Oh, god. I cried while writing this. Im sorry, I really did. I would go into detail why, but it's personal o.o and it would take too long. But I suggest listening to:

Never Alone: Barlow Girl

Mirror: Barlow Girl

or Porcelain Heart: Barlow Girl.

I went back and forth listening to all 3 and thats why I cires. But, really, this part... i love and hate. So i hope you do too. I actually hate the cliffhanger, but it's 5,000 words so i'm happy! Anyways, just read, try not to cry, listen to the songs and enjoy if you can.

Olivia.

It had been 3 days.

3 goddamn days that I hadn't spoken to anyone in the band. ANYONE.

Not even Wen.

Especially not Stella.

It was like I had gone into complete and total "turtle mode" as Mo was calling it. Well, she called it in every text she had sent me. But the thing is, tonight was Charlie's 18th birthday. Even though it's November, Charlie has a little bit of a fascination with Halloween, so it's a costume party. Which I find strange, but hey, it's Charlie.

Thing is, this was a party that I couldn't bail on. For one thing, Charlie's one of my best friends, and two, Lemonade Mouth is performing. Yeah, Charlie is kinda popular – so instead of a 10-person party, it's more like… a 500 people party. At a beach house. Which I find amazing, but still.

So here I was, all decked out in my costume, one that I actually bought for once, and I decided to step out of my comfort zone, even with my scar. I know, I know, I don't know what possessed me to do it – I just couldn't resist dressing like a slut. Goody-girl Olivia, wearing a sexy… cave woman… thing.

I dunno, I got it yesterday, shopping, by myself. It's a brown corset top with orange zebra print on the top that ties around my neck with fake "bone" things in it, with a matching short skirt.

After the run-in with Thomas and the rest of the band, I decided something. Who gives a damn? I mean, you only live one life, am I right? Unless you believe in that reincarnation shit, but hey, I don't judge. So, thinking we only life one life, why not live it to the fullest? Do what you wanna do, wear what you wanna wear, be who you wanna be. I sound like Stella now, but it's the truth. I've been hiding behind my mask, afraid to let people see me for who I really am. I've let people see the shy, innocent, goody-two-shoes Olivia… in reality? That's not really me.

I'm loud, I'm passionate, I'm devoted, I'm protective, I'm lively, I'm caring, I'm a good friend, I'm smart, I'm hardworking, I'm trustworthy, and the list goes on. So why not let people see that side of me? If they see my scar, I tell my story… or make something up. Most likely I'll make something up, but still. I had a bad mixed with good feeling about tonight. I was looking forward to everyone's reaction, and to see everyone else's costumes.

This was it, standing at the door. My hair was straightened, my makeup heavy, my legs exposed, my top hidden behind a black hoodie. I had my bag on my back, holding a bikini, towel, pajama pants, a tank top, underwear, a bra, ect. Mo, Stella and I were planning on having a sleepover tonight, after the party. At Stella's of course, but still – Mo's dad wasn't too… happy, about Lemonade Mouth, no matter how much he says he is.

A laughing Mo opened the door, a grin on her face as she saw me and hugged me tightly. She was Alice In Wonderland's Alice. How original… I honestly expected some… Bollywood belly dancer type thing, but that's just me judging Mo from being Indian. She had on a typical Alice costume, light blue dress, thigh high black and white checkered stockings, but the dress was shorter, tighter, was strapless, and had a bow on it. She had a matching headband in her curled hair. (.)

"Come on upstairs to put your stuff." She smiled, grabbing my hand and dragged me up the stairs to Charlie's room, where the door was locked. Mo fished her hand down the front of her dress and pulled a key out of her bra. Again, classy Mo, very classy. She unlocked the door and told me to throw my bag anywhere. I could see 5 other bags in the room as I threw mine on Charlie's bed.

"whose stuff is this?" I asked, flipping on the lights.

"Mine, Stella's, Wen's, Scott's, Thomas's and yours." Mo smiled.

