A/N: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO THINK OF A WAY FOR MIMI TO TELL HER FRIENDS. ANYWAY, ENJOY AND MORE REVIEWS AND GIVE ME SOME IDEAS TOO.





A week later

Mimi bit her lip nervously as she reached Belle's floor and stepped out of the elevator. Belle had called her the day before, suggesting a sleepover and she refused to take no for an answer. Mimi wasn't in the mood but her mother had urged her to go since she's been at home all week and she felt horrible for avoiding her friends.

She took a few steps forward and knocked on the door, since the Black's penthouse was right in front of the elevator.

"Hi!" Chloe chirped when she answered the door. "Come in. Belle's upstairs."

Mimi smiled, amused with Chloe's sudden enthusiasm. It was relieving to see her relaxed and a bit hyper when usually she was always quiet.

"You look nice, Chloe." Mimi said with a small chuckle, looking at Chloe bounce around in her baby blue teddy print pajamas.

Chloe smiled in response and led Mimi up the stairs to Belle's room.

"You're here! You're here!" Belle squealed excitedly as she hugged Mimi, her pigtails bouncing around her face.

"Geez guys, I didn't know I was the guest of honor."

"We're just glad you're here." Belle declared. "Now, go change into your pajamas."

Mimi nodded and walked over to the bathroom. She hurriedly changed, tied her hair into a high ponytail and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked surprising refreshed, her eyes large and green, and her face rosy. She smiled, somewhat liking what she saw but sighed knowing that beneath the pretty face and charming smile was a lot of hurt.

She shut her eyes for a few minutes, took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. She was going to get through this. It was just another silly sleep over. Nothing bad could possibly happen.

Right?

She opened her eyes, took another quick glance at the mirror and headed out to face Chloe and Belle.

They sat around the living room watching their favorite movies and eating popcorn and potato chips since Belle's parents were dining at Tuscany.

"I have this idea." Belle said, beaming excitedly.

Mimi and Chloe watched her, waiting for her to go on.

"I think we should make a scrapbook. Of us three." Belle declared. Mimi smiled, liking the idea. They all agreed and the girls hurried to Belle's room, gathered all the pictures and needed items and ran back down the living room to start with their new project.

They all began choosing pictures, cutting and pasting them and doing everything they could to make the scrapbook beautiful. What began as a small project turned into hysterical laughing of their past memories, remembering the old times and pondering on their future.

The girls started to talk low, speaking of their greatest hopes and dreams and revealing their thoughts to each other.

What began as a hopeful chatter of their future lives, turned into a small confessional of their darkest untold secrets.

"Sometimes, I can't look at Shawn." Belle began, the utter revelation of her feelings startling the two other girls. "It's because when I look at him, I'm reminded that we share a brother together and it's strange, at least to me, to know that the one person I'm in love with is in some small way related to me. Not biologically but technically, because of JT we are."

Belle sighed, biting her lower lip and looking at her two best friends.

Chloe nodded. She didn't know how Belle felt but she too had her own insecurities.

"Don't worry Belle. Nothing can separate you and Shawn." Chloe whispered. "Well, I have abandonment issues. Growing up like I did, from one foster home to another, I guess the idea that no one will ever love me got stuck in my mind. It's like I am never good enough so they keep sending me away." Chloe whispered, her eyes watering. "I hated Nancy, and I think a part of me still does, although I try not to anymore. She left me and condemned me to a horrible life for sixteen years. But now, I know better. She had no choice. But I keep thinking that she was ashamed of me because she was raped. Then the whole issue of being unwanted comes back again."

Mimi blinked back the tears, her friend's words hitting closer to home than she had expected. "Oh, Chloe, your mom loves you. And she's sorry that she gave you up." Mimi whispered taking her friend's hand and squeezing it for reassurance.

"I know. I know. I guess it's just a defense mechanism." Chloe replied, wiping her tears away.

Belle and Mimi nodded, sympathizing.

Mimi watched her friends for what seemed like forever. They were her two closest friends. She trusted them, loved them like her own sisters.

She exhaled, her mind conflicted between letting herself trust others again and protecting her secret.

"I have to tell you something." She said it barely above a whisper and at first, she thought it was just her imagination but when she looked up, Chloe and Belle were waiting for her to continue. "Swear to me, that it will stay amongst the three of us. Swear." She demanded quietly, her voice hoarse from anticipation.

Belle and Mimi nodded quietly, their eyes watching her intently, contemplating on what she was going to say.

This was a big step and Mimi was terrified but she wanted to tell them. She was sick of secrets, sick of herself, of everything.

"I never told you what...what really happened...in France." She began softly, her voice breaking. She started to shake. Mimi sighed deeply, letting herself breathe for a minute. "It was two days after we got there. Evan and I went out. They let us-his parents I mean." She paused, looking at her friends. They looked somewhat nervous and she hesitated on continuing.

It wasn't too late yet. They didn't know anything. She hadn't told them anything important. She didn't get to the bad part.

But Mimi shook her head. She had to do this. She needed to tell someone. Or she was going to explode or worse go insane.

