They were all sitting in the park, enjoying the picnic the girls had brought with them. Andre was telling Tori and Beck about the new song he wrote and how a few record labels were actually interested in him. Robbie was at the lake with Cat, throwing rocks in the water or some bread at the ducks. Jade was sitting by herself in the shade the tree provided. She leaned on it and was writing something in her notebook. Every now and then she would look over at Cat, who was laughing at something either Robbie or Rex said. She still didn't understand why he was clinging to this puppet so much, but there probably was a reason. She was glad that Cat was having some fun.

"Do they even know what they are doing to her?" She wondered about the Valentines. Someone sat down next to her.

"You know, we all came here to have some fun and talk, so why don't you join us? Andre is excited like a little kid in a candy store. He might get signed by a big label." Tori told the young Goth.

"I'm sorry, but it's still a bit weird being close to Beck. We broke up only two months ago."

"Oh come on. You know him. He is always laid back and everything." Tori proceeded to do a bad Beck impression with her bad man voice. Jade rolled her eyes at the half Latina and let out a little laugh.

Beck and Andre were watching them from where they were sitting.

"Had anyone told me those two would become closest of friends, I would have sent them to my grandma's doctor." Andre said shaking his head. Beck let out a laugh at that comment.

"Well, it was about time. Jade never really hated Tori."

"It certainly seemed she did many times."

"Oh come on. She acts like that towards almost all of us."

"Yeah, almost all of us." Andre looked over at Cat, who was still throwing pieces of bread at the ducks.

"Do you think I made a mistake?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. That day when I didn't open the door. I still regret it." Beck sighed.

"You still love her, don't you?"

Beck looked over at Jade, who was still laughing at Tori's impersonation of himself.

"Do I really talk like that?" he asked Andre. Andre just patted his shoulder, leaving Beck confused.

"I miss him." The Goth said all of sudden. Tori just smiled at her friend. Her eyes and her voice were filled with sympathy.

"You two will get back together again. You always do."

"But…"

"No but or anything. You know I'm right, West." Tori said confidently.

"You know I'm right, West." Jade answered in her mock voice.

"I don't talk like that!" Tori answered frustrated.

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard Cat yell at Robbie about something.

"It was only a dream!" Robbie yelled back.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cat shot back at him.

"Alright! I'm sorry I didn't save you from those kids in your dream while they were eating you!" Robbie yelled.

"Would you save me now?"

"Um… I… Why should they eat me?" Robbie whined.

"Robbie!" Cat yelled and smacked him on the arm.

The others were just laughing. Cat was acting like her usual self. Jade looked on, her expression getting serious again. She was worried about Cat. Tori saw that. She placed her hand on Jades shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Come on, let's go sit with them." She nudged Jade.

"Uh. Alright…"

They all sat down and continued talking. It was getting late and everyone was ready to go home.

Jade was driving Cat home. They had school tomorrow. The car ride was silent. When they finally arrived at the Valentine residence, Jade spoke up:

"You don't have to go home if you don't want to. You can always stay with me. You know that."

"I know, but I have to go home. They are my parents Jade." Cat said. Her voice was serious. It lacked all the enthusiasm and happiness it usually possessed.

"Okay. But if anything happens, call me and I'll pick you up. Ok?"

"Kay." Cat said. She gave Jade a quick hug and got out of the car.

Jade drove home and Cat got into her house. She instantly went into her room. She heard them shouting at each other again. She didn't even try to listen what they were arguing about again. She took her earphones and listened to some music, trying to go back into her own world where everything was good and everyone was happy. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. She jumped up and went downstairs. There she saw her father standing in shock. Behind him was a wet spot on the wall. Her mother had thrown a vodka bottle at him. She was drinking again. Cat was scarred. She saw her father grab his car keys and coat.

"That's it. I've had enough of your drunken ass." He yelled and left the house. Cat heard the car leave. He was gone again. This happened every now and then. He would be back soon. He always leaves for a few days, and then comes back. It was a routine by now. Cat glanced over at her mother, who had opened yet another bottle of liquor. Miss Valentine looked over at Cat, rage filling her face. She stormed over to Cat and slapped her as hard as she could, which grounded the small redhead.

"It's your fault! All this is your fault!" She yelled. Cat's eyes were tearing up.

"Mom… I'm…" She was cut off by the drunk woman.

"Sorry? Sorry! Sorry doesn't make it right Catherine! Because of you he left me again! Because of you I'm drinking! Because of you, Michael…" Cat couldn't take it anymore. She ran upstairs into her room and locked the door. She was crying, no, weeping openly by now. Guilt filled the young Valentine. It was all her fault. She knew that. Her mother told her that so often, it had to be true. Cat looked at her phone. Should she call Jade? No, she would worry too much. Tori? No, she wouldn't interrupt Tori's carefree life. She couldn't. She didn't deserve help. There was one friend she always relied on. For months now, he was her best friend. He savior when nobody else was there. She opened her diary. Inside she found the razor. She slowly lifted the skirt she was wearing, exposing the scars on her upper and inner thighs. She drew two cuts, which did their effect. She was slowly calming down again. She leaned back onto the wall and slid down, burying her face into her hands.