8.

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Salomé was good at playing it tranquil. It was one of the many things her father taught her when it came down to business, she never let anger or anything bother her. It was like she were programmed that way, or brainwashed...The twenty year old didn't like to think about her childhood too much so she shut off those memories. All that mattered was who she became right now and that woman felt her insides ticking. Like the urge to get her hands bloody were whispering through her veins to do something. Do something about her friend's sadness, to take action. Salomé sat up half the night listening to Ian telling her and Mandy what went down back at the Milkovich'. She listened patiently and quietly opposed to Mandy who was ready to give her brother and their father a piece of her mind, although she didn't leave the house. Salomé remained silent through it all, watching and letting Ian cry into her neck. She even told him that if he wanted to get his anger out he can take it out on her since that's what she and her brothers used to do back at home but Ian declined. So Salomé proceeded to bring Ian into the kitchen and told him to break anything in her house if he wanted to, "Go wild. Do whatever you need to get it all out, I'll make you some tea while you go at it." Ian and Mandy have never seen someone like Salomé before, it was little odd how she hummed along while Mandy questioned if Ian actually wanted to break some shit since the Spanish-Egyptian had some expensive things in her town home. The two home bound southsiders didn't judge her however since the odd mixed beauty did do a lot for the two.

Ian went wild breaking a few things here and there, letting his anger go over while Mandy watched with tight lips. She couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with her brother, so he liked dicks so what? She knew the Milkovich's were tough at trying to get their emotions out but her brother and Ian had a thing going on for a long time now and she could only imagine how it must have felt for Ian to see that. To see some whore try to fuck the gay out of her brother. Mandy and Ian were in similar situations, she didn't have to see Lip screwing some bitch who liked to fuck children but she could only imagine what went down. The two friends were in deep pain and Mandy might have broken a few things as well. When the two friends were tired enough, Salomé handed the two some tea informing them that it would put them right to sleep which is something the both of them needed. Ian was the first to start rubbing his eyes, effects from the tea immediately kicking it. The curly haired girl led Ian up to her spare room - the room Tony stayed in and kissed him on the forehead telling him all his worry's would be gone soon.

When Salomé got back to her room, she spotted Mandy climbing into the left side of her high-up bed pulling the sheets around her. Salomé took this time to sit at her vanity pulling her dark soft large curls up into a pineapple style, it was remained quiet for awhile the twenty year old thinking the seventeen year old had fallen asleep as she placed multiple body pins into her hair to hold the curls into her face.

"I want you to knock some sense into my brother, for some reason I feel like you're the right one to do it." Mandy croaked into the large room, the effects of the tea slowly setting in.

Salomé angled her face as she stared at her reflection in the mirror answering the girl, "I don't know what you expect me to do. He is your brother, no?"

"My brother is a fucking idiot when it comes to Ian. He plays with his emotions just like Lip plays with mine, something the two douches have in common. We have to teach these boys that they can't say one thing and do another, it's fucked up you know." Mandy replied with a yawn.

Salomé nodded her head, "Why is it that you fall for people in the first place? Why believe them?"

Mandy frowned at that, "Because love needs to be felt Lo. Even if it tears you apart, there's always a reason for love. It'll teach you so many things and you will find out so much about yourself. Although I wouldn't mind kicking the shit out of my boyfriend...I love him. Just like I know Mickey loves Ian."

"Why do you love Lip?" Salomé questioned but did not receive an answer.

Glancing over her shoulder she saw that Mandy had finally fell into a deep slumber, her thin body rising and falling gently with small breaths. Salomé never understood love because it was never given to her like she needed it to be. She was the outcast of the family, she was the one who found comfort in a story that made no sense to her family. No matter how hard Viviano appeared to care Salomé knew he only listened since no one else would and Salomé didn't need anyones pity. She knew Mandy and Ian didn't want her pity, nor would she give it, she also knew that they felt this intense emotion when it came to these other two souls and she didn't know why. You believe what you believe in, just how Salomé lacked love from anyone in her family she believed blood to be shed as a representation of love or at least somewhat. Love is always represented through the color red and her crime was liking the color red. She saw love within herself, her passion for Alice in Wonderland gave her all the love she needed when she committed these illegal activities.

If something needed to be done, it would get done. If Mandy said that Ian loved Mickey, which was clear then you should fight for what you want and take it. Salomé didn't have to get involved, she didn't come here to make friends but it sure did past the time when business was low and business was certainly low over the past few days. She didn't mind making this issue her business, she believed in them. She would try to make some sense of their relationship if Allah made them enter each other's lives for a reason then they were there to learn something from each other or be there until the end, she didn't know which one they'd choose but she knew this was not the end of the two. Not yet. First thing on her list was to pay a little visit to a mouse, get his side of the story before she found the woman who inflicted pain upon her ginger star.

Messing with her curls she spotted the familiar shadow who stood tall from behind her, it moved forward placing a hand on her shoulder causing her to smile at it through the mirror. "I know. It's party time."

