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Episode 602
"Weeping Wilsons"
Cast: Annie Wilson, Dixon Wilson, Naomi Clark, Erin Silver, Navid Shirazi, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Liam Court
Disclaimer: I don't own 90210.
Author's Note: Please keep on giving me feedback guys! Your reviews are what keeps me writing and you don't want to miss what I have to tell! This episode is going to focus a little more on the return of the Wilsons.
Full Summary: Season 6 finds Annie and Dixon Wilson, along with the rest of the Beverly Hills' gang, lost, loved, and strengthened through each other. It's a new and different time for them, as the stakes are much higher and there is a lot more to lose. Old flames are ignited and broken families are reunited. Coming from a world of glamour and privilege, with endless possibilities in front of them, anything can happen. All in all, it's just another day in the world's most famous zip code.
"Weeping Wilsons" Drama/Romance. Shenae Grimes, Tristan Wilds, AnnaLynne McCord. Series Dixon's critical condition brings the Wilson family back to Beverly Hills.
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The familiar clean smell of her surroundings haunted her senses. She shut her eyes completely and cringed as she wrapped her jacket around her small waist. The hospital was such a sterile place, and it made her feel disconnected from the world.
She was back in Beverly Hills.
"I'm scared, mom," Annie whispered slowly, taking her mother's hands. "...I know for a fact that what happened to Dixon was not an accident..." Debbie slightly turned her head, perplexed. Debbie was lost for words. "You have to believe me -"
"Annie," muttered Debbie, still confused. "What do you -" He strolled in the waiting room alongside the doctor with his arms crossed against his broad chest. Harrison 'Harry' Wilson stood tall as he fought his tears back. His lips were quivering and his eyes were blood shot red and puffy.
"Deb," he called to her, almost asking for her comfort. She quickly shot up from her seat and embraced him with tears streaming down her motherly face. "They're still working on him. Nothing's new...nothing seems to be working..." Annie continued to weep on the side, her arms wrapped around her body.
"It's been almost three hours, Harry," Debbie wept silently. "Why isn't he getting better? Why?" Harry embraced her in his heavy arms as he reached for Annie for a soft kiss.
"How is he, doctor?" asked Annie, tightening her grip on her dad's hand. "Please tell me he's going to be okay..he has to be okay."
"You guys might want to sit down for this," replied the doctor, gesturing the family to sit down.
"I think we're fine just how we are," added Harry strongly. "Just-just...tell us..what's going on, doc?"
"Dixon's in critical condition," stated the doctor calmly. The three Wilson's clenched their jaws. "He has some severe burnt wounds all over his body from the explosion. He also happens to have some broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a crushed face. He broke his left arm and tore his right shoulder. And had internal bleeding in the head."
"Oh my," Debbie squealed, covering her mouth. Harry planted a kiss on her forehead. Annie held her stomach. "My boy. My poor son."
"The doctors proceeded with a lobotomy," added the doctor. "To make sure we stop the bleeding."
"I think I've heard enough," spat Debbie. "Just save my son."
"We are doing everything we can Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," added the doctor. Harry and Debbie continued to share their sufferings together. "I'll make sure to continue to update you all on Dixon's further condition. I know this will be hard for all of you, but surely get some rest." Loud shrieks of weeping came through the door as Tabitha Wilson entered the waiting room.
"I don't care if I'm being too loud! You cannot keep me from seeing my own grandson! Where is my grandson!?" demanded Tabitha out loud. "Where's Dixon Wilson!?" Nurses around the vicinity gave her a strange look. "Don't give me that, I know I'm a white woman!" Tabitha finally quieted herself down when she found Annie standing behind her. "Annie, dear? Well?" Annie shook her head in distraught, speechless.
"He's unstable, grandma," informed Annie, hugging her shocked grandmother.
"And is anyone in this damn hospital doing anything about it!?" yelled Tabitha around. "I'm serious! This is my grandson! Why-" Annie continued to embrace her.
"Hi mom," greeted Harry. In her custom made yellow pantsuit, Tabitha began to pace back and forth. Her heavy jewelry hung heavily on her bony actress figure as she pursed her lips. "I'm glad you made it out here."
