more children. Ethan, my oldest, stands next to my hospital bed, waiting to hold his two new twin sisters. Richard wanted kids so badly, I had no choice but to give in. I was proud to have Ethan. He was only one and a half, but you could tell he would grow up to be handsome. He was funny, and much like me in many ways. He was a mama's boy, and I couldn't get enough. This time was different, when I held the girls in my arms I had mixed emotions. Cecilia, had dark auburn hair and a set of deep brown eyes, while Livia, had light blond hair with blue gray eyes to match. I didn't know how to react to either of them. Livia, from the moment she was born, begged for her daddy. Cecilia, would nuzzle up in my arms seeming content. One of the twins liked me, that's all that mattered.

(2003 Abby's POV)

The girls have gotten much bigger, and their personalities have started to show. Livia, was always cleaning up her sister and brothers mess. She wanted things to be in order. Cecilia, was the exact opposite. She had a wild personality, and you never knew what she was going to do next. Her dark auburn hair started to get curly and I would sit on the living room floor and watch her wild curls bounce. Her deep brown eyes showed you the love she had to give. Ethan had dark blond and green eyes he got from his mama. His jokes would fill the room and a smile was always plastered on his face. I often cradled Cecilia and Ethan, they would always want my attention. Livia would bounce on her father's knees, laughing loudly in the process. As they were growing up Livia never cried. She was calm, never really getting into anything. Cecilia would be climbing over her crib, and running around all day long. Ethan, at first did not like his sisters. He would chase them, and scare them. Cecilia would hit his head if he came to close. Livia would sit, looking terrified of her brother. As they got older though, Ethan accepted his new playmates and the three of them were inseparable. They were the three musketeers, and nothing would divide them. They shared a room, because Ethan thought it wasn't fair that his two sisters got to share a room and he was left alone. No one minded and they grew up together closer than anyone would have imagined. Things became harder for me though, I had kids young and my friends still had the social life I desired. I started lying to Richard, saying I had late night work when really I was out with my friends doing the things I wish I had time for. Richard never questioned me and he seemed fine taking care of the kids by himself. He would work during the days, and then I would take care of the kids. At night, I would leave and Richard would take care of his three children. This is how our family worked, and I believed I was in the right. I had made careless mistakes though, sleeping with other guys, and word got around.

(December 23rd, 2003 Abby's POV)

''Where are you going?'' Richard asked one night.

It was a normal day, nothing special had happened. After a long day I needed a break. I had just been invited to go to a club with some of my friends. Our intentions were unclear that night, but I knew it would be us getting drunk and sleeping with any guy that offered. It was late, all the kids were asleep and I figured Richard was too. I was surprised to see him sitting by the door, in the dark this late.

''Work.'' I respond not looking him in the eyes.

''I know you're lying.''

''How could you accuse me of such a thing!''

''I know you're sleeping with Jeff, you're friends told his wife when they were drunk out of their own minds, she told me.''

I gulped not knowing what to say. If I pushed him, he could have more dirt on me. I decided to keep quiet.

''Nothing?'' He asks annoyed.

''I'm not doing this tonight, I have to go.'' I grab my keys and open up the door walking out to my car. I started my car and was surprised to see Richard standing on my driver side window. I rolled it down so I could hear him. Tears ran down his face, and I wanted to laugh. He was the man, he was suppose to show no emotions.

''If you leave here tonight, we're getting a divorce.'' He said letting out a shaky breath.

I rolled the window back up, so he wouldn't hear anything I said. I pulled the car out of the driveway, feeling warm tears streaming down my face. I wanted to scream and tell him I was sorry, that I would change. The words never escaped my lips and I had lost the one person I ever loved. I couldn't change.