"Thomas's?" My heart stopped. "Why do the guys have bags?"

"We arranged to spend the night here after the party!"

"A-all of us?" I stuttered out.

"Yeah… something wrong?" Mo looked concerned.

"N-no, I'm fine… I just don't know if I wanna leave Gram home alone tonight, you know?" I muttered out slowly, trying to think of an excuse.

"Im sure she'll be fine, Hun, just, relax and have fun tonight." She laughed.

I sighed, a shaky breath, before nodding.

"Now, let's see your costume, missy!"

"Uhm, okay.." I said quietly, taking off my hoodie and throwing it on Charlie's bed next to the rest of my stuff. Turning back to Mo, her jaw was dropped. "What?" I asked defensively, my arms instantly going around my stomach to cover it. "too much?"

"Olivia… why is it that this is the first time I'm seeing you like… this? You're fucking hot girly!" She laughed.

"You just said fuck. Who are you and what have you done to Mo?" I joked, shoving her shoulder.

She laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the room and shutting off the lights in the process. "Like I said, "she's so gone." Mo joked, quoting our song. I laughed along while walking down the stairs, the beat of the bass running through the speakers, making my heart beat in time with it – it was always like that with me, and I never really figured out why. But it doesn't bother me; I love music that much. I really do.

Mo still hand my wrist in her hand as we tried to make our way through the mob of people, to get into the kitchen, where I could briefly see the back of Charlie's head. At least, I think that's Charlie's head. You never know.

Mo and I walked, well, pushed our way into the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty, compared to the rest of the house. Besides, there wasn't even any food in the kitchen. Yeah, it was Charlie… and Stella… and Wen… and Thomas.

Stella. .God. She was like… Snow White. In bitchy/sexy form. It was a snow white dress, but it was red and blue, and it was SHORT. Like, barely covering her ass short. It had medium length sleeves that were semi-puffy, and the top was skin tight, like latex, without being latex, I think. But the skirt had a bit of a fluffy layer on top of it, making it fluff out a bit, with fishnet fabric hanging down a tad bit farther than the skirt. (.)

I laughed aloud to myself a bit, seeing Wen and Charlie arguing, Wen holding a banana in his hand. I really don't want to know what they were arguing over. Anyways, Charlie noticed me first, and with a grin drew his sword from his belt loop. Yep, Charlie was a pirate. He walked around Thomas, and poking me in the stomach with the sword, with an eye-patch over his left eye, in his best pirate accent, he spoke. "Aye, I believe this young lass over here is my best mate…ess, and she be lookin' quite fine this eveninin, don't ya thenk?"

I laughed and hugged him, as he hugged me back. "Happy birthday Charlie." I told him as I pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously, Olivia, why is it that, oh, I dunno, you don't dress like this more often?" he laughed.

"I only get to dress like a whore one night every year, and even though it's not Halloween, I figured, screw it, I don't give a fuck."

"Whoa, did I just hear you say fuck? Who are you and what have you done with Olivia?"

Mo laughed from beside me, "She said the exact thing to me when I said it."

"Do you have anything to drink?" I questioned, my attention directed towards Charlie.

"Yeah, it's over by the stage." He smiled. "Oh, and thanks Liv."

I smiled, and walked away from the group – going to get a drink… of whatever was here… that hopefully wasn't spiked.

As I found the drink table, after about 5 minutes of pushing through the crowd, I saw my drink options. Beer, Vodka, Punch(that was obviously spiked) or bottled water.

Oh, what the hell, I'm not drinking, I thought to myself as I grabbed a bottle off of the table and took a swig.

I felt someone's breath on my neck and my eyes got wide, and then I felt hands wrap around my waist, slowly sinking lower and lower down my stomach, and I felt something wet on my neck. I whipped around, throwing whoever was behind me off of me.

Thomas.

"You fucking creep, get away from me!" I yelled over the speakers, covering my stomach and the side scar that was visible.

