A/n: I'm really sorry about the confusion people, but I took out two misc. chapters to make the story look neater, while it won't show I added, I promised I did. Also, option on the song clip before the chapter. Yay or nay?

Must Read: Rescueby Jabyar.


But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Olivia walked in the apartment a minute till six with Abbie at her heel. They were going to work on chem. but really just talk. Abbie had been kicked out of her house while her father had a business meeting with five associates who were having dinner and wine there. It was something she was used to by now, but this would be the first time she didn't go to Kat's house since forever.

"Mom?" Olivia asked almost cautiously.

"Where were you?" she asked from the doorway of her room.

"At Abbie's. She's staying till ten," Olivia stated, annoyed right now with her mom. She was actually having a great day and she was not going to let her drunken mother ruin it.

Abbie and her walked into Olivia's room and sat down on her quilted bed as they talked about the latest gossip. After about half an hour, Olivia's mom knocked on her door, obviously drunk.

Humiliated, Olivia excused herself and led her mom to the living room.

"Mom, I have company!" Olivia said heatedly.

"What, am I embarrassing you?" her mother asked harshly in Olivia's face, her whiskey stained breathes filling the room.

"Yeah," Olivia said after a moment of heated silence.

"Fine, if I'm embarrassing you so much, I'll leave. I'm going to the store, I'll be back with supper."

"Don't bother, I already ate," Olivia sniped as she watched her mom grab her purse and jacket as she left. Turning in annoyance, she left back to her room where Abbie sat silently, not sure of what to say.

"Do you guys fight a lot?" Abbie got the courage to ask.

"Only after a drink," Olivia said, "but she's pretty cool when she's not." She was surprise she was sticking up for her mom, but her mom was still a part of her, through the good or bad.

"Humm… Yeah, with my dad, it's the work. We never fight unless work is involved," Abbie said with a huge roll of the eyes.

"He work a lot?" Olivia asked, trying to get the attention off her.

"Always has. I mean, kinda just used to it now."

"Yeah, know what that's like," Olivia said, looking down at her hands where she found a pillow. Smiling, she threw it at the unexpecting Abbie with a giggle.

Alex turned around the corner alone. Abbie's speech kept playing through her head. She did lose George. Such a perfect guy, and she let him slip away. But it wasn't really about George it was about losing. As much as she hated to admit it, she always had a competitive side to her, and Abbie was pretty much beating her at everything she tried to do right now.

Rubbing her hands together, she slowly passed over the grazes on her knuckles. They were a darker red and she hadn't broke one open in a while which was actually surprising. Rubbing her left hand over them slowly, she closed her eyes. She hated everything right now. Everything she had was slipping away, and there was no way she was getting it back. She had ruined it all, and now she was paying the price. She wiped a nonexistence tear before turning into the Burger Shoppe.

Ordering a burger with fries she sat down at the corner booth that was pretty much hidden from the outside traffic. After finishing her meal, she headed home to an empty house to finish the ghastly routine.

Abbie looked at the flashing alarm clock in Olivia's room. It was about ten and she was surprised they hadn't heard from her mom and by the look on Olivia's face, she was too.

"Maybe she stopped at a bar," Olivia said sadly unsure of how Abbie would react.

"Do you wanna go, you know, look for her?"

"No," Olivia said quickly. "Let me just call her cell before you leave." It had happened to her before, when her mom was too drunk or had a boyfriend over, she would stay at a friend's, usually Alex's, but now she was afraid she would be staying for an all new reason. Dialing the number she waited as it rang.

"Yeah?" a tried voice answered.

"Mom, where are you?" Olivia asked.

"Livvy, um… I'm really sorry about this…" she paused for a minute and got back on the phone, "baby, I'm in Jersey now. I don't know where I'm gonna be now, but… I'm so sorry," her mom sobbed, "I was just so ashamed of your friend drinking and then you saying you were embarrassed…" her mom's voice drifted off.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" Olivia said quickly, not wanting this to be real. "Please, come on, you don't have to do this!"

"Liv, go stay somewhere till I'm gone," her mom said harshly before hanging up. Olivia just starred at the phone, not sure what to do. How could her mother just leave the state without telling her? She didn't mean to be so mean to her and was pretty pissed off, both at herself and her mom.

In a fit, she threw the phone down and walked in the kitchen. Opening the sink drawer, she took out the whiskey bottles. Throwing them harshly to the ground, she started to cry. She finished to more hideouts and ten more bottles. Grabbing one from the closet, she smashed it down, and then her body feel down to the ground too.

Abbie just stood there, afraid to do anything until Olivia finally calmed down. Walking over to her broken friend, she knelled down to her level and wrapped an arm around her. They sat like that on the floor with broken whiskey bottles littering the floor around them as Olivia cried on Abbie's shoulder.

Abbie held her friend as she brushed through her hair and soothed her.

"Olivia, don't blame yourself for what your mother is doing, you hear me? This is not your fault. You can stay at my place as long as you want," Abbie whispered softly into her friend's ear.

"You must think I'm so screwed up. I'm sorry I'm crying on you, I'm ruining your shirt," Olivia said, trying to clean Abbie's wet shirt.

"You have the right to cry. Olivia, somebody you were supposed to trust broke it. You have the right to be mad. You have the right to hate everything," Abbie said, "and you have the right to some Ben and Jerry's at my place." Olivia smiled as they got up and headed to her room.