well, it looks as though you guys loved this story. and yes, i do know that this is kinda weird and creepy but what would fanfiction be if it wasnt shocking and thought provoking at the same time. you might have to read this one twice. might be confusing but i promise it will make sense later. and if you're wondering, it is a flashback chapter :) to everyone who read, reviewed and favorited the story, thank you :)

quite a few q and a's this update! :) thanks :)

LoreneMichelle: im not saying what shonda has in store for us is crappy but if this is the way she goes, i think i would pee myself from excitement lol

Guest: it is dark. that what makes it good. :)

Ocean00711girl: in the hole she went! omg!

jealisagosling: i can assure you this story will be twisty and good. a lot of questions have been brought up and i can assure you even more will arise after this chapter but stick with me. i promise the payoff is good :P

whitetenchcoat592: thank you so much! im trying really hard to create my own alternate story but still have some bit of the show you can connect with. your review made me tingle inside lol btw i looove you name!

clio1792: if i can help it, i want big jerry to look like the easter bunny dropping of happy candy to the little kiddos compared to rowan. im willing to see where my mind takes us all lol

kelsey: although you dont get answers to your questions right now, hopefully i have brought up more questions for you to ponder. hope you like :)

angchick04: hell im here for it too! lol that first chapter just popped into my head last night so i wrote it. now my juices are flowing and this story is going to be epic...at least i hope. and im glad you like it too!

guest: he is indeed her dad. back story from the lovely family will be sprinkled throughout the story. :)

beautifulmindedprincess: no, he didn't. he made his flunky put her in there :(

demetria valentia: i hope i can keep you somewhat happy or at least so confused that you think you're happy lol

starinthem: she did a big no-no. rule number one. dont fuck up. and she fucked up lol

geaniewebbie: here is the first official update and thank you for giving the story a chance!

marsharose: that would be so freaking awesome. please dont me daydream about the awesomeness that is writing for scandal :) lol by the way are you one of my followers on twitter? did you graduate from hs today? if so congrats!

"Olivia, are you ready?"

"Not really Mom. I can't find my pager. Have you seen it?" Oliva yelled from her bedroom upstairs.

"No, I haven't. I told you to keep up with it. It's very important that you-"

"Keep up with it." Olivia cut her off. "Yada, yada, yada." She said under her breath.

"I heard that Carolynn." Her mother scolded her. "You have to understand the importance of that pager. It's life or death."

"Mom, it's for me to know when you or Dad need me. It's hardly life or death. We don't even have anything remotely 'dangerous' about our life." She waited a pause, "Do we?"

"Do we what?" Olivia's mother asked. She glanced into her purse checking for all her items.

Wallet...check

Contracts...check

Pager...check

Gun...check

Bullets...check

Lipstick...check

Blush...check

"Are we in danger?" Olivia asked from over the balcony.

Olivia's mother check to make sure the safety was on, then smiled looking up at her 14-year-old, "Of course not. We are a perfectly safe, loving and normal family."

"Dad says normal is overrated."

"Don't listen to him. He just wants you to stay his baby for as long as possible."

Olivia came running down the steps just as her mother met her at the front door.

"Do you have everything, Via?"

"Yes, Mom." Olivia answers with a drag of attitude.

"What did we say about that attitude?"

"That it is an emotion that should not be shown."

"Exactly, fix it." Her mother ordered her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did you find your pager?"

"Yes. It's right...I must have set it down when I came to the balcony. Hold on."

Olivia ran back up the steps. Where had she set it down? Maybe she should clean this room more often. It would be easier to keep up with things. And if for some reason some was misplaced, it would be easier to find. She smiled when she flipped the covers on her bed finding it hiding there.

A noise from downstairs caught her attention. It sounded like a bit of a scuffle. Someone straining or grunting. Maybe lifting something.

"Mom, you okay?"

"Hmm, yea." Her mom answered. "Sweetheart?"

"Yes, ma'am?" Olivia asked as she reached the balcony.

"Don't come downstairs." She rushed out.

"Why not?" Olivia questioned.

"I need you to grab something for me. Go to my room, in the closet, top shelf to the right behind my shoe boxes. There is a grey purse with an envelope in it. I need you to get it."

"Am I to bring it to you or...?"

"Um. yes." She answered with a huff.