"So am I," responded Tabitha. "Well after Dixon's car accident that almost paralyzed him for life and Annie getting shot by a psycho skank..." Harry gazed down at the floor. "Oh let me add Dixon's heart condition that sent him to this hell-hole and Annie's new porno book..." Annie was taken back. Her father was completely shocked as he knew nothing about Annie's breakthrough novel. "I think it's good that we are all here now for some reevaluating."
Heavy footsteps filled the cold room as Mark Holland entered the chaotic scene. His brown hair, chiseled jaw, and familiar eyes mirrored those of his father.
"Mark," Annie breathed, welcoming him. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Vermont. I told you over the phone that it's okay. You didn't have to be here. I know you have things to take care of at home."
"Dixon's family, right?" answered Mark, clearing his throat. "After all, he is my half-brother. I've never had a brother before, and I'm not losing one." Harry and Debbie stood starstruck, as Mark introduced himself to them. Annie completely forgot that her parents had no knowledge of Mark.
"Sean?" muttered Harry to Annie.
"Actually, it's Mark," replied Mark, shaking Harry's hand. "Mark Holland. Your other son, of course." Annie nervously smiled. Harry looked to Annie for some sort of explanation. "Didn't you tell them, Annie?"
"It's a long story," answered Annie. "Dad, I -"
"I think we have enough time," muttered Harry.
"Surely," added Debbie.
"Well it's about damn time the Wilson family returned to Beverly Hills," stated Tabitha, resting her hands on her hip.
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Silver's Apartment:
The morning sun peered through her grimy windows and dimly lit her small apartment. Her best friend walked around the small kitchen, making breakfast and tea for two. He seemed to make the small apartment a little brighter with his presence. He even cleaned around a little, seeing that she hadn't done any cleaning herself for the past week.
She wept silently as she washed her delicate body with warm water. A few candles were lit as soft music danced around the acoustics of the bathroom. Everyday she thought of sinking deep into the bathtub, and ending everything right then and there. What would Dixon think of her then? How about her deceased mother, Jackie, who fought her own cancer battle as long as she could?
"I can't live like this anymore, mom," she called to her. "I don't know how..." Knock Knock Knock.
"Silver, you all right in there?" asked Teddy. Silver brushed away her tears and cleared her throat. "I made some breakfast."
"Yeah," Silver responded. "That sounds good, I'll be out." She eventually made her way out the small bathroom and quietly sat on her bed, drying her hair with a heavy towel. Teddy kissed her forehead and tried his best to make her smile.
"Did you take your pills?" asked Teddy, kindly.
"Which one?" smartly answered Silver, taking a deep breath.
"Silver," muttered Teddy, offended.
"I know, I'm sorry," apologized Silver, holding his arm. "I know you're just trying to help. I forget sometimes, I'm sorry. Nothing seems to be easy for me right now." Teddy gave her a cup of tea. "And I did take them, thanks." He sweetly smiled at her.
"So Dixon gave me a copy of your scheduled appointments," began Teddy, taking out a calendar and a notebook. "I decided to write them down here and here so you don't forget." Silver smiled warmly. "I also stocked your fridge with actual food this morning, since you seem to want to be anorexic all of a sudden. If I'm going to be living with you, you're going to have to keep up with my eating style." Silver chuckled. "Also -"
"Hey," she called to him, reaching for his hand. He gazed at her. "Thank you. I appreciate you being here with me. I know you must be going through your own personal problems and the last thing you need is to be taking care of a dying 20 year old -"
"Silver," began Teddy softly. "What you're going through right now with...with losing your baby and finding out about this cancer. We might have had our problems in the past, but what you're going through is unimaginable. And I can't imagine not being here with you. You're my Silver."
"Thanks," replied Silver, fiddling with her hands.
"You know I'm here if you wanna talk," mentioned Teddy, noticing some odd behaviors from Silver. "I'm here, Silver." Silver said nothing and smiled shortly. Teddy heaved a deep sigh as he watched Silver drag herself back in the bathroom.
Beverly Hills Hospital:
Annie sighed deeply as she turned off her phone.
"Adrianna's on her way," mentioned Annie to her mom. "And for some reason, Silver and Naomi forwarded me to their voicemails."
"Honey, it's okay," reassured Debbie, reaching for her hands. "Just try again later. I'm sure they're busy right now."
