A/N: Sorry guys, no Levin stuff in this chapter. I'm at a little bit of a standstill with them, I'd feel so bad ruining the relationship. (-frowns) But at least you've got some more exciting stuff!

Leonie's POV

I have no idea what to do about my life. First off, I'm freaking out about practically being in love (okay, that's just a way to put it. I'm not actually in love with Nick Jonas, right?) with Nick. And then his stupid girlfriend, I probably shouldn't say that, she actually seems nice. Charlotte Mallaster, what a god damned angel. And another thing, I just told Nick my secret. My brother's secret, or he was my brother. I clutched my head, I couldn't handle all the thoughts running through my mind. I smoothed the jean skirt I was wearing, as I pulled my head out from in between my knees on the couch of the venue lounge. The Jonas Brothers were continuing on their tour now, but luckily their next location was twenty minutes from here, a surprise concert that was actually closer to where me, Laken, and Rhi lived. Although... Rhi wasn't exactly living in her own home, she was living in an apartment that Mr. and Mrs. Jonas had paid for her to stay in. I thought that was so sweet, maybe Nick got his caring nature from his parents... good thing he didn't inherit Joe's carelessness. Okay that was mean, I did like Joe but I thought Nick had much better manners, maybe that was why he was the one who stole my heart.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortable, I didn't love Nick. I had no romantic feelings for him in the slightest bit, he was just a phase. Just a random puppy dog crush... yeah, and I was made of jello. Who the hell was I kidding?

I needed a walk, so I picked up myself and my phone then started out the door. I walked halfway down the street, and into the door of Pinkberry. Holy crap, you'll never believe what I saw. Exactly what I needed on my journey away from heartache. There was Charlotte and Nick, making out at a table. What a cute couple, BLECH! Wait... wait a minute, where's the fro? I peered closer, squinting my eyes. Holy shit, that wasn't Nick! Charlotte and Nick didn't break up, did they? No, no Nick would have looked depressed this morning. Holy fuck, oh shit, I muttered all the surprised obscenities I could, but I couldn't move my feet. My clumsiness struck again as I moved to the side to grip something, to avoid falling over. Charlotte turned her head quickly, I guess she'd been on alert knowing that Pinkberry was a major Jonas hangout spot.

She glared at me, I'd never seen so much hatred in anyone's eyes. I stared up silently, ready to attack her. Then something hit me, she just cheated on Nick. Nick, the boy who is obsessed with her and thinks her every move is that of an angel, he's going to be heartbroken! I felt tears rush to my eyes, as I thought of how I'd have to be the one to break the news to him. I can't bare to seem him hurt! Then Charlotte got up and started to sashay towards me. She had the fiercest smile on her face, and her grizzly voice icily rung out.

"Little Leonie, hi sweetie. Just want you to know, if you breathe a word of this to Nicky, I'll make your life hell," she grinned at me fakely, and put her hand on my shoulder. "You wouldn't want to be the one to break his heart, right?" I sneered at her, realizing she was right. But doesn't it hurt more to find out someone wasn't loyal? I didn't respond to her, just a subtle glare and then I moseyed on out of there. What's a girl to do? So I've just witnessed my crush/best friend being cheated on, and then was threatened by his little slut of a girlfriend. One thing was clear though, I had to tell Nick.

Nick's POV

Where'd Leonie go? She seemed so distant after what she told me, I had to talk to her and just get whatever was on her mind.. out.

"Nicky, Nicky where are you?" I heard Charlotte's voice, she was sniffling and when I found her, tear stained. I immediately wrapped my arms around her, and set myself up ready to kill whoever made her cry.

"What's wrong baby?" I kept my voice gentle, just in case she was hurt in any way.

"It's Leonie! I was at Pinkberry, and she comes in and starts screaming at me about how I don't deserve you, and you should be all hers! She really started to scare me, Nicky!" Charlotte cried into my chest, exactly what Leonie had been doing just yesterday. I couldn't believe this! Leonie just wanted to soften me up, so I wouldn't blame her if I found out about what she was planning to do! How dare she hurt Charlotte like this, I was ready to kill her! She made my girlfriend cry, what a whore!

