Oliver's P.O.V**
The next day.
Mia was laying in my bed staring up at the ceiling.
"Mia what's wrong?" I asked. She hadn't really said much since she got here.
She sighed and sat up. She rolled up her sleeves revealing burns. I instinctively pulled her to my chest.
"Why?" I asked. "I can't tell you yet. But I promise you, I will." She said sadly. I looked down and kissed the top of her head.
"Whatever you gotta do Mia." I said comforting. She pulled away and looked up , searching my eyes for something.
"Oli.. I want you to be honest. Okay? Pull up your sleeves." She said slowly. I kinda scooted back, in shock of what she said. She nodded her head , telling me to get on with it.
I slowly, hesitantly, pulled my sleeves up. Revealing everything. Cuts, scars. She gasped, but not like a surprised gasp. A gasp at how much worse she thought it was.
"Why?" She asked. I know she wasn't ready to tell me her story, but I wanted her comfortable with me. I might as well get it over with.
"My real parents died when I was little. Like, so little I don't even remember them. I was just a baby. My aunt and uncle took care of me till they died when I was 4. Both of them total drunks. My first foster home i was 6. And they had a bunch of kids, I'm not even sure why they fostered me. But things got out of hand, so I was sent back. My next foster home I was 7 and they were abusive, me and my foster sister did everything to stay alive. Basically, every home I went to after that, I was either beat the shit out of, or they were to rich to except the way i am." I said quietly.
Mia sat there with tears in her eyes. She cuddled herself into my arms and just sat there without talking. I thought she had actually fallen asleep, but she looked up at me, her eyes a little red and her make up a little smudged. I wiped it away with my thumb and she leaned up and kissed me.
Cameron's P.O.V**
A week later, or whenever I said Tony would be back.
"Goodnight Mom, I'll see you in the morning." Oliver said kissing my cheek.
I smiled and hugged him. "You're dad will be home sometime tonight, so if he wakes you up, just try to go back to sleep." I said smiling.
He nodded and ran upstairs, calling Beau to follow him. I'm so glad him and Beau were like best friends.
I sighed and finished cleaning the dishes, throwing the towel on the counter and walking up the stairs.
I sat on the bed and looked at the picture of Tony and I on our wedding day. It was a beautiful picture. I just missed him so much when he was gone. It's only been a week. Warped Tour is gonna be awful.
I stripped down to my underwear and put on one of Tony's shirts. It smelt like him. I smiled and dimmed the lights, so Tony could see when he came in.
I turned on my music softly and crawled into the blankets, getting comfortable.
"Wish You Were Here." by Avril Lavigne started to play, and I felt hot tears running down my face.
I couldn't sleep. I sat up in the bed and propped pillows behind my back. I took out my book 'This Is Gonna Hurt' by Nikki Sixx and started reading it again.
After about 50 pages, "I Miss You" by Blink 182 came on, and my bedroom door opened. My eyes widened and I quickly closed my book.
A very tired looking Tony quietly walked in, closing the door behind him. I threw my book off the bed and gestured for him to come to me.
