Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with "That's So Raven."

Author's Note: Hey, just wanted to tell you that since I have no idea what the names of Chelsea's parents are, I decided to make up names. That's all. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 3

Charlene Daniels knew that something was going on with her daughter. She was a therapist and knew how to recognize a change in behavior, no matter how much Chelsea tried to hide it. That was something Charlene couldn't believe; her daughter was hiding something from her. Up until a few months ago, Chelsea told her mother everything. They had that open relationship, but it suddenly stopped. Chelsea started sneaking around and lying to her mother about where she had been or what she was doing. Their once long conversations about school and Chelsea's life turned into those horrible question/monosyllabic answer games.

"How was school today?"

"Fine."

"Anything interesting happen?"

"No."

Well, Charlene Daniels had had enough of it. She was going to find out what was going on with her daughter if it killed her. That's why, when Chelsea was out with her friend Raven, Charlene decided to search her daughter's bedroom for any clues. She felt guilty, but it wasn't as if Chelsea were going to talk to her openly about her problems. This was for her own good anyway.

She searched through Chelsea's drawers, moving her clothes around slowly so they didn't fall out of place. Nothing.

She looked through the closet, in the few boxes that Chelsea kept in there. Nothing but shoes and an old photo album.

She sifted through Chelsea's notebooks on her desk. Maybe something would show up there. But nothing.

Charlene bit her fingernail as she spun around on her heel, trying to find more possible hiding spots. She lifted the mattress. Maybe under the bed---

"What are you doing?" A high-pitched voice asked from behind her. Charlene turned, dreading the upcoming confrontation.

"Chelsea, honey...I-I was just--"

"Looking for something?" Chelsea asked sarcastically, motioning toward the mattress that Charlene had in her hand. Charlene dropped it, flinching at the 'fwop' it made as it hit the frame.

"What are you doing Mom? Going through my things?"

"I'm sorry Chelsea. I didn't want to do this, but you didn't leave me much of a choice. I've noticed a change in your behavior lately, and I would like to get to the bottom of it."

Chelsea felt her insides tie into knots as her heartbeat picked up speed. "Wh-what?"

"You're never around, we never talk about things like we used to. You just give me one word answers and then leave the room. I don't understand what is happening with you, but I would like to."

"You wouldn't understand." Chelsea said in a low whisper. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She had just told Raven that she wasn't ready for this conversation, and here it was, happening in her own bedroom.

Charlene moved closer to her daughter, feeling the anxiety radiating off of the teen. "You know that you can tell me anything sweetie. I'm here to help you."

"I'm afraid Mom." Chelsea whispered, backing away from her mother.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Chelsea shook her head. "No. No. I can't."

"You must."

"I can't."

"Chelsea Daniels..."

"Mom!"

Charlene always regretted discipling her daughter and was thankful that she didn't have to do it often, but she had no other choice in her mind. "If you're not going to tell me, I'm afraid there's only one thing left for me to do. Chelsea, I love you, but I'm going to have to ground you."

"What?"

"Until you can tell me what is going on, you're grounded."

"But Mom--"

"No 'buts' honey. There will also be no television, radio, phone or internet. There will be no hanging out with Eddie or Raven. There will only be school and home and that is it."

Chelsea bit her bottom lip; tears began to pool in her eyes. "You can't do that."

"I can, and I will." Charlene threatened, but her heart was slowly breaking. "And if you can't tell me, maybe you can tell my collegue, Dr. Franklin."

Chelsea ran a hand through her hair, looking away from her mother. This was unbelievable. "A therapist? Mom, you can't be serious. I'm not doing anything wrong! You can't just ground me and send me to therapy for no reason! It's not fair!"

"You're scaring me. You've never acted this way before. Tell me what's wrong, honey."

Chelsea looked at her mother, whose own eyes shined with tears.

