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Chapter 15

Wen's POV

Olivia was passed out on the floor and Sydney and Stella was trying to wake her. Mo was trying to call someone. Olivia was very cute, with her golden locks shining in the sunset that was seeping through the window. What am I saying? One rescue mission doesn't mean I like her!

Olivia's POV

I woke up and found myself on a bed with bandages and stuff they would usually use in a hospital. Wait, am I at a hospital?

I sat up groggy from yesterday. Wait, how long was I passed out 1 day? A few hours? Anyways, let's see, there was my da – Jason, and my friends, wait, correction, Wen's friends. Oh and also Sydney and Ray. Talking about Sydney and the groupie, I hear their voices outside.

Sydney and everyone walked in. Naturally, Wen is in the back.

"How are you sweetie?" asked Sydney.

"Fine, apart from the fact my arm feels like it is gonna fall off any second," I answered.

"The doctor says it is going to be fine, it will be sore for a couple of days. Some of the glass pieces got in really deep," she explained.

"When can I go?" I asked.

"They said you can go home today if you feel fit, but you have to lay off your hands for a few days. You are not allowed to do anything that will work them," she looked at me sternly.

"Fine, I still want to get out today," I said. Mo, Stella, and the others were standing there for a while, not saying anything.

"Olivia, are you sure that is a wise decision?" Mo asked nervously, "I mean what if some accidents happen?"

"Well, the cops came in and arrested Jason," Stella said, hesitantly when I froze at the name, "and they are taking Ray in for questioning. Personally, I think they should lock him in and throw away the key." Sydney glanced at her and then at me.

"Well, I will go tell the doctor that you are going to check out today," Sydney said and excused herself. Mo sat gently on the bed.

"Why did your dad take you? What happened when you were little?" she asked gently. I looked at my hands.

"I guess I should tell you, since you guys came to rescue me," I mumbled.

"Shush yeah! After all we've been through!" Stella exclaimed. Charlie shot her a look that said, Give her space. I sighed.

"No I think I should tell you," I said.

"When I was 4, my dad started drinking because he couldn't take a little girl with all her toys lying on the floor. He couldn't take the pressure of a parent. He started getting into drugs and bad things. One day, he came home with a gun and blood covering his body. Turns out he shot a cop. Well, my mom and him got into a heated argument. She said she couldn't take it anymore and that she was leaving. She packed and left, well, tried to before my dad shot her. He covered it up pretty well. Nobody suspected him and it was just fine, but then he started abusing me. He would hit me and do awful things to me. I think I had a daily checkup with the doctor every week or something. One of my neighbors came over one day when I was 9 and saw him beating me up. He called the cops and Jason was arrested. Gram moved in with me and we were sort of content. I was never happy. I tutored myself since when I was with my dad, I didn't go to school so I was behind and I caught up and since I was behind, I thought that will never happen again and decided to learn ahead of my grade level, but I also learned logic and stuff too. On my 11th birthday, Gram died from a heart attack. So I was shipped to an orphanage. The orphans there weren't friendly. They would beat me up a lot, sometimes even worse than my dad. Then Sydney found out, she lost touch with us for a while, and took care of me when I turned 13. I had to keep studying, but fortunately, some of my studying from before paid off so I was able to go to school. And since, Sydney married David, I went to Mesa High," I finished the story and looked down.

"Wow, Olivia, I am so sorry," Scott said. I just shrugged.

"It happened and now it is over. There is no point in feeling sorry," I said. Sydney walked in.

"Ok, Olivia, you are released. Go change and then we can go home," she said cheerfully. I nodded and got my things to change.

Wen's POV

After Olivia left to get changed, Sydney started talking.

"Did she tell you?" she asked. Mo nodded. She looked like she was about to cry. Scott was comforting her.

"I feel so bad for Olivia," Mo whispered. Stella agreed.

"One girl fighting through that and she is only 14. She is tough, though not as tough as me," she smirked.

"Stella! Olivia has been through a lot! Cut her some slack!" Charlie exclaimed. Olivia came back and we, they – I didn't take part of the conversation, only listening – abruptly stopped their talking.

"I'm ready," she said, after glancing curiously at us.

"Let's go home now," Sydney said, "It is 8:00 at night. Everyone should go home."

Everyone left and Sydney drove Olivia and I home. I went to my room, grabbed a DVD, and started watching until I fell asleep.