"Those cold-hearted bitches," gritted Tabitha aggressively. Annie and Debbie stared her down. "I'm sorry. I only meant half of what I said."
"The worst part in all of this is that I can't even reach Liam," added Annie, worried. "He's not answering his phone. He's not at the bar or his shop. I'm beginning to worry, mom. Where could he be right now?"
"Right now you have your brother to worry about," said Debbie, comforting Annie.
"Don't forget my other brother," whispered Annie, gazing over her shoulder at her dad and Mark. "What do you think they're talking about?"
"Well whatever it is, let's just hope for the best," replied Debbie.
"I hope Mark doesn't bring up my engagement and my book," muttered Annie. "Not here at least. I want to tell dad myself."
"This family has got more drama than my new sitcom in Vegas," added Tabitha. Annie and Debbie once again stared her down. "Tune in, I'm serious."
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Mark and Harry stood eye to eye in the waiting room. Harry gazed at his son, feeling as though he was staring at himself twenty years ago. Although Mark had gotten over the fact that he was staring at his father, Harry was still astounded as he stood two feet away from his biological son. Ever since he found out he had a son five years ago, Harry had been waiting for this moment to finally happen.
"Listen, Harry," muttered Mark, gripping tightly on his coffee cup. "Annie's told me all about you, and from the look of your face...she hasn't told you about me."
"Nope," whispered Harry, holding himself up. "Not at all. Didn't mention you at all. My existent son."
"Annie had a lot of things going on in her life," explained Mark.
"And a part of me feels like I haven't been there for my family these past two years," murmured Harry. The guilt heavily set on his chest and clogged up his throat. "I feel awful about Dixon as well. For God's sakes he's been in this hospital three times already. I feel like I should have been there for him these past two years. None of this should be happening to my kids." Harry began to tear. "They're just kids."
"They're strong kids, Harry," added Mark.
"And I feel horrible that I haven't been there for you for the past 27 years of your life," added Harry softly. "I'm sorry, Mark."
"I'm going to be straight with you, Harry," stated Mark, placing his hand on his father's shoulder. "I had a father. He was a good man. A very good man. With what Annie has told me, so are you. And I know you tried your best looking for me when you found out. I appreciate that." Harry bit his lip and chugged down his coffee. "I'm not saying you're not my father because obviously you are."
"I am," added Harry, smiling shortly. "And have you umm...met Tracy..your mother? Tracy Clark? Have you met her yet?"
"Yeah," answered Mark. "It was very dramatic. For her at least." Harry and Mark chuckled. It was as almost as if they were one person. "Naomi actually found me and asked me to cater an event for her and she introduced me to Tracy immediately via FaceTime. It was all very dramatic."
"Sounds like Tracy," laughed Harry.
"I'm definitely not complaining about the money she's continuing to send in," added Mark. "It's been going straight to my kids' college fund."
"You're a father?" asked Harry. Mark nodded his head and showed a picture of his twins, Olivia and Dillon. "They're beautiful."
"You're a grandpa," laughed Mark.
"Yes I am," whispered Harry. "I would love to meet them one day, Mark." Harry began to cry a little.
"Are you alright?" asked Mark.
"Well I'm just glad you're here, and that we can have this moment now," muttered Harry. "I'm praying my boy gets out of there alive so I can take both of my boys fishing on my new boat." Harry quietly chuckled as he wiped his nose with his sleeve.
"Me, too," agreed Mark. "Me too."
Manhattan, New York:
It didn't take very long for Naomi Clark to get used to the city. Helping run Rachel's company from New York enabled Naomi to put her talent to use globally. Overnight, Naomi was able to make ten appointments all over Euro-asia to plan and host major events. Rachel provided Naomi a fabulous penthouse in Manhattan and her own personal chauffeur.
Once again, Naomi received everything she wanted. Or did she...
"Thank you very much, Henry," thanked Naomi, as she gave him a small pat on his shoulder. "I really do appreciate you driving me around everywhere. I could never drive around the city...it is definitely not Rodeo Drive."
"No problem, Ms. Clark," replied Henry. He was a large caucasian man in his late thirties with a belly like Santa Claus, and a thick New York accent. He was bald and had a large beard that covered his thin lips. He might as well have been Santa. "I'm just doing my job."