Charlene knew all of the tricks. She dealt with the children of posessive, controlling mothers who never gave their child space. She knew that all she had to do was make her daughter feel guilty, and Chelsea would tell her everything. The question was though, did she really want to do that to her child?

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Sweetie please. You're breaking my heart. I'm worried sick for you."

"Oh Mom." Chelsea put her face in her hands, sitting down on the messed mattress. This was it. She had run out of ideas. Her mother wasn't backing down, and on top of it, she was making Chelsea feel very guilty. "Okay." She whispered. "I'll tell you."

Charlene folded her hands and brought them up to her heart, feeling it pounding beneath her blouse. Was it drugs? Was she pregnant? Was she depressed? All of these questions and more raced through her mind as Chelsea internally searched for the courage to speak.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey."

"I think I'm in love...with Raven Baxter."

Charlene's hands unfolded and dropped to her sides.

Tanya was drying the last cleaned dinner dish, going over a number of court cases in her mind for a test when the phone rang. She dried her hands quickly and threw the dish towel over her shoulder, racing to the phone and saying, "I got it!"

She picked it up a ring before the machine would have answered and said, "Hello?"

"Tanya?" A voice barely whispered over the phone.

"Yes, this is she. May I ask whose calling?"

"It's Charlene Daniels."

"Charlene hey! How is everything?"

"Okay. I was just calling to see if you, Victor and Raven could come to our house as soon as you possibly could."

"Um...is something wrong?"

"I've just had a long talk with Chelsea, and it involves your daughter. I feel that we need to speak immediately, but not over the phone. So, what would be a good time for you?"

"Well, now I suppose. I'll tell Victor and Raven."

"All right. Thank you Tanya. I'll see you soon."

"Yes. Bye now."

"Bye." Tanya hung up, slowly grabbing the towel off of her shoulder and rubbing her hands with it. After a minute of trying to figure out what this could possibly be about, Tanya walked into the living room. Victor and Raven were watching television.

Victor noticed Tanya enter first. "Hey honey. Who was that on the phone?"

"That...was Charlene Daniels." Tanya said, noticing Raven straighten up in her seat. "She would like all of us to come over right now to discuss something about Chelsea and our daughter."

Raven felt her face grow cold as all of the blood rushed from it. Suddenly, things became blurry.

Tanya turned to her daughter, crossing her arms. "So, do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

Victor and Tanya stared at Raven who blinked a few times but said nothing.

"Raven?" Victor asked with concern, seeing his daughter's face turn ashen.

"I-I think we should wait until we get to Chelsea's." Raven answered meekly, standing up. "I'll be in the car."

"Not so fast young lady. You will tell us now." Tanya said sternly, grabbing Raven's arm.

Raven looked at her arm and then back at Tanya. "I want to wait."

"It's okay Tanya." Victor said. "We're going to find out anyway. Let's just go."

Tanya reluctantly let go of Raven, who promptly ran for the car. Victor stood up and put his hands on Tanya's shoulders, slightly massaging them. "What's this all about?"

"I don't know."

"Well, let's not get upset just yet."

Tanya nodded, but it didn't ease her worry. "Okay."

They walked outside, where Tanya's worries were only increased when she saw Raven silently gagging by the side of the car.

They were greeted at the door by the very pensive Chester Daniels and immediatly seated in the living room. Chelsea was sitting on the chair by their fireplace; tears slowly running down her flushed cheeks. Raven sat down on the arm, widening her eyes. Chelsea nodded and Raven became more pale than before.

Victor and Tanya took a seat on the couch perpendicular to the coffee table while Chester and Charlene sat across from them. Chester reached down and grabbed his glass of whiskey, taking a small sip.

"Okay, would someone like to tell us just what is going on here?" Tanya said louder than she wanted to. She couldn't help it. Panic was taking over.

"Well," Charlene said, sipping her own alcoholic beverage, "it has recently come to our attention that our daughter Chelsea and your daughter Raven...have been dating."