A/N: hello my lovely readers. I realize I haven't updated in let's see…oh yeah, forever. But you know how life gets sometimes…busy. But I really feel like doin some writing, so on with this story.

Hazel and Jimmy were sitting on Jimmy's couch, the apartment was finally clean, they were just waiting for Paige's mother, Mrs. Barish to come. Neither one of them were saying anything to each other. Just sitting quietly, both of their minds running all over the place.

It wasn't everyday that a friend is hallucinating about her dead rapist at a party, and then having a breakdown in the bathtub. There weren't exactly book on how to deal with stuff like that.

Neither one of them wanted to admit how scared they were. They tried to be strong for each other, and strong for Paige. But Spinner wasn't afraid to admit that he was completely freaking out. He was still in Jimmy's room, carefully watching Paige sleep. Jimmy would never mention that he had heard him crying before, he didn't blame him for getting so upset, this was probably one of the scariest things that had ever happened to any of them.

Just then, there was a frantic banging on Jimmy's front door that caused him and Hazel to jump about a foot in the air. Jimmy jumped up and sprinted to the door. He flung it open and a frazzled Mrs. Barish was standing there. She rushed in past jimmy, "where is she? What's wrong? Where's my Paigey?"

Jimmy tried to keep her calm, "she's in my room with Spinner, I think she had a little breakdown." He motioned towards the hallway, "it's this way, let me show you"

He led her down the hall, and she seemed very shaken. She turned the knob and entered the bedroom it was very dark inside. In front of her there was a queen size bed with a dark blue comforter. On the left side Paige was tucked tightly under the covers, her hair was wet, and she was wearing a large basketball jersey. On the right side, Spinner was laying on top of the sheets on his side, staring at Paige. He moved the wet blonde strands out of her face. She mumbled and scooted herself closer to him. Anya could just see that something was very wrong, she was so pale, and something about the way Spinner was looking at her, he seemed afraid to touch her, like she might break if he did.

"Paige" she said quietly

Spinner turned and saw her in the doorway; he was too focused on Paige to even hear her come in. Paige didn't open her eyes, she only stirred a little.

"Mommy?" her voice sounded so weak, and defeated…so unlike Paige.

Mrs. Barish rushed to the side of the bed. She ran her hands over Paige's forehead and whispered in Russian, "My baby, what happened to you?"

On Monday afternoon there was a knock at Paige's front door. Dylan answered it to find Spinner standing on the front step.

"Hey, is Paige home?" he asked

"Uh sure, she's in the kitchen doing chores" Dylan said opening the door wider to let Spinner in.

He came around the corner to see Paige in her plaid pajama pants and a gray tank top, her hair was pulled back all messy, she even had her glasses on. He smiled, he liked the lazy Paige, the Paige who skipped school today and didn't exactly look like she was ready to hit the town.

He slowly entered, knocking on the wall to get her attention. He hadn't seen or talked to Paige since Saturday night, when he'd carried her to her mom's car. He was almost afraid to see her now, he was almost afraid of her for some reason.

She looked up from the glasses she was putting in the cabinet and when she saw him she smiled, then frowned when she realized what she looked like.

Spinner cautiously approached her and kissed her cheek, "hey honeybee, how are you feeling today?"

"Just fine thanks" she replied cheerfully, she pulled a few plates out of the dishwasher, "while you're here, would you mind making yourself useful?" she said placing the stack in his hands.

Spinner took the plates across the kitchen and placed them on the counter, "so um…" he wanted to ask what had really happened on Saturday, but he didn't know how to ask.

Luckily, Paige knew her boyfriend really well, "On Saturday I basically had a nervous breakdown. All my stress had piled up, and then it came to a breaking point." She started putting the forks in the silverware drawer, "I'm going to start seeing a grief counselor to deal with everything."

Spinner started to get concerned with her nonchalant attitude, she spoke like everything was perfectly normal, and nothing special was going on with her.

Spin grabbed some bowls, "So you're sure you're ok?"

"Of course I am" she said, her back to him

Spinner came up behind her, and put his hand gently on her shoulder " 'Cause you know, its ok if you're not"

She placed her hand over his, "Yeah, I know," she said quietly

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ok I realize that was kind of a pointless chapter, but I promise next chapter, all the doodie is gonna hit the fan…big time

I can't wait

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