"Well you're doing a great job," added Naomi. "You're keeping the creeps of the streets of New York off of Naomi Clark. That's a tough job...and an important one as well! So don't slip!"
"Yes, Ms. Clark," answered Henry kindly.
"Stop calling me Ms. Clark," Naomi ordered. "Henry, you are the closest thing to a friend I have in New York. Call me Naomi."
"Alright then," said Henry. "Well we're here, Naomi. Have a great day at work and I'll be back for your pick-up."
"Thanks, Henry," said Naomi, getting out of the car. "I'm going to need it. Today's a big day! Naomi's official first day of working in New York! This is so Sex and the City right now." The stretched limo drove away and disappeared into the busyness of Manhattan.
Naomi strutted through the company's glass doors and headed to the top floor to her office. To her surprise, Rachel was waiting patiently for her arrival. Rachel sat comfortably on Naomi's leather couch with a glass of champagne in one hand.
"What is all this?" asked Naomi.
"Celebration of course," answered Rachel. "Of the success you are already making for my company." Naomi grabbed a glass of champagne as well. "No one is going to get in the way of your personal success, Naomi. I am here because I want to show you everything that I know. I have so much for you to do today. I need your personal opinions on-"
"Excuse me, Ms. Clark?" called Naomi's assistant, Erika. "Annie Wilson called from Beverly Hills this morning?"
"Isn't that your sister?" asked Rachel.
"Yeah, Annie?" said Naomi. "Wait, she called from Beverly Hills? That's impossible, she's supposed to be in Paris for her book tour."
"Well she sounded urgent," added Erika. "Do you want me to call her back?"
"Well," began Naomi.
"I'm sure it's nothing, Naomi," interjected Rachel, sending Erika away. "She's probably just getting pre-nuptial butterflies. Besides, like what I said, we have a lot to do today. Remember Naomi, you are an important figure now. You can't let little family problems get in the way of the company's success. I'm sure it's nothing, Naomi. Call her back in a couple of days. We have work to do."
"What if it's my friends calling?" asked Naomi.
"Then they'll understand that you are doing something important," answered Rachel. "They are the least of your worries now."
Silver's Apartment:
Silver dragged her feet around her small place as Teddy continued to clean the dishes. Teddy was beginning to get frustrated with Silver's attitude throughout the day.
"So I talked to Michaela," informed Teddy, drying his hands. He turned around and leaned against the sink. "She called me the other day." Silver's heart stopped. Losing the baby still heavily rested on Silver's conscious. With everything that was going on in her life, Silver hadn't had the time to properly grieve.
"What did umm...What did she say?" asked Silver, folding her arms. "How's she doing?"
"Well she's back in D.C. with her family," answered Teddy. "She's fine, so she says." Silver took a deep breath and held her stomach. "She wants to talk to you. She wants to know if you're okay. She says you haven't answered any of her calls."
"To be honest, I haven't really answered any of my calls unless they're from my doctor," snapped Silver. Teddy looked away. "If you can't tell, I've been pretty busy around -"
"You know, if you're trying to avoid her, Silver, you don't have to be so cold about it," replied Teddy coldly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Silver retorted.
"It means you're not the only one that lost a baby that day, Silver," muttered Teddy. "I lost my child and so did Michaela." Silver rolled her eyes as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "And so did you, Silver! I'm sorry, but you're acting like you just didn't lose a child. I feel like you've been avoiding it -"
"Of course I'm trying to avoid it, Teddy. I don't wanna remember it!" she snapped, quickly wiping away a tear. "Every time I think of the life I could have had with this baby, I lose it. Do you want me to cry all the time!? Because I don't feel like crying all the time!"
"It's not doing you any good avoiding this situation, Silver," added Teddy. "You mope around all day in your sweats and you act like it's the end of the world - when in reality, it's not."
"Well it's the end of my world," gritted Silver. "I carry that guilt with me everyday Teddy, and probably will for the rest of my life. Don't you dare tell me what I'm feeling. Especially at a time like this."
"Then stop hiding your feelings, Silver," retorted Teddy. "It's eating you up inside! I can see it."
"And how about you?" asked Silver, defensively.
"Me?" asked Teddy.