(January 2nd, 2003 Abby's POV)

I refused to accept what happened that night in December. Richard didn't talk to me at all, but we pretended nothing happened. The holidays were spent like all the others. It wasn't forever though. Richard was in our room packing, he was actually leaving. He had made arrangements to stay at a friends house until he could find one of his own. The kids were still asleep, but I knew they'd be waking up soon. I sat on the couch holding my head in my hands, trying not to cry. The man I loved was leaving, and I couldn't find it in me to stop it. I heard little feet hitting the ground, and the sound of their bare feet walking on the wood floor. All three of them came out together, and they took one look at me, not knowing what to do. Cecilia and Ethan came over to me and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around them holding them tight. Livia came and sat next to me, resting her head on my arm. I felt bad for pushing her away, but she was her daddy's little girl, not mine. I saw Richard walk out of our room, and to the front door. The kids looked between me and their dad. Even at their young ages of 4, and 5, they could see something was wrong.

''Daddy...'' Livia whimpered.

He looked over at his kids, but stayed, putting his shoes on. Livia ran over and grabbed her father's legs and started to cry. Cecilia and Ethan stayed on my lap, but they started crying too.

''Daddy, don't go...'' Livia cried at her father's feet.

''Baby girl, I have to go. I'll come get you guys to visit me at my new house alright?''

''I want you here daddy!'' Livia wailed.

He picked her up and held her in his arms, he swayed with her in his arms, trying to soothe her down. Livia had trouble breathing when she got upset. She was a jumpy girl, afraid of a lot of things. You would never guess though, because when something was scary to her, she showed no emotion. You'd think she was brave.

Cecilia and Ethan sat frozen on my lap, all I could hear were their quiet whimpers. They had loved their father, and he loved them very much, they were too afraid to do anything, almost like if they did do anything it was real. They couldn't take it any longer and ran over to hug their fathers legs. He put Livia down and knelt down so he could hug all of them. He shed no tears.

''Bye my babies.'' He whispered to them.

''I love you!'' I shout at him, new tears falling down my face.

He stared at me with sad eyes, and walked out the door and never walked back into our house again. I stood up and locked myself in my room. No one came to get me. Later that night, I had plans to go out, and I dropped the kids off at my grandparents house. It was the start to a vicious cycle I knew, but I had to leave. That night I had done something I wish I could take back, drugs. I became addicted and there was no stopping me.

(2007 Abby's POV)

One drunk night I stopped over at Richard's house. Things went down and now I'm pregnant with his kid. It was a girl, and I decided her name would be Reese. Maybe I would change for her. I stopped drinking and doing drugs for nine months. I thought when I held her I would change. I didn't, I went back to my old ways when she was only 6 months old. Livia took care of her most of the time. I didn't have to worry. Sometimes I wanted to run and leave all of them. The urge never really went away.

(2008 Livia's POV)

''Where's mom, it's been five days.'' I was worried now, mom would only leave us alone two days at a time.

The past few years have been hard. I remember my mama never checked my take home folder. All my good grades on my spelling tests and multiplication tests were never seen. Sometimes I would cry silently, wishing daddy would come take us away. He never did, only on the weekends.

''I don't know.'' Cecilia whimpered.

''I'm scared.'' Ethan admitted.

My grandma had always told us to call her if mom didn't come home. I dialed her phone number and waited for her to answer. She told me to pack our bags, everything we wanted to bring to her house. She said we would be living with her from now on. I went over to Reese's baby carriage and picked her up. She was only one, and I had been taking care of her for a long time. Mom got too angry, I had to make sure she was okay.

''Come on baby girl, we're going to grandma's.''

I told Cecilia what to pack for Reese, and ourselves. Everything we had fit into our little suitcases. Most of our stuff was at our grandma's already. We stepped out onto the front porch and waited for our grandma. When she came, we had all started crying. I was afraid mom was dead, and I was afraid for Reese, Cecilia, and Ethan. They had loved mom, and needed her in their lives. I had to always act like I was strong for them. I was only 9, but I felt like it was all my fault. This whole thing was my fault, and it was my responsibility to pick up the pieces. We got in the car, I buckled up Reese, and I sat in my own seat and cried.

(2011 Abby's POV)

I had left my kids three years ago. I had hit rock bottom many times these years. I was living in a motel with my new boyfriend. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Years of drug and alcohol abuse is starting to show. My skin was turning more yellow, my skin hanged from my bones, my teeth were getting worse, and my hair was thinning out. I know I need help, I just can't seem to want it enough. I wish I could remember all the horrible things I've done, but I can't. Memories have faded away, the only thing I remember is my kids. I know I've been arrested before, and my kids have heard. I knew that they knew what I was doing, and I was never there for them. I watch my boyfriend sleep, tattoos covered his body and his pitch black hair was all over the place. I didn't want to be here anymore. I picked up my phone, and called the only person I knew would answer.