"Leonie's a bitch, Char," I rested my chin on top of her hair, and sighed, "And you're the girl for me, she's just jealous," I said as I laid back, with Charlotte wiping her tears while leaning on my chest. I had to confront Leonie, but what if she tried to make a move on me? I had never looked at her as a danger before, but all the friend shit she said was a lie!

"Nicky, I have to go to the bathroom and freshen up," she said, before hopping off me and sniffling as she made her way out of the room. That's when Leonie walked in through the other door, and I gave her the biggest glare in the world.

"Nick, you'll never believe what I just saw! Charlotte was kissing this guy at Pinkberry!" she ran up to me, and panted as if she'd been running for a while. How the fuck could she lie to my face like that?

"Save it Leonie, Charlotte already told me the real story," I held my hand up to her, before she could continue.

"So you know? Oh Nick, I'm so sorry that this had to happen to you," she put her hand on my shoulder, which I shook off before giving her the most disgusted look in the world.

"What's your problem, Leonie? How could you scream at Charlotte like that! I'm not yours and I never will be, you can just back the fuck off," I screamed at her, my voice raising to a volume only Joe and Kevin had heard at my maddest moments.

"What?" Her voice was quiet, shocked almost, I guess she didn't know that Charlotte would rat her out, "Nick how could you think I would ever scream at Charlotte?" her bottom lip quivered, it was a pretty good act.

"Maybe because you're a jealous bitch!" I screamed at her, then watched as she blinked back fake tears, and turned the other way.

"I'm sorry you think that," she said quietly, and walked out of the room. How could she put me through that, to think I ever even began to like her when we met. Charlotte was twenty times the girl Leonie would ever be, and I was just glad I got to know the real side of her.

Joe's POV

What the hell am I supposed to do, and where am I supposed to go? Rhiannon's gone, that's obviously the big deal. I hadn't cracked a joke in days, this was affecting me way more than it should. I need to just forget about Rhi, she's gone. But that was so impossible, I couldn't let her get hurt by her crazed alcoholic of a mother, but it was more than that. I could see myself falling in love with Rhiannon, and I can't just let someone that special go. Shit! I have an idea! And perfect that it was coming into play, because a pretty sad looking Leonie walked into the room.

"Leo!" I screamed, over-enthusiastically. She just looked up at me and shook her head in the other direction, great, now I've got another thing to set me back. "Leo, I really don't mean to sound arrogant but I care about you, I just don't have time to talk right now. I need to know something, do you have any idea where Rhiannon lives? Like really lives, not her hotel room number?" I poured out all at one.

Leonie shrugged, than I guess thought better of it. "I do actually, why? Isn't she still here?" Leonie questioned, I didn't have time for answers! Ugh!

"No, she went back home!" I said, and saw Leonie's features rearrange themselves into worry.

"Holy shit! Uh, 133 Cascade Drive! Here, let me come with you, I know the way, she's a town away from my house," Leonie said, and grabbed her coat and phone before I was even out the door. We got in the car and Leonie gave me directions, after an hour and a half drive we pulled up to Rhi's house. I knocked on the door and there was no answer, so Leonie held her finger up to her mouth signaling me to keep quiet.

She quietly tiptoed over to the window, and peered inside. Her calm, docile face turned to a look of pure horror once she grasped what was inside, and turned to me. She motioned me over, and I got a look for myself. Rhiannon was hunched over in pain, a small red stain that I couldn't even bare to think was blood was next to her, and her mother was screaming so loud I could hear it from our spot at the window.

"Glad to be home now, huh sweet child? Wish you never left?" Her mother's slurred voice was shrill, and a slight smirk could be seen upon the face of evil. Rhiannon didn't respond, she merely laid doubled over in pain. "Clean all this shit up," she said, before stumbling up the steps. Rhiannon didn't move, but her body vibrated up and down, she was still breathing.

"She's crying," Leonie said quietly, and I noticed her body was heaving up and down slowly, so Leonie was right.

"Look Joe, we've got to get in there, she could be seriously hurt... like inside," Leonie pointed to her abdomen area, and I knew she meant internal bleeding. Of course, she was hurt inside emotion wise too, but that was the least of the dilemma.