"Yeah," added Silver. "You think I can't tell when something's wrong with my best friend." Teddy stood up. "I can tell something's eating you up too." Teddy gazed at the floor. "It's Shane, isn't it?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Silver," said Teddy, calming his voice down. "My problems with Shane doesn't compare with what you're going through right now. I don't need you to be worrying about me."
"Hey," whispered Silver, reaching for his arm. "That's not true." Silver took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Your problems deserve to be heard." She smiled sweetly back at him. "You've been so good to me, let me be your friend for once." They both calmly sat down on her bed.
"We're on a break," answered Teddy. Silver was taken back. "He didn't want to be with me unless I talked to my father to clear things up."
"I'm so sorry," said Silver. "Teddy, I know this is a sensitive subject for you, but you should really try reaching out to your dad more."
"Silver," replied Teddy defensively. "You know it's not that easy for me." Silver shut her eyes. "The day I told my father I was gay, he stopped supporting me in everything I did. Savanna can't even look at me the same and my mother hasn't returned any of my calls. Even my uncle and aunt don't want anything to do with me after the whole baby scenario."
"I'm sorry," Silver said to him.
"Even till now," added Teddy. "When I'm pursuing my professional tennis career, he refuses to help me."
"Oh God. I remember how involved he was with your tennis career in high school," stated Silver. "I remember Adrianna telling me how crazy your father was. And she was right." Ring Ring Ring."Speaking of Ade." Silver answered her phone. "Hello?"
"Silver?" called Adrianna. "You have to get to the hospital now. Annie just called me. Dixon's in the hospital, again!" Silver felt as though someone stabbed a knife through her heart. "It's bad Silver, it's really bad."
"Ade, what are you talking about?" said Silver, putting her tea down. "I just saw Dixon last night. He took me to my -" Silver stopped herself before saying anything more. "Never mind. Anyways, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"What's wrong?" asked Teddy.
"Dixon's in the hospital," answered Silver.
Beverly Hills County Jail:
"Why is it always us two?" stated Navid helplessly, smashing his head against the cold concrete wall. "It's always us two..."
"That damn Campbell," gritted Liam, leaning against the bars. "I know he has something to do with this. He has to."
"Oh my God," whined Navid. "My parents are going to disown me. This is going on my permanent record for life. First Princeton, now CU is never going to take either of us back. I have to graduate. I'm going to get kicked off The Condor! There goes my chances of being Editor and Chief of the paper next semester!"
"Stop worrying," Liam retorted. "Once we prove that Campbell set this up, we will clear our names and move on with our lives."
"Liam," interjected Navid angrily. "Wake up! Campbell won! We're in jail and he's not!" Navid buried his head in his hands. "I can forget about that house and living with Adrianna. My poor Adrianna probably can't get around with that ankle."
"I have to marry Annie," added Liam. "I am not going to forget the promise I made to her."
"Liam," muttered Navid helplessly. "I admire your determination, I do. But if we have no proof, we're going to end up in here for years." Liam wet his lips and bowed his head in loss. "Oh my God. Orange is not my color. Oh my God."
"What?" Liam asked.
"Oh, God. I just remembered: Leila's graduation is in a few days," murmured Navid. "...and my family's coming home from Switzerland."
Beverly Hills Hospital:
"I really am beginning to hate this hospital," stated Adrianna, taking a seat next to Annie. "I always know where the coffee's at and everyone here pretty much knows me."
"Tell me about it," muttered Annie. "Where's Navid anyways? He didn't pick up his phone." Adrianna did not want to stress Annie more than she already was so she decided to say nothing. Adrianna avoided eye-contact with her and began to fiddle with her fingers. "He must be busy or something. No one's picking up their phones. Not even Liam."
Silver rushed through the hospital doors with tired eyes as Teddy ran alongside her.
"Oh look, it's Silver," said Adrianna, taking the focus off of Liam and Navid. "And Teddy?" Annie and Adrianna stood up from their seats and welcomed them.
"How's he holding up?" asked Silver worriedly, tightly gripping Annie's arms. "Is he okay?"
"He's in critical condition," answered Annie, biting her lip. "He's not waking up either." Silver covered her mouth with her hand and began to weep. "This is bad, Silver. He's not waking up. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to Dixon and I don't know what to do about it." Silver continued to weep and embraced Annie. "He has to be okay, right?"
