I woke up the nest morning, only to find myself alone in the room. I got up and slipped on one of Vic's shirts and my yoga shorts. I walked into the kitchen where I saw Mike feeding Ivory while Tony, Jaime and Vic were singing to her. They really love her and I know she loves them. Maybe more than she even loved me. "Morning, mommy," Jaime said, walking towards me with his arms out to give me a hug. "The guys are here for something important," Vic said quietly while messing with his fingernails. He's nervous, he always does that when he's nervous. "Yeah, we need to talk," Tony said after standing up and walking towards me. "I'll put Ivory in the room," Mike stood up and walked to the other room when Vic held my hand. "What's this about?" I asked. They were starting to scare me. I've never seen these guys so serious and it was a little nerve wrecking with them staring at me like that. "Abby, we want to help you," Jaime said with tears starting to fill his eyes. Tony put his hand on Jaime's back trying to comfort him as he began talking, "We truly care about you and you have made Vic the happiest man on earth, but you're not happy and that kills all of us." "Help? I don't need your fucking help. I'm fine," I demanded through my teeth. I looked down with my fists ready to punch something when suddenly a sharp pain shot up my arm, starting from my knuckles. Oh, right. I broke my hand. Fuck. "We all decided that we'd help out with Ivory while you're gone. but, we're not making you go, Abby. We just hope you agree. We really want you to get better," Mike said. Before I knew it, everyone in the room was crying, including myself. Fuck. I don't need their help, but I knew this wouldn't be the last time this conversation would come up, so I sucked it up and said, "Fine. fuck it, let's do this." All their heads shot up in disbelief, but they smiled and it turned into a group hug sord of thing. Little did I know I was going to a crazy home, basically. I thought I was just going to therapy, fuck.

I went to my room and started packing. I packed a bunch of sweat pants and pierce the veil shirts. Vic put his arms around my waist and rested his cheek on my shoulder. He kissed my neck and pulled me in closer. "I just want you to get better," he whispered. I could feel his warm breaths on my neck, which turned me on. I turned my head to face his and kissed him. "I know," I said, with a smile on my face and my arms around his neck. He sat me on the bed and kissed me for a while. He kissed me like it was going to be the last time I saw him, which scared me a bit. "Come on guys, we gotta leave soon," Mike said, interuppting our kissing. I quickly got up and packed everything I thought I needed.

When we arrived, they asked me tons of questions and made me change. I swear, it was like prison. I put on a white jumpsuit with a number on it. "I look like a fucking criminal," I rudely said as I faced Vic. "A very hot one," he added. I flipped him off and smiled. Once they showed me to my room, they checked my bags and that was that. Vic kissed me goodbye and said he'd visit me every time he was able to and it became too hard to fight back tears. I kissed him back and kissed Ivory on the forehead. and just like that, my little family was out the door. I saw them walk and fade away. I sat on the most uncomfortable bed and cried myself to sleep.