"Liv, you remember old me, right? Remember the fun we had?" He smirked and took a step towards me. "It's a shame I'm the only one who actually knows what hides under those clothes." He sighed and took another step, I was trapped, my back against the wall, Thomas only a step away from me.

"Im serious. Just get the fuck away from me!" I cried, suddenly feeling terrified, more so than usual.

"Oh, believe me, I have no intention of doing that." He smirked again and took the last step towards me, placing both hands on either side of my head as he leaned forward, that sick, sadistic smile on his face. I did the only thing I could think of doing… I kicked him where it hurts and took off running. Back towards the kitchen, thinking of a reason I was almost in tears.

But, I couldn't think of one, so I stopped running and just walked calmly into the kitchen, where Stella and Mo both now sat on the counter, Wen on a bar stool and Charlie leaned against the bar.

It was the first time of the night for Stella and Wen to see me, and both of their jaws dropped.

"Holy." Stella started.

"Shit." Wen finished, with a breath.

I smiled at the both of them. "Yes, I've been told that I look fucking sexy tonight, before you say it.." I saw both of their mouths open again. "I say fuck! Okay!" I laughed when both of them closed their mouths basically instantly after I said that. "Now you can talk."

"You're not my best friend anymore." Stella grinned.

"Why?" I fake pouted.

"YOU ARENT OLIVIA ANYMORE!" She laughed

"Well who am I then?"

"My super sexy slutty sister… HEY! AN ALLITERATION. God damnit, Wen, you're rubbing off on me. I can't get smart now!" She joked, kicking Wen with her heel and grinned at me, jumping off the counter and hugging me tightly. I hugged her back just as tight.

"Hey, have any of you seen Thomas?" She asked, looking around.

"No." Mo and Wen replied in sync.

"He's…. getting a drink." I said, folding my arms protectively over my chest – trying to block out what had occurred minutes ago.

"I shall be off." Stella declared, as she began pushing through the crowd.

"I'm gonna go out back and find Scott." Mo said after a minute of silence, and jumped off the counter, walked over to the back door and walked out, leaving Wen and I alone.

"So what are you supposed to be?" Wen asked, breaking the silence.

"A cave…woman… thing… I don't really know." I laughed. "What about you?" I asked, looking over his costume.

"How do you not know?" He gasped in disbelief.

"Hmmm, can I guess?" I asked, jumping onto the counter next to him.

"Go ahead."

"Are you Wendell Gifford, my best friend?" I asked sarcastically.

"NO WAY, HOW'D YOU KNOW?" Wen laughed. "Guess again."

"I don't know, are you a movie character?"

"Yes."

"Well you're not a pirate… or a zombie… or a vampire… or an animal…" I said, thinking aloud.

"You are correct with that statement."

"Are you from a Disney movie?"

"Yes."

"Hey Prince Charming." Came a voice from behind Wen, when suddenly a girl with jet-black hair and a Minnie Mouse costume came up behind Wen and kissed his cheek.

"Hey Liz." Wen smiled.

Liz? Who the hell is Liz? I thought to myself, while secretly glaring.

There was no denying it – she was pretty, really pretty. I could see why Wen would be into her… but after what happened between us? I mean, holding hands isn't much, but… that whole day just felt like something… clicked between us. Apparently those 3 days were a wake up call for him, and he found someone else… someone better.

"Uhm, I'm gonna go…" I said awkwardly, hopping off the counter and making my way to the back door.

"Liv, where are you going?" Wen asked, standing up.

"I don't know…" I said, sliding the door open and stepping out onto the deck, feeling the wind whip my hair around behind me, and that's when I heard it. The voice in my head telling me to get the fuck out of here. So I obliged.

But I didn't hear Wen following me out, after saying bye to his cousin.

I wandered around the backyard, seeing the woods, and although it was so cliché, for a girl to run away from a party through the woods, I went in them anyways. I had been walking for a few minutes, before I heard a twig snap behind me, and I whipped around, to see a figure wearing all black standing behind me.