"He's going to be okay, Annie," added Silver. Her heart was breaking. "Dixon's a fighter. He's going to fight this."
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Adrianna and Teddy moved through the doors of the waiting room to grab more coffee.
"I can't believe this is happening," muttered Adrianna nervously. "Again."
"Yeah, it's quite unbelievable actually," replied Teddy. "How are you, Ade? I heard what happened -"
"I'm okay. Honestly, it's just a broken foot," answered Adrianna truthfully. "I was blessed to have Navid come and rescue me under all that rubble."
"Where is Navid? And Liam? I thought they would be here by now," murmured Teddy. "And Naomi...I haven't heard from her. Have you?" The question caught her off-gaurd. She could no longer keep the information she had to herself. She stopped him and dragged him inside the women's restroom.
"What the hell, Adrianna?" asked Teddy. "I know I'm gay, but I still do use the men's -"
"Listen, Teddy. I need to tell you something that you promise me not to tell Annie and Silver, at least not now," whispered Adrianna nervously. "I don't need them to be stressing over this, because I know they are going through their own personal hells right now. Annie with Dixon and Silver with losing her baby. I mean I have been there before in both their positions and I know I wouldn't want to be drowned with this information I'm about to tell you."
"What is it?" asked Teddy, grabbing Adrianna's shoulders. Adrianna suddenly became hesitant in what she was about to say. "Adrianna, you dragged me all the way into the women's restroom -"
"Okay, umm...you have to promise me, Teddy...okay...Navid and Liam are in jail," confessed Adrianna. "Again. I know but it's not something where you can just pay and bail them out. This is serious, Teddy."
"What do you mean?" asked Teddy. "How serious?"
"This ass named Campbell is claiming that Navid and Liam planned the bombing at the Spencer Blaine concert," added Adrianna. "They are in such big trouble, Teddy. I need you to help me out here! I am so desperate I have no idea what to do! Annie keeps asking for Liam and I don't know what to tell her -"
"Okay, calm down," said Teddy. "I'll see what I can do about it. Have you gone to see them?"
"Not yet," said Adrianna. "I was hoping I didn't have to go alone. Will you come with me?"
Manhattan, New York:
Naomi sat tall behind her glass desk, her pen moving quickly across files after files. Naomi would take a small break once in a while to take a sip of her freshly brewed New York coffee by Erika, and then slip herself back into the routine Rachel gave her.
"I can't talk right now Jordan," stated Naomi over her phone. "But I will get back to you! Mwuah!"
"Excuse me, Ms. Clark?" interjected Erika. Naomi kept her eyes on her work and gestured Erika to enter her office.
"What is it?" snapped Naomi. "My mug is still fresh and I am on a tight schedule..this better be important."
"Someone is here to see you," informed Erika.
"Jordan?" hopefully asked Naomi.
"Um, no," replied Erika nervously.
"Well whomever it is, he or she can patiently wait outside," spat Naomi. "I am in the middle of something very important. Unless you want to take over the company, I suggest you go away."
"He is refusing to leave," replied Erika.
"Well do something about it," demanded Naomi. "Isn't that what you're here for?"
"Well you see," said a familiar voice. A voice Naomi was very familiar with a few years ago. "I'm a pretty impatient person." Naomi's head shot up as she dropped her pen immediately.
"Ethan!" she shrieked excitedly. She flew off her seat and flung her arms around Ethan Ward. He definitely grew taller and was definitely much cleaner and more mature than the last time she saw him. "Oh my God!"
"But I guess you would already know that," he said back, planting a kiss on her cheek. "How are you, Naomi?"
Beverly Hills Hospital:
"It's been a rough year, dad," confessed Annie to her father. "It really has."
"I am so sorry, sweet-heart," apologized Harry, reaching for his daughter. "For whatever you had to go through..."
"You know," began Annie, tearing up. "I was so angry with you for leaving..."
"I know," muttered Harry.
"You walked out on us, dad," interjected Annie. "Dixon was miserable without you and mom was trying so hard to keep us all together. It was the most important year of our lives and you just disappeared. We were supposed to be a family."
"We are," explained Harry.