The only other person who knew was Jason and she couldn't face him yet.

It was just too much.

"Anyway, we were at a party. It was around midnight and I just went to the bathroom before we went back home. When I came out, I didn't know where Evan was." She swallowed, refusing to let herself fall apart before finishing the story. "I looked for him. And I looked again and then I went outside. I didn't know what made me go outside but I.....I thought that he might be there waiting for me. But he wasn't....and before I could go back in.....there was a man. And he grabbed me and I screamed. But no one heard. Everyone was inside, partying and the music was so loud."

She stopped, unable to fight the painful memories.

"He, uh, dragged me away from the house and.....I kicked and I screamed for help but nothing. No one came. And then, he took me behind a car and pinned me underneath him. And he started tearing my clothes off.......I tried fighting him but he was so strong. And he kept hitting me, over and over again when I wouldn't stop crying. I.....passed out, I think, because everything went black and my body went numb after being painfully hit and kicked. And he stabbed me. Here, on the side." She said touching the scar that was already healing. "The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital with Evan by my side and he cried. He begged me to forgive him. He said he was sorry. I didn't understand at first. Because I was in a coma for a week and I couldn't remember a lot. It was when he told me everything that I started piecing things together." Mimi whispered, her voice trailing off as she waited for them to say something.

"Oh, Mimi I am so sorry." Belle whispered as she scooted over to her friend and hugged her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through something so horrible." Chloe joined in the group hugged.

"I know." Mimi whispered hugging her friends back. "And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you anything. I knew you were both worried but I was so scared. It was my fault. My fault." Mimi tried to explain but her emotions over took her and she started crying.

"Don't you dare say that!" Chloe whispered hoarsely through her tears. "It was not your fault. No one deserves to be raped. That is horrible to blame yourself." She said hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry." Mimi whispered burying her face on Chloe's shoulder while holding on to Belle's hand.

"It's okay." Belle whispered brokenly, unable to control the pain that she felt for her childhood best friend. "We're here, Meems. We're here."

The three of them sat there for as long as they could; holding on to each other; to the friendship that was strengthened by their painful secrets, surrounded by the pictures that froze time and held the cherished memories of their past.

Belle and Chloe held on to their common friend, wanting to relieve her of the pain that she felt, feeling guilty for trying to snoop in her business.

But they were both saddened and glad to finally learn it, to be able to help her through it.

The girls finally let go of each other and laid on the couches, all exhausted emotionally.

Mimi rested her head on the pillow on Belle's lap, her eyes distant, yet not so burdened by the weight of the secret that she carried. Belle was stroking her hair, braiding it in small pieces and then unbraiding it again, the repetitive motion making Mimi sleepy.

Chloe sat across from both of them, her one arm rested underneath her as she tried to watch TV that had been previously left unnoticed and hum a familiar song at the same time.

The doorbell rang. Belle gently moved away from Mimi who was already asleep. Chloe tried to open her eyes but she too was exhausted.

Belle sprinted to the door, not wanting to wake any of her friends.

"Hi guys." Belle said, greeting Shawn, Philip and Jason. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly.

"We heard about your little sleepover. We wanted to see how it's going." Shawn grinned. "Can we come in?" He asked.

Belle looked back, hesitating a little. "They're sleeping." She said.

"Already. It's only ten thirty." Philip declared, looking at his watch.

"Yeah, I know but we're all beat. You guys might as well go in. I'm actually glad that you're here. I need some help carrying them upstairs." Belle smiled, moving aside to let them in.

Jason and Philip walked in immediately while Shawn lingered to talk to belle by the door.

"Hey, baby." Philip whispered to Chloe, kissing her forehead softly. She half opened her eyes, smiling at him.

"Philip. Why are you here?" She asked quietly.

"I missed you. I wanted to see if you were having fun." He declared, lifting her up to carry her upstairs.

"Ok." Chloe mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

Just across from them, Jason kneeled beside Mimi, his eyes filled with worry. "Is she okay?" He asked allowed.

"Yeah, just a little tired." Belle answered quickly.

Something felt strange about the way he asked if Mimi was okay. It was as if he suspected or knew something. Belle quickly brushed it off, still too exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster that she they were all in and instead focused on what Shawn was saying.

Jason looked back at Mimi, his heart tugging as he watched her. She looked so innocent and so at peace and he wished that she would have her peace when she wakes up. He put his arms underneath her, and lifted her up gently and carried her all the way to Belle's room where Chloe was already sleeping.

Mimi slightly stirred but kept her eyes closed, unaware of him as he put her on the bed.

"I love you, Mimi." He whispered as he pulled the covers over her. The statement didn't startle him. He had known it for a while now and it was only confirmed at his house, the week before, when she panicked and he held her for the longest time as she tried to sleep.

He smiled, proud that he said it. It was the truth after all and he just wanted her to know it.



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A/N: I KNOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE JASON MASTERS BUT IM KEEPING IT JASON WELLES. IT SOUNDS BETTER TO ME. HOPEFULLY, I DON'T OFFEND ANYONE BY DOING THAT.