My breathing hitched, my heart raced. A million thoughts ran through my head, but none made sense. After a moment, the figure pulled off the hood and revealed themselves.

Thomas.

I was in the woods, alone, with Thomas, again. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Damnit.

"Can I help you?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

"Yeah, actually, you can. Hold still." He smirked and ran at me, and he was only 10 feet away before I could see the blade he hid in his hand.

It was the same night 4 years all over again. And I wasn't about to let it happen. I wasn't going to deal with it again, so I ran. I ran as fast as my legs would allow, I ran for my life. I never looked over my shoulder, because I could hear him right behind me. But he told me to hold still – never. He's insane. I don't know why Stella is with him… oh, yeah; she doesn't know what happened with him and I. And I wouldn't like to keep it that way anymore. It's only a matter of time before he hurts her. Unless he already has. But Stella's tough, and she would dump his ass. And then kick it.

I wasn't fast enough the first night, and I wasn't fast enough tonight either. Before I could register what was happening, I was falling to the ground with such a force – like a body ontop of me. No doubt Thomas. I had the wind knocked out of me for a second, but I still tried to crawl away, using my nails to scrape the dirt, doing anything in my power to try and get away from the boy on my back.

"Stop moving, Olivia, or this is going to hurt a lot worse." I could just feel him smirking, while I continued to fight him off of me.

"HELP!" I screamed, but I felt too far away from civilization for anyone to hear my cries. That was when Thomas got off of me, leaving me free for about 2 seconds before he had my wrists and was pulling me into the air, throwing me into the nearest tree. The pain of my head smashing into the tree, taking the blunt of the impact was unbearable as I slid down it, feeling the top of my head, trying to see any damage, No blood, thankfully.

But then I was being dragged back up the tree by my hair. "LET GO OF ME THOMAS!" I screamed, kicking and thrashing around like a wild animal trying to get out of its cage. I had tears streaming down my cheeks and regretted ever coming to the party tonight. Thomas is 6"1 and 170+ pounds of muscle. Guess who didn't stand a chance against him? Guess who was gonna get hurt again tonight? Olivia Laine White, that's who.

I turned my face away from him, after receiving a slap across the face. I felt his arm pin my waist against the tree while his other hand held both my wrists above my head. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna rape you again, that's what I have Stella for."

"I swear to god, if you even touch her!" I began, screaming in his face when he slapped me again.

"What are you gonna do? Oh, right, nothing. You cant. You wont be able to when I'm don't with you." He laughed, and out of his back pocket pulled out rope.

"Oh, how original. Gonna tie me to a tree and slit my throat, am I right?" I was scared to death, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

"Better to know how you're gonna die, am I right, Livvy?" He mocked.

"How do you… You were... watching me!" I gasped, remembering the nickname only Gram and Wen called me.

"Good girl. Now shut up." He said, kneeing me in the stomach, and roping my hands together, around a low tree branch as I recoiled, pulling my knees as high up to my stomach as I could, tears streaming more from my eyes now, no matter how hard I tried to keep them in – I just couldn't. I didn't want Thomas to see that he made me defenseless. I didn't need the satisfaction, but I couldn't keep it in either.

He knelt down next to me, picking up the blade that he had earlier, dusted it off and looked me in the eye.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

"I had my ass in jail for 4 years because of you. I promised you if you ever told I would kill you. Im just keeping that promise baby doll," he said, touching the side of my face, which I jerked away from his touch.

"Don't. touch me." I spat out at him, really not caring about what he was going to do to me at this point. I just wish I could've warned Stella beforehand. I wish I could've hugged Wen one last time, I wish I could've kissed Gram one last time, I wish I could have told Charlie, and Mo that I loved them more than life it's self, and I would never regret the decisions of Lemonade Mouth. I wish I could've told Scott not to break Mo's heart, but I think of him as a brother. I wish I could've told Wen how much he really does mean to me. I wish I would've written my dad a letter and visited him before this… but none of it happened, none of it will happen, and I just know it.