''Hello?'' I hear her cheery voice answer.

''Mom, I need to come home.'' I admit.

''Abby?! Where are you?! Do you need me to come get you?!''

I told her where to find me and I packed up the few of my belongings. I knew she would answer, a mother's love never runs out. After everything I've done, she can still come save me.

Mixed reactions were present when I got to my mother's house. Cecilia and Ethan were very happy to see me hugging me and crying. I had forgotten how much I had missed them. Livia stood a couple feet behind Cecilia, and Ethan, she was holding Reese in her arms. Reese held on tight to her obviously not knowing who I was. She had grown up thinking Livia was her mother, when really I had just left. Livia stood stone faced, showing me no emotion. She was older now, with her dark blue gray eyes that pierced into me. Her hair was long, to the middle of her back, with light curls. Her face had matured and her lips had become fuller. She was still skinny for her age, probably stress. She stood, almost taller than me for only 12 years old. Livia had grown up fast, physically and mentally.

''I'm not staying here if she is.'' She says turning over to her grandma.

''Livia.. we'll talk about this later.'' My mother whispers back.

''No, I already have talked to Dad about it. He said that if she ever came back I could go live with him and his wife. Meadow and Willow share a room, there would be an extra room for me.''

I try to step in.

''Livia, I came back so I could be with my family.''

''You won't change.'' She spits at me.

She turns her back to me refusing to look at me.

''I will never forgive you ever. I hate you for what you did, and I'm not staying here if you are.''

She put Reese down and ran up to her room. Next thing I know she's heading out the door. To her father's car. She doesn't even offer a slight wave. I had run away three years ago, leaving my children, and now one of my own was running away from me.

(2014)

Livia had been visiting on the weekends to see us. She ignored me, and I didn't mind. I ignored her too. I wish I could say I'm getting better, but I'm not. I still use drugs and abuse alcohol. No one acknowledges when I leave and come back drunk. No one acknowledges the scars that are up and down my arm. Everyone wants me better and everyone ignores it. Livia doesn't though, she stares at the scars. She looks at me with disgust in her eyes. She threatens to call the police when I come home drunk. She tells me how wrong I am, but I don't listen. Livia was now in high school, going to the best of schools there was to offer. Livia dived into her schoolwork because it distracted her from her life. She didn't like going back home, I didn't know things were so bad at her dad's house. One day my mother got a call from the police. Livia's dad was dead, and Livia was all alone at the scene. She went to pick her up and soon Livia was back with us. No one said a word to her, but I knew Livia was devastated by her father's suicide. He was her lifeline for many years, and now he was gone. I know what I should of done was to comfort her but I wouldn't. My feelings toward Livia was complicated. She was the mother and I was the daughter. Livia's anxiety got worse as time went on, but I never said anything. This is her suffering she gets for all those years she kept me at arms length. Karma would come her way, either good or bad.

(2015 The night of Livia's admission)

Livia was living in a hospital, her heart and stress had put her there. While the whole house was scrambling to see her, I stayed put. Livia didn't need me before, she didn't need me now. She would always be pushing me away. I went in her room and found a piece of paper lying by her nightstand. I picked it up and stood reading it.

There's a saying that says a mother's love never runs out

My mother never had any love to give

For some reason this made me upset. Nothing Livia ever said made me upset, just annoyed. This though, made a feeling of shame and guilt washes over me and I hated it. Since when did I ever start acting like this. So I did what I've always done. I called up an ex and headed up to Vegas. I wouldn't hurt Livia if I was away. It never bothered her before I knew it. I never meant anything to her. Or did I? I pushed the thought away and partied like crazy. Livia was in a hospital bed and I was out messing around with this guy I've only known for two days. Seems about fitting for my parenting. I was doing what I always did, so really I wasn't doing anything wrong.