Yeah, I'm definitely not sure what I'm doing. Um, hope you like this part. The Pretenders still own the song and I own nothing. One more chapter should be out before Christmas, which means I'm going to be writing my butt off when I get home from work today! READ & REVIEW!!

BTW: Just to let ya guys know, Victoria didn't get arrested last chapter. The security guy said it sarcastically but then the both just left, leaving the two in the waiting room. Just had to clear that up!



Trish knocked on the door lightly and only pushed it open when she heard the faint voice saying it was okay. It took her a minute to get used to the dim lighting and she almost tripped over a cord on the floor. "Stacy, do you want me to come back another time?"

"No, you're fine." She said quietly.

"What happened to you?" Trish asked. "You look like hell."

"Thanks." Stacy replied dryly. "How would you feel if I told you that you did too?"

Trish grinned. "I'd probably believe you." She sat down on the chair next to her friend's bed and studied her for a minute. The whole left side of Stacy's face was bruised up, making it impossible for her to open her eye. There was a gash from the bottom of her chin to the top of her collarbone and her left wrist was already in a cast. "Who did this?" She asked finally.

Stacy looked over at her slowly and frowned. "I have no idea." She answered shortly before turning her attention back to the television.

"Was it Victoria?"

There was silence for a minute and then Stacy shook her head. "No, where would you get that idea from?"

"From the fact that the girl is a complete psycho." Trish said simply. "What is she doing to you and why won't you tell anyone?"

"It wasn't her." Stacy snapped, causing the other blonde to jump. "Why can't you seem to get off of that?" She took a few deep breaths. "I'm getting a little tired. I think you should leave now."

Hey, what you got to hide?

I get angry too

Well I'm a lot like you

Stacy watched Trish leave without another word and felt the tears well up in her eyes. The door opened once more and Andrew stepped in tentatively. She brushed the tears away impatiently and put a believable smile on her face. "Hey Sweetie." She near whispered as he sat down in the same chair Trish had vacated.

"You don't look tired anymore." He observed quickly, taking her hand in his.

"I just didn't want to talk to Trish anymore." Stacy said, her smile starting to falter. "Nothing's going on either." She added before he had a chance to ask.

He grinned. "How'd ya know I was going to ask you that?"

"Because that seems to be the only question people are asking me nowadays." She reasoned.

"Well you know that if anything's the matter you can come talk to me, no matter what it is."

Stacy scowled and pulled her hand away from his grasp. "How comforting." She said sarcastically.

Andrew looked at he strangely. "The only thing you're doing is distancing yourself away from the people who love you. And we can't help if you don't tell us what's wrong."

Stacy rolled her eyes. "Since when were you a licensed psychiatrist?"

"Big words for someone like you." He shot back.

"Get out." Stacy ordered quietly. He started to say something but she cut him off. "Please, I don't want to talk to you right now."

*~*~*

Trish was eyeing the door as it opened and saw Andrew walk out, a dejected look on his face. She didn't bother asking what was wrong as he sat down next to her with a sigh.

"She doesn't want any help." He said simply and Trish nodded.

"I know. And if she doesn't want it, we can't get involved."

"Says who?"

*~*~*

"Did you see what kind of shape she was in? It was terrific." Victoria exclaimed gleefully into the phone. "It was great. I think she pissed Andrew and Trish off too-what do you mean how do I know? I just know. They had these looks on their faces when they left her room that were absolutely priceless.No I'm not, you're just as bad as I am and don't you dare try to tell me otherwise.Not unless you want me to tell everyone.that's what I thought. I'll get into contact with you soon.Yeah, whatever. Bye." She threw the cell phone down onto the hotel bed and threw herself down next to it, rubbing her hands together. Everything was going according to plan. Stacy was alienating herself from her boyfriend and friends.

Victoria frowned and propped herself with her elbow. But then there was the problem with Trish-she knew something and was going to try everything in her power to reveal Victoria's plan. She flipped over and punched the pillow in frustration. They'd have to do something about Trish too, and that was not part of the plan. "Whatever's necessary though." She said quietly to herself, reaching over and flipping off the light.

She had been asleep for what felt like a few minutes when a loud knocking woke her up. Victoria glanced over at the clock, which read 2:27, and groaned. She pulled on her bathrobe and trudged over to the door.

The person started pounding on the door again and she opened it reluctantly and was met with a fist to the face. Whoever it was tied a cloth around her mouth and bound her hands and feet together.

"Now, let's play a little game."

In her groggy state, she could barely make out the voice but all memory was erased as things went black.



Honestly, I have no idea where I'm going with this, but isn't that half the fun??