Salomé held no fear in her body as she made her way up the steps to the Milkovich' home. If Terry were there then she didn't mind going a round two with the monster of a m-scratch that he were no man. Salomé used her fist pounding against the front door waiting for someone to answer. After a minute she spotted from the side view of her eye someone peeking through the curtains, harsh footsteps could be heard from inside the house before the door was yanked open.

There stood Iggy with a toothpick in his mouth a smirk painted on his lips, "Damn girl you just can't stay away from me huh?"

Salomé politely smiled at the boy before shoving her way inside, Iggy scoffing as his back hit the door harshly. The twenty year old eyed the home, it was much too quiet for anyone to be here. She stood for a few seconds asking, "Is Mickey here?"

"Why? Gallagher sent you?" Iggy questioned closing the door to sit down on the couch to take his porn off pause.

Salomé tilted her head to the side eyeing the kinky scene that appeared on the screen, "No. The ginger doesn't know I'm here plus I only came here to get some information."

Iggy had his attention so focused on the screen in front of him, his elbows were digging hard into his kneecaps. The moans from the television were just about enough until Iggy thought it was okay to whip his own genitals out. Salomé kept her head tilted to the side as she eyed Iggy's length causing the dirty blonde to lift his head up and over at her with a smirk. "Why don't you come on here and sit on it if you're so interested."

"I wouldn't feel it if I did," Salomé claimed with a smug look as Iggy glared at her.

While one of the Milkovich siblings were at lost for words, Salomé took that as her way of leaving but not without searching the house for Mickey or Terry. Like the young woman said she needed answers and if Iggy weren't going to give them to her then she would take it upon herself to found those answers. Salomé sighed as she swung her hips heading down the hall to search the empty rooms, the last place to check was the bathroom and that door was one of the two doors that happened to be closed. Placing her palm against the door Salomé pushed the door open to find no other than Mickey with a bruised and battered face.

Mickey yanked his tank top down at the sight of Salomé, "Jesus who the fuck let you in?"

Salomé shut the door behind her as Mickey moved to sit on the toilet lid and her to lean against the sink, "That looks painful."

"You think?" Mickey barked only to have Salomé shrug her shoulders.

She shoved her hands into her pajama bottom pockets pulling out a white pill, "Here's a Xanax."

Mickey took the pill from her eyeing it before holding it up at her, "Thanks," He mumbled.

Salomé let out a sigh, "So what's her name?"

Mickey blinked lifting his head to meet Salomé' brown eyes, "What?"

"What's her name? The prostitute that raped you." Salomé restated with ease.

Mickey frowned at that, "Why? She didn't rape me - I slept with her."

Salomé shook her head, "No mi amor she raped you. You didn't want to have sex with her, she forced herself on you because your father paid a good deal for her to do so. That's rape."

Mickey glared at the woman in front of him, "Nobody fuckin' raped me, okay? I wanted it, I slept with her willingly okay? Ask Terry or matter of fact ask your 'ginger star' to retell you the story about how hard I pounded into her on that couch in the living room. Fuck outta here with that rape shit!"

"You're gay Mickey and that's okay." Salomé tried to sooth the dark haired nineteen year old in front of her.

Mickey threw his hands out as he jumped to his feet, his hands latching onto Salomé's throat in a tight hold. Their eyes met, his eyes heated opposed to her unbothered gaze. Mickey used his knees to pry Salomé's thick thigh's apart, his breathing instantly picking up. "If you think I'm into that shit then I'll prove to you that I'm not."

With that said Mickey gripped onto Salomé's elastic waistband, pulling her silk pajama pants down. Salomé stood still as Mickey stood upwards again, his head tilted back as his eyes filled with lust eyeing the woman in front of him. He'd show her, he's showed everyone that wanted to doubt him. He used his hands to yank Salomé's neck forward so her lips fell on his, his eyes immediately closing shut as their lips moved together quickly and tenderly. Mickey used his free hand that wasn't holding Salomé's head in place to tightly squeeze her right breast causing a moan to enter Mickey's mouth. A smirk appeared on his lips as pulled back quickly gripping onto her hips to spin her around to face the sink. Salomé panted as felt Mickey's cold hands trail circles over her bare upper thigh, his right hand moving her panties to the side with his pointer and thumb reaching for her clit.

Salomé tried her hardest to focus on her breathing but Mickey was doing a good job at trying to convince her. As he placed rough kisses to the back of her neck, his fingers itched towards her core causing her to snap out of it. This was not what she came here to do, she didn't need Mickey to prove shit to her. It wasn't about her at all. Salomé pulled herself up straight as Mickey tried to use his hand to push her downwards against she elbowed him in his chin.

"Ouch! What the fuck was that for?" Mickey hissed.

Salomé pulled her silk bottoms up where they belonged as she spun to face him, "That was a good motive to try to make me forget what I really came here to do, Mickey mouse. I need answers, tell the name of that woman who raped you."