Thomas turned the blade over in his hands, the reflection occasionally catching my attention and I could see my reflection – a scared teenager with bound hands and a tear streaked face just waiting to die. I jerked my head and looked up at the stars, what stars I could see through the treetops, being unable to look at my reflection anymore. I closed my eyes tightly, more tears slipping down. This was, like I said, the second time something like this was about to happen. At least with the first one, I had my phone and called for help. But now im alone in the woods, however far away from civilization, without a phone, without a chance of survival.

I bit my lip as the wind continued to swirl around me. I had been strung like this for 5 minutes, at least. I opened one eye to look at Thomas, only to see him staring at me. "WHAT ARE YOU STAR-" My eyes went wide as I looked down to see the blade plunged through my stomach. Deep into my stomach. My eyes went to Thomas whose arm was outstretched, blade still in hand. His face was twisted into a devil-like smirk that I would die seeing.

I began breathing faster, my heart racing again, as he pulled the blade out and stabbed me again, higher up my abdomen this time. I inhaled sharply, looking down at my battered body, now seeing blood dripping off of my toes slowly. Seeing my legs covered in my own blood. I was in shock… I couldn't even fight back at this point. Again he withdrew the blade and plunged it deeper in a different spot on my body. With each stab was another gasp from me, another low growl from Thomas, enjoying every minute of this.

With already have stabbing me 5 times, Thomas looked me in the eye, and with one final punch of his fist with the blade, drove it straight between my 2 ribcages. He leaned forward, his hot breath on my face. "Thought I was gonna slit your throat, didn't you?" he laughed to himself and let go of the blade in my abdomen. "You thought wrong, bitch." He smiled again, and stripping off his jacket, he turned away from me, but walked back to me, punched me in the stomach, right where the blade lay, my breath hitching and me gasping for air, and then left.

Left me there to die. To choke on my own blood. To bleed out. To feel the pain.

I didn't even try to get out of this. I didn't make an attempt to pull my hands free from the rope, or make an attempt at screaming for help. I just didn't have the strength. I was going to die – there was no doubt in my mind. I just simply let my head hang as I felt the blood rushing from my body, down my legs, off my feet, felt the wind burning my wounds every time it blew. I couldn't move, everything hurt.

I heard a snap, like a twig. My eyes instinctively opened and my head raised, tears still surprisingly rolled down my cheeks as I prepared for Thomas to come back and do something else, something to make sure I suffer more. Pour alcohol on my wounds? Videotape my death? Put salt in my wounds? Slit my throat? Cut off a finger or two? I think worse case scenario in every situation.

But my worse case scenario was replaced when a 5"10 ginger walked out behind the trees behind the tree I hung from.

Wen.

I wanted to call out to him, to tell him I was here, to do something – but I didn't. I just watched him walk straight on past me. I felt, honestly, like Rose in Titanic. She stayed with Jack when he was dead, when she had chance of survival. And when she finally let go of Jack, she saved herself.

"Wen...!" I mustered up all my strength and tried to call out his name, but my voice was barely above a whisper (just like Rose's). "WEN!" I tried again, screaming as loud as I could. It was like I was just talking regularly, though. I didn't have much time. He had to have been 15 feet away from me, and if I didn't get his attention, I would die. "WEN!" I screamed as loud as I could, praying he would hear me. I began turning and kicking the tree, fighting the pain, fighting to live, and not to let Thomas win. Not again.

Using my feet, I attempted to climb up the side of the tree, which I actually managed to do, despite all the pain. I let out a few shallow shrieks of pain every few minutes, but I still managed. Thank you gymnastics. I leaned forward and shrieked again from the pain in my abdomen. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, but I still knew I had to fight. With all the strength I had, I began using my teeth to try and get the knots out of my wrist bounds.