"Look, Leo. You need to stay out here," I said, before wordlessly leaving her and opening the carelessly unlocked door. I cautiously stepped inside, and knelt down next to Rhi. I put a hand on her shoulder, which I felt jump a mile high. She looked up at me, and scrunched her face up painfully. I loosened the grip on her shoulder, knowing it probably hurt her. Leonie appeared next to me, ignoring my command from earlier. I picked Rhiannon up, ignoring her reluctant face.

"Look Rhi, you're never to come back here again," I said sternly, as I carried her bridal style out to my car. Leonie sat in back with her, the two whispering quietly. Rhiannon wouldn't say anything aloud, and I long to hear her voice say that she was okay.

"Joe, we need to get Rhi to a hospital," Leonie said worriedly, as the bruises covering her became easier to see in the light. She looked horrible, and beaten up, but amidst all her cuts and bruises... she was beautiful. She was the Rhiannon I first met, who caught my eye like no other girl did. It broke my heart to see her in such a vulnerable state, barely even talking. All hard feelings from earlier had been forgotten. I couldn't help but shiver, another hospital so soon. In the past two weeks, these girls had caused us more drama than we'd ever known. The truth though? I wouldn't have it any other way.

Rhiannon's POV

How did this happen? Less than twenty minutes ago, my mother was basically abusing me on the floor of my disheveled house. Now I'm here inside the car of Joe Jonas, laying across the backseat with a girl I met in an involuntary therapy class years ago. They were both extremely worried about me, and it felt good. Not in a conceited way, it's just I never had anyone care before. I never had anyone who I could talk to about how I felt or what went on at home, it felt weird to have contact with anyone who gave a damn about my life. Leonie questioned me about what happened, so I gave her the play by play.

I walked up to the door, and turned the knob cautiously. My mother stared at me with a glazed look in her eye, and the rage came from nowhere. She lunged at me with more force than a drunk usually has, and her aim was perfect tonight, oh how lucky for me. She smacked me across the face, and shoved me backwards.

"How dare you leave me! You made a bad choice," she said for lack of better insults, as she towered over me. I could feel the alcohol on her breathe, I wanted to pass out from the smell. She hadn't taken care of herself since I'd last seen her, she probably spent all her spare time drinking. I was surprised she hadn't died from an overdose, judging by her stench.

"Mom, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be gone as long as I was. I just lost track of the time, it'll never happen again!" I said, lying. Maybe she was so buzzed that she'd accept it, but who was I kidding?

"Don't you lie to me, Rhiannon Jane, you spent all your time with that boy," she pointed an accusing finger towards nothing in particular, obviously remembering Joe, "You always were an idiot. He doesn't care about you, he doesn't give you all the things I do and you have the nerve to stay away from home with him! You are a pathetic excuse for a child, you don't deserve to live in my house," my mother spat. This was supposed to be the woman who cared and nurtured me, not made me feel worthless. She shoved me again, this time causing me to fall towards wall. I slammed my head into the hard plaster, and felt an immediate bump forming. She came closer to me and smacked me yet again, latching onto my arms and shaking me viciously. (A/N: Ever seen the music video for 'Concrete Angel'? When I say shaking viciously, I mean what the mother was doing to the child, except with more force.)

I could feel the bruises from her fingertips beginning to form, as she sent her arms toward my stomach. They had no intention whatsoever, just as long as they forcefully made contact with me. She got her wish as I was jolted back, not bothering to try and defend myself. She pushed the coffee table, still awkwardly sitting in a spot in the middle of the living room, it had been moved there after my collision with it a few weeks ago. I slammed into it, my forearm hitting it first. I felt this gut wrenching pain inside me, but I didn't cry yet. This was torture, I should never have taken a cab home, I was just so careless because of being love blind, I mean crush blind. Finally my mother went up to sleep, leaving me huddled over in pain. The next morning she came down and smiled at me, I hadn't left my spot.

"Glad to be home now, huh sweet child? Wish you never left?" She had the most vile face in the world, pure evil was her only description. She scurried upstairs, stumbling slightly. At least she was suffering the horrible headache that is a hangover. Then Joe and Leonie suddenly appeared by me, and I was scooped up into Joe's masculine arms. For some reason, the pain of my bruises disappeared as he carried me out, and quietly scolded me for ever leaving.