Mickey flexed his jaw as he pulled the pill from his pocket now tossing it into his mouth, "Why are so worried about it?"

Salomé gave a small smile, "I don't like seeing people in pain. If you don't tell me I'll just find Terry and ask him."

As Salomé adjusted herself to look presentable she went to leave the bathroom until Mickey yanked her back by her wrist. Their noses brushed as Mickey eyed her, trying to figure the gorgeous but strange girl in front of him. The two stood close to each other eyeing one another until Salomé crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out making Mickey let a short chuckle as a reply. "Terry said her name was Svetlana or something like that. You can find her workplace on Lennox."

"Was that so hard Mickey Mouse?" Salomé cooed, patting his pale cheeks.

Mickey shrugged her off, "You're fucking weird you know that?"

Salomé leaned forward to press a kiss to the part of his skin on his face that was not scarred, "We're all mad here. Things will get better once you admit the truth to yourself and just accept it, figure this shit out or you're gonna hurt yourself more in the long run buddy."

With that said the girl sent Mickey a wink and a smile before leaving him alone with his thoughts. As she walked out of the home she felt herself walking through a dark tunnel unaware of her surroundings as her face went numb heading towards Lennox.

Salomé made her way through the back of the brothel in search of the Russian named Svetlana. Even from the back of the place it reeked of sweat and sex, the stone ground feeling chilly underneath her furry slippers. She didn't waste time pulling back curtains to see different women performing their duties, one of the woman with gelled back platinum dyed hair and G sized breasts made it her job to question Salomé.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before, you new?" The girl asked with sass.

Salomé stared her as if she were seeing right through her making the woman immediately uncomfortable.

"You better get out of here before I get Svetlana!" The woman warned, shifting on her feet.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Salomé's small lips, "Good. Why don't we both call her?"

Salomé stepped forward grabbed onto the woman's wrist with one hand and the other holding her throat backwards, with one swift movement and jerked the woman's wrist outwards until she saw her bone breaking through her skin. The woman screamed in agony as Salomé called out, "Svetlana! Svetlana! Svetlana, you have business to attend to!"

A minute passed until a woman pulled back a curtain at the sound of her name. The woman was a bit taller than Salomé herself, dark brown hair with side bangs, bright green eyes, a bit of a pointy nose, a scowl written on her face and a red floral robe tied tight around her frame. Salomé let go of the woman who fell to her knees in pain, Svetlana stared at her worker on the floor flicking her eyes to meet the woman in front of her. She had hurt one of her girls now that made her a target.

Svetlana jerked her chin upwards, "Who the fuck are you?" She bit, her accent coming into full effect.

"You Svetlana?"

"Who, Are, You?" Svetlana hissed again, not liking the way the woman was looking at her.

Salomé grinned showing her teeth, "Let's just say back at home...they call me Ms. Mad Hatter."

Tony Tarik stood in his sister's bathroom frowning at the sight before him. He slowly excited from the bathroom to where his sister's new friends sat on her bed laughing about something.

Ian was the first to ask, "Tony, what's up?"

Tony swallowed as he held a pill bottle up for the both of them to see.

"What's that?" Mandy wondered a smile no longer playing on her face.

"Pills...they're my sister's." Tony answered.

"Okay..."Mandy trailed off not seeing the problem.

Ian pushed himself off his elbow asking, "What kinds of pills?"

"Thorazine and Loxapine."

Mandy eyed Ian who began to frown before turning her attention back to Tony, "What does she take them for?"

Tony lifted his head as he walked over to the bed dumping the contents onto the bed in between them, "Schizophrenia. She also has Depersonalization Disorder but there's no pills to cure that."

Mandy shrugged her shoulders still not seeing the problem, "What's the problem? She just got her pill bottle refilled or something?"

"Or she hasn't been taking them." Ian summarized earning a nod of approval from the younger brother.

This was not good. No es bueno en todo.

A/N: I'm back again with an update. I didn't update when I said I was going to because I haven't been feeling well. I know I'm full of excuses, fight me! ;] The plot of the story is now going to pick up now that we know what is wrong with our girl Lo. Reactions? Thoughts? Far as season six goes...Mandy is now an Escort - Don't really know how to reply to that but she looks good and as long as she's away from that assface who used to beat on her then I guess that's okay? Not really lol but I'm not shaming anyone that does that cause that's their business. Mickey's still *sings* LOCKED UP, LOCKED UP, LOCKED UP - that wasn't funny sorry. So Caleb has HIV huh? Wow! I knew the writer's were going to throw that in there somewhere but hey Caleb seems nice enough. Don't know how long the relationship is going to last but it's something new for Ian and most of ya'll won't accept it lol but it's understandable however we might just have to deal with it for now.

The next events to take place will probably make your mouth drop or I might if I didn't in this chapter.

Until we meet again. (I watch too much of the 100)