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Filler chapter to set up the next one that will be kinda heavy. Just a warning.

She was driving with no intention of ever stopping. If she could drive to the ends of earth, she would. Trinity had been blowing her phone up and sending frantic messages when Olivia turned off her location.

"She still not answering," Keisha asked, now feeling bad that she had been a motor mouth about the situation before.

"No! I knew I should have waited until she got home. I just didn't want her to see that mess before someone told her," Trinity panicked. "No telling where she is now."

"Hey, let's calm down and think. We can't get anything done if you're panicking like this," Keisha grabbed Trinity's shoulders and forced her to take a few breaths. "Have you tried calling Spencer? I know he has a game tomorrow but maybe he can reach out to her."

"No," Trinity cried, trying to slow her breathing through her tears. "Let me try to get him. Then I'll call her brother."

Spencer had turned in for the night and thought about sending Olivia a quick warning about her boy toy, Frank. He decided against it at the last minute and went to bed. Like the last few nights, he was tossing and turning in his thoughts. When his phone rang late into the night, he knew something didn't feel right. Something told him to answer this call.

"Hello," he answered in a groggy tone.

"Spencer! Thank God, you picked up. Have you heard from Olivia," Trinity asked, her words coming out in a heap of panic.

"Huh? Nah...I haven't talked to her. What's up? Everything okay," he questioned, his stomach beginning to turn in worry. Trinity never called him. There had to be something going on.

"I'm about to send you something I sent Liv," Trinity attached the link and sent it off to Spencer. "Take a look at that. Liv hasn't called me back and she turned her location off. I'm really worried, Spence."

Spencer tuned Trinity out as he read through the article. Shit, he cursed under his breath. "Hey Trinity, I'll call you back once I get her. I'm going to call her right now."

Not even waiting for Trinity to respond, he hung up and dialed Olivia's number. After a couple of rings, he was sent to her voicemail. He figured she'd do that. Especially after he had done the same thing when she had tried to get a hold of him.

"Liv. Trinity told me what happened. Could you please call me back. I know I've been ignoring your calls for the last few days and things are weird between us but I need you to know I'll always be your friend. I'm sorry for what Cheyenne did and I'll make sure I deal with that. I just need you to call me back when you can," Spencer said. After he was done with his plea, he didn't feel right hanging up without letting her know one thing. "I love you."
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Now in the middle of nowhere, Olivia decided to pull over. Her vision was becoming too blurry to drive and the tears weren't going to stop any time soon. She wanted to murder Cheyenne in the most gruesome way. If she wasn't pregnant with Spencer's child, Olivia would have driven across the country to deliver a special ass whooping just for her. Being cruel to people didn't sit well with Olivia. In the case of Cheyenne, she wished nothing but the worst for her.

Ten voicemails. People must have been worried out of their minds. Olivia sent a simple text to Trinity letting her know she was alive and safe. She didn't need the police on the hunt for her next. Then she sifted through the various voicemails, landing on one from Spencer. Her finger lingered on the trash icon for a few seconds before she decided to play that one message.

As she listened to it, the frantic tone in Spencer's voice made her emotional. It was that same tone he had that day she disappeared after finding out about her relapse. When she got to the end of the message, she was shocked to hear those three words that she hadn't heard since that night in Vegas. Coming undone at the wheel of her car, Olivia dialed another number.

"Sis," Jordan answered after one ring. "Trinity called me saying you were missing. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm fine. Had to get away to clear my head. I'm good," Olivia replied.

"You sound terrible, don't lie. I talked to Spencer and he told me exactly what happened. I'm sorry," Jordan apologized. "Seems like he's going through shit too. That girl is unhinged."

"Yeah and pregnant with his child," she added.

Jordan looked at his phone in confusion, "What? That's not what he told me. That crazy girl aborted his baby and threw it in his face. He's pretty fucked up about it but was really worried about you."

Another reason for Olivia to hate that woman's guts, "You're kidding, right?"

"I wish I was, Liv. Look, I know it's not my place but I know you two have some unfinished business. Maybe all this is happening for a reason. You're getting a second chance," Jordan suggested. "I know we're in a weird place too. I hope you know I love you and I'm here whenever you need me. Understand?"

Olivia held back the sob stuck in her chest until it seeped out as she tried to speak, "I'm tired of dealing with this, Jordan. I want to live my life without it being thrown back in my face or have people reminding me of it. I know I have to face it sooner or later but what type of sick, twisted shit is this? Thank God it was only a gossip site but no telling how many people read it."

Jordan hated to hear his best friend and sister going through hell. On the other hand, he wanted them to deal with the issues and unanswered questions. "It's time you come home and begin dealing with some of this stuff, Liv. Starting with mom and dad."

Olivia didn't want to hear that, even if her brother was right. It was time.
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The morning of his game, Spencer checked his phone for any messages or calls from Olivia. He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling. He knew after the game he'd deal with Cheyenne if she hadn't blocked his number, yet.

Everything for the next several hours seemed like a blur. Spencer was better off playing with a physical injury because his head wasn't in the game. The coach ended up removing him after his second fumble of the day.

After showering and grabbing his bags from the locker, Spencer was the first to get on the team bus. Once he sat down and plugged in his music, his phone rang.

"Liv," he quickly picked up.