And now here I was, after the most painful night of my life. But I didn't want to go to a hospital, I didn't want any reminder of what made me leave in the first place.

"Joe, I do not want to go to a hospital, please," I begged, as Joe looked at me awkwardly.

"Rhiannon, you could have some serious stuff going on, you're going to a hospital!" He glared at me, trying to be stern.

"Look, I don't care if you call some house-visit doctor, I just don't want a hospital. Please, please just listen to me! I don't like hospitals anymore," I said to him, as I nodded my head hoping he'd get the clue. I guess he did, because he didn't pester and didn't turn onto the exit that St. Glenn's was on.

"It's just bruises guys, I promise!" I said, trying to lighten the mood and get a chuckle out of anybody. "I'm pretty tough! I can handle a woman knocking me around once or twice," I added, with a forced laugh that didn't seem to make Leonie or Joe smile. I guess abuse jokes weren't exactly appropriate, but hey at least it was coming from the victim! Joe grunted and turned the car into a park, only about ten minutes from the venue lounge. We piled out and collapsed onto the grass, where I just laid and soaked up some sun. They both smiled at me, while Joe called Nick and Kevin who appeared after a couple of minutes.

They were all told my story, and shocked looks appeared on their faces. Could everyone just stop overreacting? I wasn't dead or anything, I was right here! I know, they cared and that meant a lot but.. I hated being the center of attention for something like an abusive alcoholic mother. Is that something to boast about? Nope, not really. Everyone kind of piled into a group on the grass, sitting in a circle. That is, everyone except Nick and Charlotte who found a little spot under a tree to... well, be a couple. I looked at Leonie, but she didn't look sad. She looked disgusted, and more, she looked pissed! Her fists were clenched, and her feet were digging into the ground so hard that she'd made little indents.

"Uh, Leo, you're denting the Earth," I joked, and she loosened her grip a little. Something was wrong though, she wasn't acting jealous, just pissed. "Okay, we want the story and we want it now," I said. Much to my surprise, she obliged. She told the whole story, and Joe and Kevin listened intently. Had they really not picked up on Leonie's crush?

"Wow, I knew she was a slut! I called it, did I not?" Laken grinned, then glared at the couple sitting under the tree. "So wait, he got pissed off at you? Does he honestly trust her little made-up face? She's so fake!" Laken went on, fuming.

"I totally wouldn't have expected that though," Kevin said, he was too nice to people. He needed to toughen up.

"Well I mean she is a flirt, but you know... with faces like ours," Joe popped his collar, and grinned cockily, cracking a joke for the first time in days, "Who doesn't flirt?" He said, obviously back to himself. I was so glad to hear him be cocky, crazy as it sounds.

Leonie didn't say much of anything, just glared at Charlotte who looked up occasionally. We all sent her a malicious stare when she looked at one of us. And then she whispered something to Nick, who got up and came over to us. Charlotte faked a submissive position, painting on puppy dog eyes.

"Would you guys give up with the looks? You don't even know what happened, well you think you do. But Leonie gave you all her twisted little version right?" He glared at Leo, and I knew it was killing her. "I wouldn't trust Leonie though, I hope you all know. She doesn't do well with others, heck, she obviously can't control herself. First her brother, now framing Charlotte," He said, with a horrible grin. I saw Leonie's eyes widen, and she shifted uncomfortably while sending Nick a pleading look. Everyone else wore confused stares. "Oh, she didn't tell you about her brother? Must've slipped her mind, though I don't see how... most people remember killing someone!" Nick said, and I gasped as well as everyone else. What the fuck did he just say? There had to be more than he was letting on, but I knew Leonie's brother was dead. None of us shied away from her though, we all knew something wasn't being told.

Instead of keeping his victorious grin, Nick's face dropped and he smacked a hand to his forehead. "What the fuck did I just do?" He muttered more to himself than any of us, and dropped his head. He sulked back to Charlotte, who smiled the most disgusting smile I'd ever seen; I looked at Leonie who wouldn't meet anyone's gaze. She quickly got up and ran across the park, across the road, and onto a bench across the street. She sat down, and buried her face in her hands, crying.