"Then why doesn't it feel like it?" asked Annie, dragging her words. "You live 45 minutes away, mom lives in Paris, grandma is in Vegas, and our half-brother lives in Vermont. I can't help but to feel like another poisoned Beverly Hills family. Why doesn't it feel like I have a family, dad?"
"Because I didn't accept my responsibilities and I ran," confessed Harry. "But I'm here now, Annie. I want to be a part of your life again..."
"So you're gonna stay this time?" asked Annie.
"Of course," answered Harry.
"Good," whispered Annie. "Cause I missed my dad." She wept softly and embraced her father.
Beverly Hills County Jail:
"You want to know how I feel?" yelled Navid from behind the bars. "I feel like I've been crapped on by you!" Campbell laughed sinisterly to himself, holding his stomach and stomping the ground with his foot.
"Good," hissed Campbell. "Cause that's what I was kind of going for."
"You're a piece of trash," muttered Navid.
"I warned you, Shirazi," snickered Campbell. "You shouldn't have messed with the Cronos society. I told you I would put you in your place. Especially after that stunt you pulled during finals." Campbell's eyes wandered around the jail cell. "And here we are..."
"Just wait till I get out of here," threatened Navid. "I'm gonna beat your ass down so bad -"
"Just shut up, Navid," snapped Campbell. "You're voice is grinding my gears. The way I see it...if the investigation is going the way it's going...you boys will be locked up in here for about..hmm five years? Give or take." Navid fell to his seat. "You're money can't even take you out of this one."
"Campbell," begged Navid. "My family's coming into town for my sister's graduation!"
"Whoops," hissed Campbell.
"Go to hell," barked Liam. Campbell's grin faded and his attention focused to Liam.
"Thanks for the offer, Court," Campbell whispered to him. "But no thanks." Liam thinned his eyes as Campbell made his way out. "Looks like you both beat me to it."
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As Campbell made his way to the parking lot, Adrianna and Teddy cut him off.
"Campbell Price?" said Teddy to Adrianna. "This is the Campbell you were talking about?"
"Yeah," replied Adrianna, her arms folded across her chest. "That's him Teddy. He's the reason why Navid and Liam are in jail."
"Whoa," hissed Campbell. "Slow your roll Pop Princess. You're in my face." He lightly pushed Adrianna aside and faced Teddy. "How you doing, Montgomery? How're the boys?" Teddy clenched his jaws and tightened his fists. Adrianna suddenly felt a strong tension between the two.
"What's going on here, Teddy?" asked Adrianna. "Do you know this guy?"
"Campbell Price," began Teddy. "...and I met in the Cronos society."
"He's right," said Campbell. "Teddy was one of the best...until he started rooting for the same team." Adrianna scoffed. "If you know what I mean..." Adrianna thinned her eyes angrily. As Teddy was about to throw his fist to Campbell's face, Adrianna quickly held him back. "Whoa there, Teddy! It's not like I'm hitting on you or anything." Teddy growled silently.
"Don't do it, Teddy," muttered Adrianna. "He's not worth it."
"Yeah, Teddy," sang Campbell. "Don't do it. Listen to the little pop drug addict who can't even mother her own child."
"You sick bastard," snapped Adrianna, throwing her fist to Campbell's face. "That one's for Navid." Campbell fell back on his head as Adrianna stood over him. She swung her foot to Campbell's crotch and spat on his face. "And that one's for Maisy..my daughter."
"You slut," spat Campbell. Teddy grabbed him by the jacket and threw him against a car.
"You're lucky Adrianna doesn't sue your ass for sexual harassment," retorted Teddy. "Actually, you're lucky she won't sue your ass for attempted murder. Let's go Ade."
"You are a shriveled, pathetic excuse for a man," gritted Adrianna, as she walked with Teddy into the building. "I hope you rot in hell."
Beverly Hills Hospital:
Night came over Beverly Hills, and Dixon was finally resting on his bed. The Wilson family and Silver sat in his room, watching carefully at any sign of Dixon waking up. Annie and Silver sat by the windowsill as the rest of the family stood quietly around Dixon's bed.
"Finally," whispered Annie. "I can finally breathe a little knowing that Dixon is finally out of the Emergency Room."
"He will get better, Annie," muttered Silver, combing her hair back.
