Ever wonder why Olivia's so quiet? Well she cant stay quiet for long when a figure from her past comes back.

Alright, i think this kinda sucks, but I havent written legitimately anything in like 4 months after my computer crashed. But I found a strange obsession with Lemonade Mouth, mostly Wen and Olivia, but still ;)

So, read, enjoy, REVIEW, and wait for more chapters to come!


It was just another dull, rainy November day for little old me. So, naturally, I was doing what I do on a daily basis – attempting to write songs. Yes, attempting. I'll admit, I have written most of Lemonade Mouth's songs… but it's only been 3 months since we all met in detention, and discovered our same love and passion for music.

I mean, technically, we've known eachother for 4 years… me and Wen since Kindergarten, but none of us ever really talked and just passed eachother in the hallways, living our own lives the way each of us wanted to.

But not me, not really at least. My mom died when I was in 7th grade. Cancer. Everyone took it hard, especially my dad. He got into drugs and drinking… and eventually landed his ass in jail. I'm just too embarrassed to talk to him or about him to anyone. That's why I live with my Gram; I have no one else.

I sighed aloud to myself, crumbling another piece of useless lyrics and throwing it at my trashcan, which was now overflowing with crumpled up pieces of paper.

I laid back down on my bed, grabbing a pillow and slamming it down onto my face, not being able to think of anything else to do.

I really hate writers block; you know that?

"Things are changing, it seems strange and, I need to figure this out. You've got your life, I've got mine but you're all I cared about. Yesterday we were laughing, today im left here asking, where has all the time gone now? I'm left alone somehow. Growing up and getting older… I don't want to believe it's over? Liv, this is really good."

I shot up out of bed, throwing the pillow off of my face, clutching my stomach with bug eyes, scared out of my mind.

"Oh, hi Wen." I said with a small laugh and a nervous shrug of my shoulders.

"I'm serious Liv, this is good. Why did you throw it away?"

"It sucks." I said quietly, sitting back down on my bed.

"How?" He asked, smoothing out the creases in the paper and sitting next to me.

"Its just the first thing that popped into my head, not thought into it."

"You've got to be shitting me."

I gave him a glare, "No, I'm not?"

"This is amazing, how was there no thought into this?" he questioned.

"I don't know, there just isn't!" I said defensively.

"Okay, okay, but we have to use this."

"No!" I practically screamed, jumping off of my bed.

"Okay, miss defensive, why not?" He asked, standing up with me.

"Because – it's a bad song." I grabbed the paper from his hands.

"Again, how is it a bad song?" He asked, his voice rising from annoyance.

"It's not! But it's about my parents!" I cried, walking over to my bedroom door, tears springing to my eyes.


"Just leave Wen. I don't feel like dealing right now."

"No," He said, and for dramatic effect he planted his feet into my carpet.

I sighed and closed the door. "Wen, look," before I could start reasoning with him I was captured into a bone-crushing hug.

I relaxed after a few moments and hugged him back, feeling free to let the built up emotions about my parents go for a moment.

He slowly let go of me, but kept his hands on my shoulders – me at arms length. "Liv, you don't have to explain anything, especially since it's…" he looked awkward trying to find the words to say.

"Wen," I said, getting his attention and shutting him up.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Anytime." He smiled back with a confused look, and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Stella told me we should work on some more songs for the album."

"Right," I said, a hint of sadness in my voice that he didn't just come over to hang out with me, but it had to be something with the band.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy," I breathed while turning my back to him and rummaging through a stack of papers on my computer desk trying to find some sort of lyric Wen and I could use for a song. "Here, we can use this." I said, turning back to Wen and handing him the paper. "Not my best, but maybe with some editing…"

"No, Liv, it's good." He smiled.

"Yeah, you said that about the last one too." I said quietly to myself.

God, why was I being so defensive and so snippy?

"What was that?"

"Nothing… thanks." I sat down on the floor across from Wen while he read over the lyrics again.

"Wanna call Mo and see what she thinks?"

"Sure," I stood up and grabbed my cell phone off of the counter, noticing a missed call from Gram. "Wen, hang on one sec." I turned and he nodded. I pressed the 're-dial' button on my phone, calling Gram back to see what she needed, I mean, she just ran to the store.

"Livvy, honey?" came my grandmother's voice from the other line within seconds of me calling.

"Yeah Gram, is everything okay?"

"With me, yes, with you? I'm not so sure."

"Why? Gram, what's going on?"

"Sweetie, I just got a call from the county jail.."

"Is Dad getting out?" I gasped in disbelief.

"No sweetie, he's not."

"Well then why did the jai- NO." The realization of the matter shot up in my head like a red flag.

"Im sorry Livvy, honey, but he's getting out early for good behavior."