Although my eyes were heavy, and every part of my body weak, I still tried. I tried. I persevered, and succeeded. I tore my hands apart, letting the rope fall from my hands. I was like 7 feet off the ground. Looking down, I felt every part of my being start to slip from my hands, and I slipped off the branch, falling down, on my back, which created a loud thud. I glanced down to see the blade still protruding from my chest. Had I landed on my face, I would be dead – the blade would've impaled me.

I heard another crunch of a twig when Wen came into view again. I barely had enough energy to keep my eyes open, let alone sit up at all and look at him.

"OLIVIA!" He yelled, seeing me on the ground as he ran to me. He obviously noticed the blade.

"W-what happened?" He asked, his breathing was ragged, as was mine.

"T-Thomas." I coughed, sputtering up blood. "Help." I managed, trying to hold my arms up for him to lift me.

Quickly and gently I felt his arms slip under me as he picked me up, the only thing I could do was lean my head against him as he ran back to where he came from, getting help, hopefully.

I don't really remember much more – I saw Charlie's house in the distance, heard the music, saw the lights, still felt Wen carrying me, up some stairs now, shouting at everyone to call 9-1-1, before the warmth of Wen's arms were gone, and was replaced with cold. I opened my eyes and looked around me – Wen, Mo, Charlie, Scott, and a bunch of people I didn't know where standing next to me.

I looked to Mo and Charlie and Scott. "S-Stella?" I choked out.

"We don't know… she went off with Thomas." Mo said, holding my hand tightly as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Find her." I whispered, my eyes closing again.

I felt a hand on my head, stroking my hair. Wen. It had to be. He was the only person who knew I loved it when people did that.

"Why, Liv? What happened? Who did this to you?" Mo spoke again, squeezing my hand.

"T-Thomas raped me… 5 ye-years 'go." I choked out, my breathing hard, my heart racing, I sputtered on blood again. I was amazed that Im still alive. I shouldn't be. "He… fin-ished me off. Stell.. next." I gasped out, squeezing Mo's hand while more tears spilled from my eyes.

I looked to my right and saw Charlie, holding my other hand. "Happy… 18th…" I coughed, and he squeezed my hand, letting a few tears fall.

I turned back to Mo and Scott. "D-don't h-hurt- h…her." It was directed at Scott, and he nodded in understanding.

I looked up at Wen. "I… don't want this to be… g-good-b-bye, but if I-it is, I… I…. Love you." I breathed, letting my eyes fall shut as I heard loud sirens coming from afar. "I lov…e y-you Wen." I choked out, my voice barely audible, before I was swallowed by nothingness, a giant black hole where nothing hurt, nothing mattered, and I was alone.

D: told you. Im sorry. I dont know how im turning this story from here, so I didnt want to leave too, TOO bad of a cliffy, even though i did.

So dont ask these questions... well, do, but, i dont know the answers yet.

"Where are stella and Thomas?"

"Is thomas gonna ge caught?"

"is olivia gonna die?"

"Does Wen love olivia back?"

"Is Thomas gonna rape Stella?"

"WHY DID YOU PICK THE COSTUMES YOU DID?"

Okay, maybe not so much that last one, but still. I have the links to the pictures below.

Guys, your support is amazing. I love all the feedback im getting (11 reviews, 400+ hits in 3 days) and i really appriciate it. So, keep reviewing, and telling people to read... you know, i give you all permission to brag. :) no, i kid, i kid, but it does mean alot to me. all of it.

Costumes:

Olivia::(http:/ www . yandy . com / Cave - Woman . php)

Mo::(http:/ www . yandy . com / Adult - Sexy - Alice - Costume . php)

Stella::(http:/ www . yandy . com / Snow - White - Bad - Apple - 10266 . php)

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Oh, P,S, sorry for excessive swearing in this! I couldnt help myself :3 and leave a review answering some of the questions listed above about what you think.

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