Wen

" Livy, it's been three days, you have to get up sometime," I pleaded with her.

She shook her head into the pillow and started mumbling, " I have gotten up. To go to the bathroom."

I sighed, " When was the last time you ate?"

" Bowling alley."

" Aren't you hungry?"

" No."

" Why? That's not normal!" I exclaimed.

She got on her knees so she was eye level with me, " That is probably the most normal thing in my life! Your ex is some psycho trying to ruin our marriage! When most people loose a baby, they don't get booed or pizza thrown at them. They don't have a video on one of the most popular TV shows with a person falsely accusing you as a slut and getting an abortion. That is not normal!" She finished in tears and curled back into herself.

I never thought of it that way before. She is right though. We aren't normal. We thought after Lemonade Mouth paparazzi would leave us alone. We go to college and get normal jobs. Act if none if it happened. We didn't think that we would have to hide from the world.

" We can fix this-" I started to say but then she cut me off.

" No we can't. We can't fix Janet. She won't stop till she has us split apart."

" There are options. Restraining orders could work."

" That's just a piece of paper! Sure we go to Moxie's show. Tell the world what really happened. Well, guess what? She's still out there, waiting for the right moment. Don't you understand that?"

" Do you want to get a divorce? Are you saying goodbye?" the pain clearly in my voice.

" No, I want all the pain to go away. Forget all the things that happened to me. What did I do to deserve this?" she said curling back into the ball, shaking.

" I don't know Liv. You're a good person. It doesn't seem like Charlie's theory applies to you, does it? Ying and Yang." I answered her, knowing they were rhetorical. I rubbed circles on her back, trying to soothe. Eventually she looked up, her eyes blood shoot and puffy.

" I need help," she whispered barely audible.

" What?"

" I need help. I need to get rid of all this pain. I needed it for a while…" she said a little louder.

" What do you mean?" I asked totally confused.

" I have been holding all of this crap in for too long. It's eating me alive."

" Why can't you tell me or the band?"

" It'll hurt. To feel all of the stuff I've been through. A complete stranger doesn't know me and they can't feel the pain."

" Is that what you really want?"

" Would you rather have me dead?"

" Good point. I'll make some calls," I said kissing the top of her head.

Mo

" She's doing what?" Stella and me asked at the same time.

" She said she needs help. She doesn't want to tell us, so I'm going to ask them to video tape the session. I booked her an all day appointment since it's her whole life."

" She really doesn't want to hurt us," Stella mumbled to herself.

Wen nodded glumly, "The appointment is tomorrow, so you guys and the rest of the band meet at my house around midnight so we can watch the video."

" Okay, Jamie is at my parents house." I said.

Stella nodded numbly and walked out of Dante's.