Me: So this time I will speak in American English now!

Ali: But what f they're not American?

Me: Wait, this site is for other states too?

Ali: Cassie, this is a worldwide site.

Me: I'll be thinking about you worldwide…

Ali: Oh my god.

Me: For the record that was my favorite song BEFORE they had it on the show.

Ali: Cassie, get back on topic.

Me: So not only people from New York, but people from, like, Nebraska?

Ali: Or Brazil. Or Argentina.

Me: WHAT ABOUT ESKIMOS?

Ali: -sighs- Yes.

Me: Sweet! Now why do you keep straying off topic?

Ali: Cassie only owns the O/C's and the plot.

Evangeline's POV

I flipped though the old hockey magazine. Ick. I picked up one of James's Cuda magazines. Much better. I noticed my left glove riding down and I yanked it back up. The door swung open. Carlos was carrying a pale girl covered in bruises, her face was contorted in pain. Carlos's face was covered in anguish and tears, almost as bad as Logan's. Logan motioned for me to get up and I complied. James and Kendall followed behind. They looked absolutely livid. Kendall walked into the kitchen and put his hands on the counter, bowing his head. James ran into the bathroom and Carlos laid the girl on the neon orange couch.

I stared at her. "Who is that?"

Carlos looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "Ashley."

No. No. No! "Oh my god."

Logan growled. "There is no god. If there was, this wouldn't have happened."

He went to peel off her red mesh top. I ran over and put my hand on his arm. "I wouldn't suggest doing that."

He jerked from my touch. "Don't touch me you mother fucking slut."

Had I not gone through what I have in the past, that would have hurt. Kendall's head popped up and his expression before would've been joyful compared to this.

"What did you call her?"

Logan ignored him and pulled off her top and it fell to the ground. Everyone's eyes were on her upper arms, except mine. "Sh-She cuts?" He spun towards me. "You knew about this?"

I held up my hands in defense. "She just told me last night."

Kendall walked over and put one of his hands on Logan's chest. "You'd better help her. Right now. And later we will be discussing what you called my girlfriend."

Logan turned back to his sister, pulling off her tank-top as well revealing her pink bra that had bears on it. He stomach and ribs were beginning to turn a deep purple, worse than the rest of her.

James came back out pulling a red suitcase. "I got the first aid kit."

Logan took it. "Thanks."

He began working on her and mumbling to himself.

~30 minutes later~

Ashley had white bandages wrapped around her head, right under her bra that stopped at her belly button, and a cast on her right hand. The whole time Carlos had sat there whispering. I'd just stood there staring. How could someone do this? Kendall had been pacing and cursing under his breath. About 15 minutes ago he'd disappeared.

Logan closed the suitcase and stood up. "That's all I can do until she wakes up."

I nodded and walked to the hallway and knocked on the door that had 'Kendall's & Logan's Room' painted on it. No answer. I silently turned the handle and opened the door. The lights were off and my green eyes had trouble adjusting to the darkness.

"Kendy?"

I saw a sliver of light from under a door. I walked towards it and tripped on something, landing on the floor with a loud thud and a groan. The door swung open and the room filled with it's light.

Kendall was standing holding a pen and paper. "What are you doing?"

I sat up. "I wanted to let you know that they're done."

He walked to me and held out his left hand. I took it with my right and he tried to lift me up. His hand slipped and pulled off my glove. Terror spread through my body as his face went from surprise to confusion to concern.

I scrambled to get up and grabbed the glove. I ran out of the room pulling it back on. Did he see? Well, from the look on his face… Carlos and Logan looked at me as I raced into the living room. I went to the door. Locked. I heard the footsteps and a hand grabbed my elbow.

"Angie, please."

I yanked on the door. Why can't it just open? "What?"

He turned me toward him and lifted my chin to get me to look into his eyes but I pulled away. "What were those things on your arm?"

I unlocked the door. "I'm pretty sure you know."

I opened it but his hand didn't leave my arm. "You cut?"

I looked up into his green and yellow orbs. My mouth wouldn't move. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I ran.

Carlos's POV

I watched Kendall run after Angie. I looked back at Ashley, moving some of her hair out of her face. The door opened to reveal Mama Knight and Katie. Before any yelling could start Logan ran over to explain. I took a blanket and covered her up. I kissed her forehead, her nose an then her lips.

"Come on Ashie-baby, wake up."

She sighed but her eyes didn't open.

I hummed to myself and felt the eyes of the room on me. It's the only way I can deal with it lately, singing whenever I'm stressed. My pocket vibrated and I pulled out my phone. One new text, just from Kendall saying that he can't find Angie. Whatever, I don't care. Ashley needs to wake up to me. I heard sobs and looked to see Mama Knight crying, Katie just rolled her eyes and walked over to us.

"How's she doing?"

I shrugged. "Hard to tell. It's been 45 minutes since we got her here."

She patted me on the back. "She's gonna get better. After all, I haven't taught her any poker yet."

I smiled at her an she led her mom to her room then went to hers, Ashley's room, the room they shared? I felt something caress my cheek. I looked to see Ashley awake.

I grasped her hand with mine and she smiled a little. "Y-You c-came."

Logan ran over and kneeled next to me. I felt my eyes sting, water, overflow. "Of course I did Ashie-baby."

She laughed then coughed then winced. "He's b-been w-watching. H-He…at the lake, he knew I t-told you."

Logan placed his hand on her forehead. "I'm so sorry. If I hadn't left this wouldn't have happened. I love you Ashley. And I know I've been a terrible brother, but I'm working on it. I'm sorry you had to go through what you did. But you're strong, so strong. I'm proud of y-"

She rolled her eyes. "You're making this way cheesier than it needs to be."

I chuckled and wiped my tears with the hand that wasn't clinging to Ashley's. "How are you feeling?"

She shrugged then winced. "Pretty shitty. But it'll get better."

Logan took the stethoscope from the table and moved the blanket. Had the circumstances been different I would've been totally turned on by her laying on the couch with short shorts on and no shirt. But she's purple.

"Logan, that hurts. Holy crap, I'm purple!"

I let go of her hand. "Was I hurting you?"

She took my hand again. "Is your name Logan?"

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