Victoria sat by herself in the living room for the rest of the day. She hadn't bothered to change or even make a move for the shower. Her father had asked her if there was anything which she had needed and Ana had tried to talk to her, but, her words fell on death ears. She didn't want to speak with anyone.

Andrew had gone.

It wasn't until seven o'clock at night when Christian realised that he had to do something to help her. He walked into the living room, settling himself on the edge of the coffee table in front of the sofa which she was curled up on as he looked into her eyes, his own showing dominance as hers showed pain.

"You need to eat, Victoria," he informed her, his voice tense and dominating as she looked at him, red rims around her orbs as she shook her head before going back to looking down at her kneecaps.

"I'm not hungry," she informed her father as he sighed once at her.

"He's gone," he said, trying to be brutally truthful with her and she looked back at him as his hands moved around his body in emphasis. "He left you, Victoria. He wasn't good enough if he couldn't stay by you."

That seemed to evoke something inside of her. She felt her stomach churn as her chest clenched and she glared at her father, shaking her head at him as she did so and he looked back at her, just glad to see some form of emotion.

"He couldn't stand by me because of you!" she snapped at her father and he blinked profusely, watching as she moved from the sofa and stood up. He remained seated, watching as she moved around the living room. "He couldn't stay with me because of what you've brought onto us!"

"I didn't ask for this, Victoria," Christian said, his voice teetering on the edge as his daughter snorted once and she rolled her eyes at him.

"No...but you do nothing to help the situation...Andrew is..."

"Spineless?" Christian tested the word for her.

"No!" she yelled at him and Christian didn't think he had ever heard her yell at him as loudly as she was doing. He had clearly said the wrong thing. But, he couldn't help but think it. Anastasia was standing by him through all of this. She was strong. Andrew was weak.

"Don't you dare call him spineless!" Vicky roared at her father. "He didn't want to die! That makes him human! Do you know how scared we were...waiting here...to see if someone was going to kill us...with thanks to you and your crazy exes! I don't want to even be here, dad! I don't want to be here!"

"Why didn't you go with him, then?" Christian enquired and Vicky pushed a hand through her hair before rolling her eyes and Christian stood up, watching her with intent as she did so.

"Because you're here!" she yelled. "You're here in danger."

"I can look after myself. It is you who I was trying to protect," Christian informed her.

"If I went, would I be spineless?" she enquired from her father and he shook his head, his hand slicing the air as he did so.

"Absolutely not."

"Then don't you dare call Andrew that." Victoria warned him and she turned on her heel and left the room. Christian remained silent, running his hands through his hair before he shook his head. There would have been one time when he would have gone after her, yelling at her and demanding an apology, but, it all seemed pointless. Time had changed.

...

Victoria thought long and hard about her decision as she snuck out of Escala later on in the evening to go to her meeting with the woman she was hardly related to. She had decided a mutual meeting place would be good enough. Vicky had settled on allowing her to name some small coffee house. She was already there when she turned up, settled with a cappuccino in her hands and a hot chocolate near the seat opposite.

"I take it Christian doesn't know you're here," she informed her daughter and Vicky sat opposite her. She knew she looked a mess. Her hair was completely askew and her coat covered the baggy jumper which she was wearing as she glared at her.

"What are you playing at?" Vicky snapped and Elena blinked rapidly, wondering what she was talking about. "You gave Leila the code to the apartment and you knew she had a gun with her."

"I gave her it as a mistake...Vicky..."

"Don't," Vicky snapped lowly, attracting some stares from people around her. "Why did you do it? Is it all part of some stupid plan? Kill Ana and get my dad back, is that it?"

"No!" Elena lied, trying to grab her daughter's hand which rested on the table, but, Vicky snatched it from within her grasp and dropped it to her side. "I would never do that."

"Why don't I believe you?" Vicky snapped at her.

"I can't make you believe me."

"Good," Vicky hissed, "because I don't. Did you know that I was in that penthouse this morning when she came? She came into our home with a gun!"

Elena managed to look slightly worried at the news as Vicky arched a brow in her direction and the woman shook her head profusely. She didn't want that...she didn't think...

"No!" Elena cried out again, a hand covering her mouth. "I didn't know...I'd never have done that to you...you're my daughter..."

"I'm not," Vicky spat. "I'm really not. And Andrew has left me...he's gone back to California...all because of you..."

"It wasn't me," Elena said, putting on her best voice which was full of sorrow and concern. "I..."

"Save it," Vicky demanded, standing up and looking down at her as Elena pleadingly looked back.

"Stay and have a drink. Let me explain, at least," she worried and Vicky snorted, picking the drink up and sipping on it for a second before she made a rash decision. The liquid was cold and horrible. Vicky quickly reached over the table, pouring the brown liquid over her mother's head as Elena squeaked in horror, moving on her seat, trying to avoid it. But, it was too late. People watched as Vicky slammed the cup back down onto the table.

"Now leave us alone!" she shouted and stormed from the coffee house.

She sat in her car before driving off. She thought she'd feel better if she did that. But, she felt nothing. She didn't know how she found herself driving, but, she managed it. And then she came to Andrew's apartment block. She sat in the car park, looking up at it and noting the lights were off. He'd gone. He'd left.

She prepared to back out of the lot, looking around the car and freezing as she did so. In the bay next to her sat Ana. Vicky's eyes went wide as Ana nodded, rolling down her window and Vicky did the same.

"I followed you," Ana admitted. "I saw you sneak out."

"Why didn't you raise the alarm?"

"I don't know," Ana replied with a shrug as she sat in her own car. "I had to make sure you were safe and okay."

"I think I'm suffering from a mental breakdown," Vicky said, a chuckle escaping her lips as she leant back in her seat, sighing and gripping her wheel.

"Dr Flynn can help," Ana assured her and Vicky smirked at the comment. "You can't sit in the car park all night."

"I don't know what to do," Vicky complained, looking across to Ana who smiled sadly.

"A burger always helps to rectify the situation," she assured her with a reassuring nod and Vicky sighed but nodded.

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A/N: Vicky and Ana bonding next and Christian has a heart attack when he realises his two girls have vanished! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!