"But-But GRAM!"

"Olivia, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, I'll be home as soon as I can."

"It's alright Gram," I said quietly, fighting the tears back. "Wen's here, so I'll be okay."

"Are you sure? I mean I can call Janie up and tell her that going to the show might not be the best idea right now."

"No Gram, go, have fun, I'm sure he wont come around here… and like I said, I have Wen, It'll be fine."

"Alright, well I love you honey, I'll be home around 9."

"Love you too Gram," I said, my voice finally cracking. "Bye." I hung up the phone and threw it at the nearest wall, allowing myself to again break down into tears while sliding down the wall next to my bedroom.

Wen ran out of the room to see me sitting on the floor in sobs. "Liv! What's wrong?" He asked, sitting next to me and sliding me onto his lap, allowing me to sob into his shoulder.

The only response I could give him was muffled sobs.

He rubbed my back softly, in an attempt to get me to calm down.

After a few minutes I finally did.

"Tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded, mostly with the look in his eyes I had no choice.

"He's out of jail."

"Your dad?" Wen questioned, his grip around me tightening slightly.

I shook my head no, "Thomas."

He gave me an odd look. "Thomas? Who's Thomas? Why was he in jail? How is he associated with you?" His grip around my waist was practically a death grip, but I knew it was just a loving grip, and I couldn't bring myself to spill my guts about the… incident to just Wen alone yet. A few tears sprang to my eyes and slowly rolled down my cheeks. I turned my face away from Wen, tired of him seeing me so defenseless.

"Liv, look at me." His voice was so soft, so worried, I had to choice. I looked at him and he wiped what was left of the tear streak off of my cheeks. "Please?"

I sighed and let my head hang. "There's a lot that's happened Wen… a lot of stuff that people shouldn't have to know about me. Stuff that never should've happened. Things that I regret, things that I fear, people I hate… people surprise you when you really know them." I looked up and met his blue-green eyes and instantly felt at peace with telling Wen my story, no matter how hard it was going to hurt, or how bad it was going to come crashing down on my shoulders.

I laid my head back against the crook of Wen's neck. "Just, don't hate me for what I tell you?"

He nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

"I'm not a virgin." I buried my face into his neck, tears flowing.

"W-what?" he mumbled, his grip on my waist seeming to disappear as he switched his grip to my shoulders and pulled me away from his neck, keeping me at arms length.

"He raped me." My breathing came in short gasps between sobs.

"Liv…" Wen started, but I cut him off.

"Let me finish."

He sighed.

"We had been dating for 3 months, he wanted more than I did. When I said no, he got violent. He abused me for 2 months and told me if I dumped him or told anyone he would kill me." I paused, and tried to keep my composure.

"After 2 months, I still wouldn't do anything with him, he just took matters into his own hands. He raped me, let 2 of his friends rape me," I couldn't continue, the tears just kept flowing, my voice raspy and quiet. "He stabbed me." I squeaked, but that was all I could manage after crumpling into a little ball in Wen's lap, clutching his shirt and crying hysterically. Wen's grip returned to my waist as he held me tightly, his head resting ontop of mine.

"Liv, I'm so sorry… I don't even know what to say." He kissed the top of my head and just let me cry into him.

I don't know how long it had been – maybe 5 minutes, before Wen stood up, picked me up and walked back into my room, laying me on the bed and turning to leave.

"Wen! Don't leave." I said hurriedly, my crying finally subsiding.

"I can have Charlie come back…" He said turning around, a small smirk on his lips.

"I don't want Charlie here, I want you here."

"But Sydney…"

"Call her? Wen, what do I do if Thomas comes back here? Comes back to finish me off?" I clutched my stomach, completely out of tears to cry anymore.

"He wont Liv, believe me."

"Wen…" I begged.

"Alright." He smiled and walked back over to me, sitting down on the bed next to where I was laying down.

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down onto the bed with me, and then hitting him over the head with a pillow.

"What the hell Liv?" He laughed, pushing the pillow off.

"But Sydney…" I mocked. "You're such a bad liar!"

"Am I that bad?"

"Yes." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "But thank you for staying."

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side. "If Thomas gets anywhere near you, I'll kick his ass Liv, I promise."

"Thank you Wen..." I mumbled, my eyes closing out of exhaustion.

"It's what friends do."

"Yeah, friends." I muttered under my breath, practically half asleep.

"I love you Olivia," I heard Wen mutter as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too Wen, more than you know." I wrapped my arm around his waist and was almost instantly asleep – not really keeping track of anything that had just been said.

Ohkay, uhm, like I said before, I didnt really llike how this turned out - I had a block about halfway through. But yes, strange turn of events, am I right?

But, review, please. :)