"Okay." Olivia answered unsure. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Just do as I say, please Carolynn."

"Yes ma'am."

Olivia followed her mom's instructions to the T. But then, she hit a snag. There wasn't a purse behind the shoe boxes. Olivia paused and thought over her mother's directions. Closet, top shelf, to the right, behind the shoe boxes, grey purse, envelope. She thought about the directions again. Her mom was the cleanest person she knew. Very organized. Everything she did had a purpose. Every move calculated. Her purses were not hung in the closet with her shoes. Her handbags, ties, scarfs were in a separate closet by the bathroom. She hopped down, shooting out to the other closet. There on the top shelf to the right was a grey purse. Had her mother been mistaken? She shrugged. She reached in the purse, feeling a thick and heavy envelope.

"Mom, you were so wrong about the place of this envelope. What do you have in it rocks? Geez." Olivia reached the foyer looking around. "Mom?" She walked around the downstairs level of the house looking for her mother.

After not finding her, she peeked out the window to see the car gone. "She left me?" Olivia questioned to herself.

Her pager beeping from upstairs pulled her from her thoughts. How long had it been going off. She glanced at the display with a frown. It was the house number answering machine. Olivia shrugged walking to the kitchen. She called the voicemail, keying in her special pin number.

"Olivia, sweetheart listen to me. I need you to be very mature. You can do this and I trust you completely. I have loved you my whole life and will always do so. I needed to step out for a minute. In the envelope, there is a black folder and a set of instructions. I need you to follow them exactly. I love you, baby." Then there was a click. She was gone. Olivia frown staring at the phone. What did her mother mean, she had to step out? What did she mean by being mature? Why did that message sound like a goodbye rather than a see you later? She walked back into the living room where the envelope lay on the couch. Olivia felt a calm sweep over her. Her parents always taught her to be level-headed. Not to let emotions get the best of her. No matter how scared she might be now, everything would be okay. It always was with her family.

She open the envelope, dumping its contents out. Two sets of keys fell into her lap, a stake of papers and the black envelope slid out soon there after. Olivia flipped through them quickly seeing a lot of information. A lot of information she didn't understand. She flipped back to the first page. It was in her mother's hand writing.

My Dear Olivia,

I first want to say how beautiful, loving and intelligent you have become. I know your life has been sheltered and difficult at times, but you have carried it with such grace. I now want to apologize to you. Your life as you know will soon change. You life of waking every morning at 5:27, taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup (the little I do allow you to wear), getting your things together for school, meeting me downstairs, us sharing breakfast before I dropped you to class, me heading to work, your Dad picking you up from school, me meet you guys at home, you doing your homework while I cook, the family dinners, then the nightly prep and debates that you fake hating to do but I know you secretly love, all of that is no more.

That has been your routine since you were young enough to attend daycare. Even as a young child, you could argue with the best of them. And today makes me happy that you have the best traits from your Father and I. We tried everything in our power to make sure that this day wouldn't come to you. But since you're reading this, that means we failed not only at that mission but we failed you. It hurts my heart to know the pain that you're getting ready to endure. Just know that I have not one doubt in my mind you are prepared. You learned from the best.

Enclosed is all the information you will need. All the direction you will need. Make sure you keep this paperwork and the keys with you. It is important that you follow the plans as they are written. Deviation from the script, from this plan have dire consequences. Consequences you ARE NOT or NEVER will be ready to endure. It will seem like to much to bare at times but just remember I love you and you are ready. Rather you believe it or not.

Now for quick instructions: take only what you can pack in your two black duffel bags. No pictures. Do not bring any of them with you. I know you'll want to but don't. You can't risk it. The set of keys with the red key ring will open a door behind my chest in the garage. There is an ATV in storage. Drive it down the river trail to the very end of it. Push the ATV on the river when you reach the end. There you will have to hike about two miles to the bus station. Inside your envelope is money. Only spend what you have to. It will have to last you until you get to your new destination. Take the first train to Phoenix. Once you get to your first train stop, read the second set of instruction. I know this all sounds crazy and complicated but I assure you, you can do this. The strength and intelligence you hold inside is much greater than any darkness that could every surround you.

Remember, if you ever get confused or lost, just reread my letters. I assure you all the answers you need are in them.

"Fear is the secret desire to explore something we know nothing about."

-Unknown

Love, Mama