"I hope so," said Annie, rubbing her arms. "How are you? I felt like I haven't spoken to you in a while since the concert." Silver brushed her hair away from her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Annie," began Silver. "I lost - I lost my baby." Annie held her mouth and reached for Silver. "Michaela had a miscarriage. The doctor said apparently it happens all the time and there's nothing I could do about it."
"I'm so sorry, Silver," said Annie. "I know how important that was to you. I can't even imagine what you're going through."
"Yeah," whispered Silver, tearing up. Silver wasn't ready to tell her best friend that she had cancer. With everything going on, Silver didn't want Annie to worry about her either. "It's definitely taking its time. It just hurts a lot. Not knowing what could have been. It's been really painful." Annie embraced her friend.
"I'm here, Sil," comforted Annie. "You know that."
"Of course I do. Teddy just reminded me that I need my friends," replied Silver. "So I'm guessing you're canceling your book tour?"
"Yeah," said Annie. "With everything that happened to Dixon, I have to be here. There's absolutely no way I would feel okay if I went back to Paris."
"Everything's going to be okay, Annie," assured Silver. "You heard the doctor...it's going to take some time for him to recover."
"I'm not that worried about Dixon anymore. There is something else, Silver," whispered Annie nervously. "Actually, someone." Silver was looking for an answer. "I know I'm going to sound crazy, but Patrick has something to do with this."
"What?" spat Silver. "Annie..."
"I don't know how," began Annie. "But he wrote me a letter and sent it to my mom's place with a copy of my book in Paris saying that he's going after my family. What do I do, Sil?"
"Oh my God," whispered Silver. "You have to go to the police about this."
"I don't know if I can," said Annie, nervously. "He already tried messing with Mark, remember? And the only reason why Mark was released from prison was because Jordan's mother was able to pull some strings. What if he tries to hurt my parents, Silver?"
"He's not going to," said Silver. "He's not taking you down, Annie."
Wilson Residence:
The house was very much the same as Debbie left it two years ago. She walked around the kitchen as Harry slipped upstairs to grab Dixon's old clothes. The furniture in the living room was the same, and the curtains on the walls were still the same. The smell of the house never changed as she took in a deep breath.
Harry came running downstairs with a duffle bag filled with Dixon's clothes ready to head back to the hospital. He found Debbie in the kitchen, weeping quietly to herself.
"What's wrong, Deb?" asked Harry. She slowly turned around and buried her head in his chest.
"I screwed up this family," she confessed. "I should have never left to Paris with a man I knew I wasn't in love with, I am so irresponsible."
"Hey, don't say that," muttered Harry. "You did the best you could as their mother. You kept this family together, Deb. If there's anyone to blame here it's me." Harry wiped Debbie's tears away with his hand. "I have been such a lousy father. I have been living in this house for the past year and a half after I found my girlfriend cheating on me in our bedroom with another man. I have been bumming around this house -"
"Harry," Debbie muttered. "You did your best."
"Obviously not," he answered her. "We're still divorced." Debbie licked her lips. "Dixon's in the hospital. Annie was running around with guys to pay for her brother's rehab..." Harry took a deep breath. "And we're still divorced..."
"And we're still divorced," stated Debbie. She wanted to leap into his arms once again and press her lips against his and feel safe again. "What happened to us, Harry?"
"I should have worked harder for our marriage," he whispered to her. "I should have worked harder for you..."
Beverly Hills Hospital:
Annie and Silver sat next to Dixon's bed as the moon's light peered through the windows and into the room.
"I don't understand how everything could just change in one night," muttered Annie to Silver. "How our lives can just start to disappear before our eyes."
"Annie," whispered Silver. "I have something to tell you..."
"And the worst part about everything," continued Annie, tightening her grip on Dixon's hand. "I can't reach Liam. This is not like him at all, he should be here with me and -"
"Annie," muttered Silver again, in the verge of tears. The door silently opened and Tabitha and Mark strolled in coolly. Tabitha stood at the edge of Dixon's bed and slowly wet her lips, gazing at Annie.
"Grandma?" said Annie quietly. "Are you okay?"
"I have something to tell you, dear," whispered Tabitha.
"What is it?" asked Annie, sitting up.
"Annie," began Tabitha. "Liam's in prison." Annie's heart suddenly fell to her knees, while Silver's jaw fell to her feet.
Author's Note: REVISED CHAPTER